“No,” Cora responded, shaking her head. Still, she took his hand and rose. “It’s a perfect time for the hot tub. Let’s go change.”
This time Jamie shook his head no, as the idea he’d had last night sparked back to life. He cupped Cora’s cheek and said, “You don’t need a swimsuit.”
Her eyes were pure mischief when she reached down to the hem of her shirt. “I guess I don’t, do I?”
“Hold that thought, baby,” Jamie said. He moved inside quickly to grab two beach towels from the linen closet, and then shut off the patio light on his way out.
They slid out of their clothes and into the hot, bubbling water with twin sighs of contentment. Once Jamie settled back in one of the corner seats of the hot tub, he reached his hand out to Cora. He pulled her from where she bobbed next to him, onto his lap.
When she straddled his thighs, he took her mouth in a deep, slow kiss. She responded immediately, wrapping her arms around his neck and relaxing against his body. He rested his hands on her hips, pulling her snugly up against him.
They spent so much time rushing to the finish line. Maybe, he decided, it would be nice if they took it slow time. He pulled back from the kiss and wound his fingers into the wet ropes of Cora’s hair.
“I can’t thank you enough for this, Cora. This is the best thing you could have possibly gotten me.”
Her expression was earnest when she said, “I really hoped that you’d be able to relax for a little while. You’ve been working so hard.”
“You take such good care of me, baby. I’ don’t know how I got so lucky,” he said, absolutely humbled.
“One look at you with your shirt off, painting Evan’s flower shop and I was a goner, Jamie,” Cora said, laughing softly.
“I’m just glad Evan wasn’t interested in you. It might have been a battle to the death, sweetheart.”
“God no,” Cora said. “It was always you.”
Swamped with need and a million other feelings, Jamie lowered his mouth back to hers. He pressed gentle, nipping kisses against her lips and then nibbled his way down her jawline. He sucked a smooth patch of skin into his mouth and rubbed his tongue against it.
Cora let out a soft sigh and scooted closer to him. She shifted on his lap, wrapping her legs around his waist and tilting her head to the side. “More,” she said softly.
Jamie took advantage of the newly exposed flesh. He swirled his tongue along the side of her neck, nipping gently until she began to move against him in a silent plea. In answer, he moved his hands to her ass. He pressed her closer, and controlled the movement of her hips, slowing it down considerably.
Jamie took her mouth again. He gave her a soft, languorous kiss. He tried to show her, without words, how she affected him. It wasn’t simple lust. It had never been strictly sexual between them. He had known before their first kiss that she was going to be something special to him.
Cora broke her mouth away from his and said, “I need you inside me, Jamie.”
He bit back a groan and used one hand to adjust his throbbing erection at her opening. “Are you ready for me?” he asked.
“Yes,” Cora said, her voice edgy with need. “Please, Jamie.”
He moved his hands back up to her shoulders. He pressed her down over his cock, letting out a groan when her slick heat slid down over him. “The feel of you around me is fucking indescribable.”
Using her arms, Cora raised herself up and rolled her hips against him. He felt the tight clench of her pussy as she moved against him. He pushed down on her shoulders again, causing them both to let out shuddering breaths.
They continued to work against each other, the slow pull and slide, until they were both lost in sensation. Jamie took her mouth again, if only to stop himself from saying the words that were there on the tip of his tongue. In this moment, he knew with absolute certainty that she was the one. She had always been the one. He loved her desperately.
The continuous, steady motion of their bodies continued until he felt Cora’s cries against his mouth. Jamie wanted to see her face as she went over so he pulled back from the kiss and said, “That’s it. Come for me, Cora. Let me feel you come on my cock.”
Seconds later, her cunt gripped him so tightly that it was almost painful. He cursed and let out a groan of pleasure. “Cora,” he moaned, unable to articulate anything beyond her name as white-hot pleasure overtook him.
Her cries pierced the otherwise silent night and her eyes went glassy with pleasure. Jamie, lost in the feeling of her clenching and unclenching around him, pulled her down against him one last time and then exploded, emptying himself inside her.
Still buried inside her, he slid them both down further into the water when he felt Cora tremble against him. He asked, “Are you cold?”
“No,” she said as she pressed a kiss to his neck. “That was just...”
When her voice trailed off, he just said, “I know, baby.”
They were connected. Not just in a physical way, but in some soul deep kind of way. It was a little scary. He knew he had to tell her. He knew she needed to know how he felt. Even if he wasn’t entirely sure that she wanted to know.