ld stroke her bare skin. He slipped a finger inside her again and she cried out as his thumb found her center and began to rub against her. His stimulation, the sensual movement of the water around them, proved unstoppable. She cried out as her body exploded and she came against his fingers.
She clung to him as the ripples of sensation subsided.
“I’m just getting started.” His hot breath teased her ear. “Strip me,” he ordered.
She was putty in his hands. She reached down and pulled down his swim trunks. They were instantly on the pool steps, her bare bottom pressed against the lining as one of the jets teased her thigh. “Take me already,” she begged, stroking him until he was even bigger and harder. Harder than she had ever felt him before.
“With fuckin’ pleasure,” he bit out, and grabbed her hips, thrusting into her in one stroke.
Jamie cried out again, pleasure exploding inside of her instantly. She wanted more of him… deeper… again… and again…
Jamie sat up, gasping. She was covered in sweat and the sheets were all tangled around her. And she was wet. So, so wet. She brushed her fingers against her soaked panties and stripped them off, hoping it would help her cool down. She kicked the sheets off and stared at the ceiling above her, wondering if Alex ever had these kinds of dreams. Probably not.
She’d somehow managed to have an orgasm in her sleep – twice! Her body trembled from the raw sensual feelings coursing through her. “Get a freakin’ grip, Jamie!” she hissed at the darkness. “He’s off limits.”
She managed to fall back into a restless sleep and then woke again not much later, still sweaty and wet. She slipped out of bed and ran her fingers through her hair as she moved to the kitchen to grab a cold glass of water. She hadn’t bothered to close her blinds in the living room last night and she watched as steam rolled off the pool in the early morning mist.
Alex always kept the water temperature perfect, like in her flipping dream. She hurried back to her bedroom and put on one of her bathing suits. It was a black one piece, nothing like the hot bikini she’d been wearing in her dream.
Ignoring the teasing sensations rippling through her body as she thought of what Alex had done to her in the pool, she angrily snatched a towel and raced outside in bare feet.
The chilled air was a lot cooler than she expected. Her nipples poked through the thin lining of her nylon suit as she ran to the far end of the pool. She tried to ignore them and the ache of release they were begging for.
She tossed her towel on a chair and dove into the pool, only coming up for air when her lungs threatened to explode for lack of breath. She swam lap after lap, trying to exert away the desires her body wanted so badly. She had always enjoyed sex and her body responded easily to the touch of a man, but a dream? Really?
It had to be from the guilt of being around Alex. Her mind was on a merry-go-round of emotions but her body just wanted to be sated with hard sex… just enough to stop the craving for a bit. She laughed as she dunked her head underwater and turned to swim back to the other side of the pool again. She was like a drug addict, but with sex and going through withdrawal. Even masturbation couldn’t cure this aficionado. She knew what she needed, but it wasn’t going to happen.
An hour later she finally pulled herself out of the pool and threw the towel around her shoulders as she squeezed the water from her hair. She glanced up at the rising sun and shivered from the cold on her skin. She spun around and swore she saw a flash by a window upstairs, but then figured it was someone just opening the blinds. Shivering from the cold, she hurried back to her apartment. Spring was in the air and soon summer would give way to warm mornings and hot days. It couldn’t come soon enough.
A hot shower and some breakfast later, she grabbed her cell and sent Nicholas a text to see if he wanted to do dinner one night this week. During her shower, she made the decision that she needed to move forward, and away from Alex. They were not going to have a relationship and the sooner she moved forward, the better she would feel… and the more sleep she would get without ridiculously hot dreams.
She stared at her closet. She had a fantastic new wardrobe but nothing to wear on a date. Alex had given her a work bonus and she decided it was time to spend it on herself. She was going to go shopping for some clothes she could actually fit into that were not work related. It’d been years since she had gone clothes shopping, but with her old clothes big, stretched and boring, she suddenly had the urge to shop. She would need something nice to wear when she went out with Nicholas. That was all the excuse she needed.
She hit the new outside mall Alex had taken her to and window shopped as she looked for something that struck her as pretty. She never owned pretty clothes, or sexy ones. She grinned, maybe she needed to hit a Victoria’s Secret and buy some other pretty things. She grinned. She’d do that first.
As she shopped through bra and pantie sets, she picked out a black set, a white one, an incredible sexy lace one she knew she’d never wear, and a soft silky pink set. When she tried them on, they made her feel pretty and even a little sexy in the reflection of the mirror. She had the feeling the shop set the mirrors to give her a skinny look. She wasn’t complaining, she didn’t mind at all.
She also bought a couple pairs of silk nighties and a robe to wear inside her apartment. Happy, she stepped back outside with her purchases and walked around the shops again.
Nicholas sent her a text to say he’d love to do dinner and whenever she was available, he’d make sure he was as well.
She smiled.
He seemed nearly perfect. He was charming and handsome, the money side of him was also slightly attractive. She tried to pretend it wasn’t, but the thought of never having to worry about paying a bill, or shopping whenever she felt like it, how could that not be tempting? There wasn't anything fake about him, unlike her last boyfriend, Stephen, and he seemed to want a real relationship with her, unlike Alex. However, she couldn't seem to rouse more than a slightly pleasant feeling every time she thought about him. That's what Nicholas made her feel. Pleasant. Relaxed. Not all hot and fiery, full of passion. Like Alex does.
Jamie cursed at herself. There she was, thinking about Alex again, even after she swore not to. It had to stop right then and there. No Alex today. No more thinking about men in general. This was going to be a Jamie day. She rolled her eyes. She’d never had a personal day in her life. Then again, with her in the hot seat with her sister’s wedding, she might as well enjoy the day before everything hit the fan. Jamie was actually surprised she hadn’t heard again from her mother or sister. Maybe they were too angry to talk. She should probably call them.
She grinned, their ignoring her was kind of nice. Maybe she should let them stew a few days longer.
She browsed through some of her favorite stores and found a nice, flirty blouse to go along with black dress pants. The style of the clothes were flattering on her, and she almost looked thin in them. She started whistling when she left the shop. It was going to be a great day after all.
She continued to window shop as she walked. On a whim, she got in her car and drove downtown to walk the small boutique shops and grab a bite. With the sun shining, the concrete warmed and birds were busy building nests and chattering away in the trees above her. She paused outside a shop and stared at the fancy clothes inside.
An incredible red dress caught her attention. It was beyond gorgeous, beyond sexy. It hugged the mannequin's shape perfectly, showing off all of the sculptured curves without squeezing them or giving too much away. The sweetheart neckline had a small amount of subtle beading that called attention to the breasts without being too obvious. Indirect hint that could be accented with a stunning necklace.
The only thing keeping the dress from falling off the mannequin was a pair of thin, red spaghetti straps. Even they were sexy on the shoulders. The dress danced the fine line between conservative and provocative perfectly. The wrong pair of shoes, too much make up, or something tactless, could set the dress all wrong. However,
with the right accessories, it was beyond gorgeous. Drop-dead dream gorgeous.