Obsession (25 page)

We were alone now.

No judging eyes or emotions. I was
going to devour him tonight and not worry about what games my mind
would play on me in the morning.

Mitch let out a deep breath as he took
me in from head to toe. His stare made me feel alive. Watching him
undo the remainder of his buttons while I kicked my heels to the
side fed my need for him. I was finally able to see what was
beneath those shirts, and the reality was way better than my
fantasies. I couldn’t hide the hitch in my breath as his suit
jacket and dress shirt fell to the floor. Smooth, taut, tanned skin
covered his chest and abdomen with ripples of muscle you’d only see
in magazines. His nipple held a bar piercing, and I wanted to run
it between my tongue and teeth. He also had a large bandage on his
shoulder, and I was curious what was beneath it.

“Why is your dress still on?” Mitch
asked, taking a step toward me.

Interest in the bandage
evaporated. My hands were trembling with anticipation now, grabbing
at my dress. I shimmied out of it, leaving me in my lacy thong.
I
’
d almost opted not to wear
anything but had decided against it.

Mitch hissed as his eyes
roamed my almost-naked body.
“
You
’
re so much
hotter than I imagined.
”

I jumped him, letting out
a groan of relief as my bare chest met his. My hands grabbed his
face, pulling him down for our mouths to explore each others
again.
Mitch
’
s palms found my ass, grabbing
each cheek while rolling his hips into mine. I gasped into his
mouth from the feel of his erection, and my hands reached for the
button on his suit pants, frantically yanking them down along with
his boxers. Taking my mouth from his, my eyes shamelessly watched
as he sprung free. I grinned upward, showing him I
approved.

He smugly winked as he stepped out of
his shoes and pulled off his socks. His cockiness normally
irritated me, but now only made my grin wider. My hands met his
chest, shoving him so he’d fall backwards onto the massive king
size bed. He laughed under his breath, moving backward so he was
completely on the bed.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve
thought of this very moment,” he rasped.

My lip twitched in satisfaction. The
thought of him daydreaming about fucking me turned me on as much as
when I’d fantasized about doing the same to him.

My thumbs hooked into my panties,
sliding them off and tossing them to the side as Mitch watched with
hungry eyes. My body felt sexier than ever under his gaze. Slowly,
I crawled over his body, straddling him while sitting upright on my
knees.

“Is this what you dreamed about?” I
asked seductively, reaching for my breasts and cupping their heavy
weight. A soft groan escaped my lips from my own touch, and I
couldn’t fathom the damage his large hands were going to
do.

Mitch bit his lip as he watched with
fascination, his hands gently finding my thighs, working their way
up to my hips. “Yes, except those tits are normally in my mouth,”
he growled, suddenly sitting upright.

I inhaled sharply, my hands finding
his shoulders while he nipped his way to each nipple, twirling his
tongue in tantalizing circles, then sucking each one harshly
between his teeth. My groan was loud and needy, wanting to slam my
hips down onto him. Instead, I teased, rubbing the tip against my
clit, causing more moans to escape my mouth. Mitch grunted into my
breasts, biting the soft skin harder the more I ground my hips.
With this speed and need, I was going to come fast and hard. My
nails dug into his shoulders as he tugged on my nipple, pushing me
completely over the edge and into euphoria.

Mitch
’s mouth left my skin, his
eyes wildly watching me ride out my high. “Oh, Jamie,
you’
re a
fucking dream come true.
” His hands
grasped my waist, forcing me down on his lap.

“Oh!” I shouted unexpectedly. My head
tipped back as my insides spasmed around him, getting used to the
large foreign object that had just entered my most sacred
place.

“Oh my God,” he gasped, thrusting his
hips upward, then steadied himself deep inside of me. “Don’t move
yet,” he begged through panted breaths. “Let me feel
you.”

The lack of movement was torture and a
blessing all at the same time. Even though I was soaked, I needed
to get used to his size before I could move. My head dipped
forward, causing our foreheads to meet. Our warm breath mingled,
making a connection that caused my entire body to tremble. The
sensations blooming inside me were beyond description. I was
consumed by him.

He slowly lay back on the bed, his
hands moving from my waist to my hips, gently coaxing me to move. I
started out slow, grinding my hips so as to get used to him. My
first orgasm had ridden out in a calm wave, but another was
building. My eyes were open instead of screwed shut this time,
allowing me to admire his beautiful physique. My hands greedily
found his pecs, running down along his abdomen as the roll of my
hips intensified.

Mitch
’s breaths were getting
shorter with each jump, his eyes never leaving my breasts. They
were bouncing now, and his hands couldn’t contain themselves as
they reached up, firmly grasping each one as his thumbs caressed
each nipple. Every time he’d pinch and tug them, I’d moan, my hips
moving faster.

“Yes…” I encouraged softly, almost
reaching another release.

“Like that?” he asked,
knowing he was causing me to unravel. “You’
ve got
sexy
little nipples that love to be played with.”

I groaned again. I loved dirty talk,
and the way his deep voice was hitching when I’d squeeze him from
my insides made me frantic. One more squeeze and I was done for,
coming loudly and rapidly.

“That a girl,” he growled, pressing my
hips down as he pumped upward into the contractions of my orgasm.
His cock twitched inside of me, making more tremors carry
throughout my body, goose bumps forming on every inch of my
skin.

Sated green eyes met mine as I came
down from the dance we’d just shared. His hands urged me to lay on
his chest. Even though his body was rock hard, he was the best
pillow ever, and I didn’t want to move from our position. He was
still thick inside of me, one arm protectively wrapped around me as
the other grazed up and down my spine. Our hearts were slowing,
beating together to the same rhythm.

He kissed the top of my head, then
nuzzled me affectionately. “This is really what I dream about,” he
whispered as we drifted to sleep.

***

The gentle rise and fall of Mitch’s
chest was a lullaby throughout the night. His massive biceps
latched around me helped to make me feel protected. Snuggling into
his masculine chest made me feel like I was a part of him, that I
would forever be safe.

His hands began moving more fluidly,
gripping me tighter as he snuggled me back. A deep breath escaped
his nostrils as though he were inhaling my scent, then exhaled
loudly. My head lifted, hoping to greet those hypnotizing green
eyes, but I was saddened to find them still closed. The slight
smile of contentment on his lips made my heart thump against
his.

After a few moments, his eyelids began
to flutter open. “What are you looking at?” he teased, moving his
arms so they were behind his head.

I secretly pouted because his hands
weren’t on me anymore.

“Just the sleaze ball I slept with
last night.”

He laughed under his breath. “Let’s
not forget that sleaze ball gave you two orgasms.” His hand found
my hair, moving the few stray strands behind my ear. “I like when
you smile.” My chin tilted downward trying to hide my grin. “I like
when you blush even more.”

I nipped his pec. “I’m so not
blushing.”

His other hand found my face, forcing
me to meet his smirk. “Yes, you are,” his voice was soft, yet
teasing.

I sat up, grabbing both his wrists
while I straddled him. “Don’t make me have my way with you
again.”

He twitched beneath me, causing my
brow to raise. “Jamie Rae, I will forever let you have your way
with me.”

A devious smile escaped me as I began
grinding my hips down onto his lap. He groaned in excitement,
tipping his head back as his hands caressed my thighs. “But I need
to use the restroom first.”

“Such a tease,” he grumbled, smacking
my ass as I hopped off him. I couldn’t contain my giggle as I found
the bathroom.

Last night had felt amazing. I was so
happy in his arms. Even though we both had some alcohol in us, it
was real, and I could see myself getting lost in him on a regular
basis. After cleaning myself up and tending to morning bathroom
needs, I seductively walked back into the room.

Mitch was lying on his
stomach hugging a pillow while playing with his phone. The blanket
was covering his perfect behind, and I couldn’t help but pull the
blanket back so I could get a good look. My eyes widened at the
rounded muscles. I’d always been a sucker for a man with a nice
ass. Unable
to resist
, I squeezed his butt
with my palms as I straddled his thighs.

He flexed his muscles, not
moving his eyes from his phone. “It’
s nice, isn
’t
it?”

I laughed at his smug comment, then
smacked his very nice ass hard, getting an ouch out of him. I moved
my body upwards so I was sitting on his lower back, my hands
massaging his defined shoulders and back muscles.

His head dipped as he set his phone to
the side. “That feels amazing,” he sighed as his muscles went from
tense to mush after a few moments. My body was starting to heat up
from the little grunts he’d let out every time my hands found a
knot.

Mitch turned his head away
from the pillow so I could see half of his face. “It’s called
d
yscalculia.
” My hands stilled for
a moment but then continued. “I mean, I have it,
d
yscalculia.
It
’s a numbers thing.”

His embarrassment was
clear by the way he stumbled over his words.
“
It
’
s like dyslexia,
but with numbers. I always mix them up, mainly reading them
backwards. I always played it off like it was nothing, copying the
smart kids whenever I could. A teacher finally pointed it out
during my freshman year. They always passed me along. I was a
little shit, so my bad behavior stood out more than my crappy math
skills. I did great in any other subject as long as numbers
weren
’
t involved.
”

He sighed, as though a
huge weight had been lifted off his chest.
“
It got harder when my dad wanted me
to get into the family business. Working for an
architect
’
s firm isn
’
t the
best place for someone with d
yscalculia.
”

My hands stilled on his
back.
“
Your
parents know you have it, right?
”

Mitch
rolled, causing me to move
off him. He sat up, leaning against the headboard while I hugged a
pillow to my chest.
“
They know, but it doesn
’
t mean they understand
it. Mom does, but RJ thought it was a joke and something
I
’
d outgrow, so he put me on-site
and hired an
‘
assistant
’
to help me. I
’
m not
a fool
—
I know
Tony
’
s really who they go to when they
have questions.
”

My eyes found my lap.
Mitch knew what everyone said behind his back. Guilt filled me for
thinking he was an idiot for so long.
“
You are good at what you do, Mitch.
You build these structures and know all about tools and codes.
I
’
d be totally
lost.
”
Mitch gave
me an
unsure grin as he hugged his chest.

“
What happened to your
arm?”

He looked down at it as he stroked the
bandage I noticed last night with his thumb. “Nail gun. Must not be
that good with tools.” We both chuckled.

Mitch
grabbed his mysterious black
notebook from the nightstand beside us and set it in front of
me.
“
This is my
cheat book. I typically have it on me at all
times.
”

Taking a moment, I looked at it,
itching to open and read its contents. He nodded as though he was
reading my mind. Tucking my hair behind my head, I flipped open the
book to find numbers written out with specific details of where the
numbers belonged.

“Now I know why you wanted this
notebook so bad.”