Sweet Reflection (17 page)

His hand reaches the top of my thigh and he stops, expecting to feel the edge of some material but I was so wrapped up in the smell of his shirt earlier I forgot to put my underwear on. He looks in my eyes with a knowing smirk and if he doesn’t move his hand up further in the next few seconds I’m going to move it for him.

“What am I thinking?” My voice is just a whisper in the air as his hand moves up spreading out and gripping my ass so tightly that his fingers are nearly reaching the place I’m so desperate for his touch. My loud whimper gives him a devilish smile and the hunger in his eyes sends shockwaves straight down to my core.

“This…” He says gruffly, and with skilful hands he lifts me up against his chest crashing his lips against mine as he moves us over to the table at the far end of the kitchen. He sits me down on the edge and tosses a chair out the way so he can lower his body over mine.

His hands quickly undo the buttons of his shirt and pull it wide open so he can see all of me. His eyes wander all the way down slowly lingering on my breasts, and lowers his mouth to them, stubble tickling my skin. “Is this what you were thinking about, babe?”

I can only moan a response and feel his smile against the top of my breast. He brings his hands up to stroke them whilst he continues to kiss his way down my stomach and further until his mouth is covering my core and he’s burying his face deep. He licks and teases and I try to sit up and watch but when his tongue darts inside me I drop my head back against the table and moan loudly. My hands find his hair and I hold his head to me because I know I wouldn’t be able to stand it if he stopped.

“You have to know how good you taste,” he mumbles in between licks and before I can say anything he’s pulled me so I’m sitting up and his lips are moving against mine forcefully. Our tongues are entwining and I can taste myself on his mouth, but surprisingly I don’t find it disgusting; it turns me on even more. My hands glide up over his biceps and shoulders and I clutch them firmly whilst he slips two finger deep inside me, and its pleasure and pain at the same time but the pain hardly registers as he starts moving them in and out. His eyes hold mine, I can’t look away. They have an intense, feral blaze that makes me want to melt against him but he’s holding me back so he can watch my face. I start to ride his fingers, wanting more, wanting it faster, feeling the simmering heat start to boil inside me as he kisses my neck.

He breathes heavily in my ear, “God, you look so beautiful when you’re about to come.” The pad of his thumb slips over my clit and I don’t realise I’m so close until with one last hard thrust he hooks his fingers, hitting the spot that has me moaning his name and clinging to him as hard as I can whilst I shakily come down from my high.

“Oh my…” I breathe in unsteadily. A slow, satisfied smile creeps on my face as I lift my head to look at him.

“That is definitely what I was thinking about.”

A deep chuckle vibrates in his chest, and I lower my face to his pecs, feeling his heart beat racing under my cheek.

Chapter Twelve

James

God, I don’t think she realises what she does to me. Her soft curves in my hands, her sexy moans in my ear and the way she clings to me when she comes are things I never thought I’d get again but it was totally worth the wait. Although if I’d got my shit together ages ago I could have had the past nine months of this. We’ve lost out on so much time but I’m not going to let that happen anymore. Now it’s all about grabbing any opportunity and time with her I can, making sure she gets to know the real me.

“Have you finished with breakfast?” I ask as I pull my shirt back round her and start to button the front.

“Yes, thank you. Have you? I’ll clear up if you have.”

“Uh, uh. No princess should have to clear up her boyfriend’s mess. I’ll do it.” I move over to the other side of the room, and start to empty the plates and wrap the left-over food up to put in the fridge. I can feel her eyes on me still and as I look over, she closes her open mouth and cocks her eyebrow at me.

“What?”

“Boyfriend? You and your assumptions, Dawson.” She shakes her head at me and I start to feel like an idiot at having just told her everything I felt about her. How could I have read the situation so differently, I thought that was what she wanted too? Everything I’ve waited for is slipping away in an instant until she does the little tell-tale sign of chewing on the inside of her cheek; she’s trying to hold back laughter.

“Babe…that wasn’t nice.” I walk over to her and we’re both trying to hold back smiles. “Naughty girls have to be punished.”

She raises her head in defiance but I lift my arms and make a show of wiggling my fingers.

“No, don’t.
Please
.” She shakes her head furiously and a nervous laugh’s escaping but she’s desperately begging me not to with her eyes.

“I have to. I can’t control them. Quick Laurel, move.” She screams and tries to climb off the table but I move to block her each time she leans a different way. “Please. Don’t. I can’t stand it.” She’s laughing and giggling as I bring my hands out to tickle every bit of skin I can find.

“James, please. Get off.” She screams and wriggles and squirms in my grip and I can’t hide my laughter either.

“Not until you say it.”

“Never.” She shakes her head laughing and moans as my hands find a particularly sensitive spot on the side of her stomach. “Please, stop.”

“Right, that’s it...” I pick her up still screaming and throw her over my shoulder.

“What are you doing? James put me down,” she begs, lashing out and hitting my backside.

“Ssh, quiet woman.” I slap her playfully on the butt which just makes her scream louder.

“No. What are you going to do?” She’s still laughing but I can hear she’s worried.

I climb the stairs and head down the hallway to the bathroom. “Why are we going in here? What are you doing?” I chuckle at both the laughter and frustration in her voice, and reach out to turn the shower above the bath on high.

“You wouldn’t dare. I’ve still got your shirt on. I don’t want a shower yet.” She tries to slap me again and wriggle out of my grip but I tighten my hold on her, “I don’t care about my shirt. And yes, babe, I would dare.”

“Okay, okay. I’ll say it.”

“I’m waiting…”

“You can be my boyfriend, you lucky thing.” I grin with satisfaction but it won’t stop me from doing what I had planned.

“Thanks babe, but I’m going in now.”

She laughs and splutters as I step under the shower head and the water soaks her through.

“So Dawson, I was thinking…” Laurel starts to say as she finishes drying her hair.

“Uh, oh.” I wince teasingly and she walks over the bed to grab a pillow, and chucks it at me.

“Dick.” She flings over her shoulder and struts her way back into the bathroom.

“Hey I resent that.”

“I thought you liked it when I called you names?”

“Yeah, cool names like Hot Stuff, or Sex God, or King of Pleasure.” I smile when she rolls her eyes and lie down on the bed just watching her as she lays out all the girly shit she had in her Mary Poppins bag and starts to put her make-up on.

“I don’t know why you bother with that stuff, it doesn’t make you look any better.” She swings round to glare at me with her hip jutted out and her eyebrow raised.

“Babe don’t give me that look. I didn’t mean it like that. You’re beautiful enough as it is. You don’t need it.”

“Hmm, better.”

“So what were you thinking?” I ask, relieved I managed to get my foot out my mouth.

“Well, I mean, how’s it going to be now? You know its Cassie’s catch-up drinks tonight. What’s going to happen? Are we going separately, or are we going to tell people? ‘Cause you know I’m fine with it any way you want it, I just need to know how it’s going to play out.”

She’s been talking so fast, waving her mascara thing round in the air, she didn’t see me appear behind her.

“Babe, we’re going together.” I put my arms around her waist and kiss her neck, watching her reflection through the mirror. Her mouth parts and her head tilts to the side to allow me better access.

“I told you. You’re mine now. I want everyone to know it. And I don’t think I’ll be able to keep my hands off you.”

I grip her hips and pull her back against me.

I won’t ever get enough of her, now I’ve actually had another taste, I’m sunk.

The afternoon goes by slowly, which is just fine by me. Laurel and I make ourselves comfortable stretched out on the sofa with tea, and chocolate and popcorn and watch some movies. She falls asleep in my arms for a while and I catch myself just watching her like a lovesick teenager. Then I fall asleep and I get woken up by her doing rude things to me under the blanket. Just as I’m about to return the favour, she gets a text message from her mum.

“She wants to meet you.”

“You told her you were here? Does she know you spent the night?” Oh God, her mum knows I’ve had sex with her daughter. I was hoping I’d be able to make a good first impression, now she’ll hate me.

“Yeah, she’s fine with stuff like that. Don’t worry. She’s actually been your biggest supporter lately.”

Now that’s what I want to hear.

“Oh, and why is that?”

“Because I’ve had the biggest grin on my face for over a week. Plus she thinks that your plans for the store were amazing and you were great to do them for nothing.”

“Brownie points with mum. Woo hoo!” I punch the air and she laughs as I cover her mouth with mine guiding her back so she’s lying flat on the sofa. Then I carry on with what I had planned to do a few minutes ago.

Chapter Thirteen

James

I’m pacing the hallway still trying to work out how I got so lucky. I’ve had an amazing twenty four hours. Tonight we’re going to meet our friends and I get to tell everyone that we’re together. And now I actually have the right to punch any fucker who even dares to look at her the wrong way and the thought fills me with relief.

The taxi beeps its horn outside, because apparently the driver’s too damn lazy to come to the door like he should.

“Babe, taxi’s here.” I shout upstairs. She’s been here all afternoon, and we stopped by her house earlier to get her a change of clothes for tonight on the way to pick up some more junk food supplies.

“Coming,” she shouts back and I have a hard time getting it out my head how her being here with me feels so right. Just seeing her make a cup of coffee in my kitchen, or plump the cushions on my sofa, or putting her make-up on in my bathroom makes me want to keep her here all the time. It’s too soon for that, I think, but then I remind myself that we’ve known each other for the past nine months. And that definitely helps me feel more relaxed.

“Have you seen my phone?” She asks as she walks down the stairs but I’m not seeing anything else but her. She’s wearing a tight black lace dress which shows off her incredible figure and emphasises her long tanned legs and blonde hair. She flashes a smile as she passes and not only does her perfume have me drooling, the back of the dress is cut out and her tanned skin is like a beacon just calling out to me. I can feel my trousers tighten and I know we have to get out of here so that I have some distraction.

“James? Phone?” She repeats, and I shake myself out of my daze to answer her.

“Kitchen counter.”

“Thanks,” she smiles sweetly and heads into the kitchen to pick it up.

“Let’s go,” she wanders back out and I open the door and gesture for her to walk out.

The taxi ride feels like an eternity. I’m extremely aware of her presence next to me, and that damn sexy body I just want on top of me. She rests her hand on my thigh and I jerk slightly under her touch which I don’t mean to do, and she takes the wrong way.

“Are you okay?” She asks softly.

She bites her lip and looks worried as hell but I’m so uncomfortable I just nod and look out the window. She’s silent the rest of the way and I know there must be all sorts going through her mind and I have to give myself a mental slap for not being clear with her. We arrive at the bar and stop on the opposite side of the road because it’s so busy. She gets out warily, shocked when I grab her hand as we cross the road. There’s too many people laughing and chatting outside for us to have this conversation so I tug on her hand and pull her into the alleyway next to the bar.

“What are you doing?” She asks, startled when we head into the darkness.

My hands push on her hips until she’s back against the brick wall and I bring them up to lean either side of her head.

“I didn’t mean to give you the wrong impression.” I blow out a breath and rest my forehead against hers, “But that dress is seriously wicked. I don’t know how I’m going to spend the whole night watching you in it, and knowing what’s underneath. You are way too sexy, I think you should just stay at home from now on.”

She laughs and the relief lights up her whole face.

“Yeah but what’s underneath is all yours.” She says huskily. “Doesn’t that make you feel better?” She reaches out to pull my shirt out my trousers and her soft warm hands find their way to my abs.