Brother to the Boss (Managing the Bosses 8)

“I like your hands,” Jamie said, opening her eyes to look up at him. “I don’t know if I’ve ever told you that before, but they’re good hands.”

Alex laughed, stroking her cheek again with the hand that wasn’t resting at the small of her back. “I’m not sure if that’s sweet, or just kind of weird.”

“It’s completely normal,” Jamie protested. “They’re very good hands, actually. You can do a lot of things with them.” She gave him a long look from under her eyelashes. “To me.”

His beautiful smile widened into a grin. “Now we’re getting somewhere.”

“We’re getting somewhere,” she agreed, bringing his hand to her mouth so she could kiss each fingertip in turn, then kissing the back of his hand and looking up at him again. “Where would you like to go?”

“I think I told you that already,” Alex said, his voice a little rougher. “To the bedroom. Where I can do things to you.”

It was Jamie’s turn to laugh, and she pulled back quickly enough that he couldn’t catch her, tugging her with him by the hand that she still held. “To the bedroom, then,” she said, and he followed.

They dropped onto the bed together, Alex leaning over her, both of them breathing a little faster.

“Is this where you want to be?” Jamie teased.

“Well...” Alex’s smile took on a sly edge, “I can think of a few other places I might like to go.”

“Oh?” She was shivering suddenly, with anticipation and need. “Tell me.” She ran a hand slowly up the length of his broad, muscled chest. “I want to hear it.”

Alex’s hands drifted to the back of her neck, brushing aside soft wisps of hair before pressing into the muscle there, massaging in a way that made her almost go limp. Damn, it felt good. “How’s this?”

Jamie adjusted herself slightly so she could tip her head forward, giving him better access to her neck and shoulders. For the next few minutes, Alex worked gently but firmly at the area, releasing the built up tension that hadn’t quite seemed to all go away even after the mess with Nicholas was over. Jamie let her eyes fall shut, reveling in the attention and the feeling of his hands on her skin.

“This good, baby?” Alex asked.

“Oh, yes,” she nearly moaned the words. “Just like that.”

For another minute or two at least, and then she was going to insist that he go a few more places, because as nice as the massage felt there was a lot more of her that needed to be touched. She imagined the aftermath of that train of thought, the two of them naked and sweaty and spent, tangled together on the bed. She knew exactly what it would look like. How it would feel.

“Alex…” This time she did moan.

He growled, and she pressed closer to him, wanting—needing—his body against hers. “Jamie?” he asked, breath washing warm against her ear and sending heat sparking through her.

She tipped her head up, curling a hand around the back of his neck, and dragged him down to kiss him hard on his beautiful mouth. They melted into each other, his arms wrapping around her waist, her hands cupping his face, and they kissed again. And then again, and his tongue lapped against her lips, seeking entrance, and she let him have it, moaning again at the taste of him.

When Jamie pulled away, she was breathless, aching with need.

“Alex…” she groaned, and she slid her hands from his face to chest, retracing the familiar lines of the muscles just underneath the thin fabric of his shirt. Her fingertips drifted down and further down, until they hovered right at the waistband of his pants.

“Roll over?” she asked, and Alex raised his eyebrows at her but did as she said, rolling onto his back.

Jamie settled herself over him, straddling his waist, her hands pressed against his chest. She leaned forward, a smile playing across her lips, and kissed him gently on the neck. And then, smile growing wider, she bit him.

“Jamie!” Alex’s back and neck arched, and he growled her name through clenched teeth, making her shudder and roll her hips down against his.

She didn’t manage to suppress the wide grin that broke over her face, and Alex looked at her like he wanted to make her pay for it, but he stayed still under her, his hands wrapped around her thighs. His thumbs stroked circles over the skin there, and Jamie didn’t know if she was going to be able to take it as slow as she had planned on after all, because she desperately wanted him.

“Take off your shirt,” Jamie said, already reaching for the buttons herself.

A huff of breathless laughter escaped him. “Like you needed to ask,” he retorted, his own hands reaching for the buttons so that he was unfastening the top and she was unfastening the bottom. They met in the middle, and Jamie took a moment to admire the view as his shirt fell open.

She kissed his neck again, gently this time, no biting, and then began kissing a trail down to his chest, letting her fingernails drag lightly down the length of him as she went. His hands tightened around her thighs in a way that suggested she had better get on with it before he took control himself. Jamie gave him a smile, and kept moving down until she stopped at his waistband. After a moment’s pause, he growled her name and ordered her to “Move a little faster. Fuck. Jamie…”

She slowly dragged his pants and boxers down his legs and tossed them aside.

He was hard already, and Jamie didn’t waste any time in wrapping her hands around the length of him. She gave him a long, heated gaze from beneath the curtain of her blond hair.