And Christ, does she know how to touch a man. Tongue circling my nipple, she grips my cock to slowly jack it.
She’s perfection.
Lifting her head, she stares at me with heated eyes. “You know… this is my first one-night stand.”
I blink in surprise. She was so confident tonight, a modern woman who knew when she wanted something and took it. Sure, alcohol was fueling us a bit, but she never showed an ounce of hesitation.
But I do now. My hand slides along her jaw. “You want to stop?”
Jaime shakes her head. “God, no. I just didn’t want you to think I lure strange men back to my place all the time.”
“Well, I’m not strange. We spent almost three hours talking at the bar,” I point out.
She grins, and I use the opportunity to snag the condom.
Jaime, in turn, nabs it out of my hand and rips it open with her teeth.
Fuck… that’s sexy.
I groan as she rolls it over me slowly, then I have her flat on her back with my hips nestled between her legs.
This was never going to be anything other than two people filled with pent-up desire and energy, ready to unleash it on each other. My mouth covers hers when I thrust into her, and she meets every one of my movements with a corresponding gyration of her own.
Feels so fucking good.
Better than I can remember having in a long time, and that’s even through a haze of alcohol.
I wonder what it would feel like completely sober.
Probably have me unloading like a schoolboy before I could get a handful of thrusts in.
Regardless, Jaime matches my intensity, our fucking hard and jarring. She urges me to go harder, and I whisper filthy comments in her ear.
When she comes undone, it’s with a buck of her body and a cry of release as she calls my name.
“Cage!”
It’s enough to throw me over the edge with her, and I have a soul-crushing orgasm that leaves spots in my eyes and too much curiosity, wondering again what it would feel like if I were sober.CHAPTER 2CageDespite the alcohol and the late-night shenanigans with Jaime—we had sex two more times, and I’d never been so happy I’d stocked my wallet appropriately—I come out of sleep completely and fully alert.
That’s purely my military training—thank you, Navy SEALS.
The recall is immediate. I’m in Jaime’s apartment, in her bed, and I can feel the side of her body touching mine. Even though her shades are pulled, I can tell it’s bright outside as plenty of light filters in between the slats. Jaime is absolutely still, and I can hear her breathing deeply.
Still asleep.
I roll on my side to face her, tucking my arm under the pillow. Normally, I’d be making a hasty exit from a woman’s place right now, but I choose to study her instead. Last night, I’d only seen her in a dimly lit bar and through beer goggles.
But I’m not surprised in the slightest that she’s even more beautiful in the bright light of day. Her red hair is cut in long layers, some of it spilling over her shoulder as she slumbers. Face slack and full lips slightly parted, she’s almost angelic. I resist the urge to lean in to kiss her awake.
I should be going.
Yet, I continue to stare, wishing the sheet weren’t pulled up and tucked under her arm, hiding the perfectness of her lush body from my view. Fuck if it hadn’t been bliss being inside her.
Thinking on last night, yes, the fucking had been marvelous and everything I’d hope to get from a one-night stand, but the times in between… I’m surprised at just how effortless it was to hang with her. The conversations were easy, and I hadn’t felt like I was filling in awkward silences with meaningless drivel. I easily glossed over my career when she asked about my life as a car salesman, but, past that, our conversation was stimulating, and there were a lot of laughs.
If I had to describe Jaime in one word, it would be easygoing, and that was refreshing.
I really should get up and leave. I have so much stuff to do before heading back to work tomorrow.
And yet… Jaime is so damn pretty. I’m content to just lay right here and stare at her. I feel my lips curl upward into a satisfied smile as Jaime slumbers deeply.
Except… she lets out a huge huff that sounds distinctly like a sigh of frustration, then her eyes pop open to stare right back at me. They’re clear and not befuddled by the sound sleep I thought her to be in.
“You’re awake,” I mutter in surprise.
“For a while now,” she replies with a smirk. “I was pretending to be asleep so you could slink out.”
“I don’t slink,” I reply, offended. “I saunter.”