** For authors notes, disclaimer etc. see chapter 1
DIY Disaster 2/2
"My god James I've only been gone half an hour how the hell have you got so much done already?" She's standing at the door with a bottle of wine and two glasses and I don't think I can speak. God she's magnificent and now with her hair freshly washed and fresh jeans and a casual shirt on she looks amazing. I had a feeling this might be a bad idea when I first decided to come here but I had no idea exactly how much trouble I was going to be in. When Robbie said she'd cried off and wasn't going to the concert I thought maybe she was ill or something had upset her and I could play nurse maid or be a shoulder to cry on. Ether of those things would have been a hell of a lot easier to handle than this.
"It's not that hard I used to do a bit of odd jobbing when I was at University so I can get through it pretty quickly." She's right beside me now, so close that the smell of soap and strawberries from her shampoo is invading my senses. I don't cope with her getting too close even in the relatively safe environment of work and right now it's even more difficult and I can feel my body start to react completely of its own accord.
"If I'd known that I'd have asked you to help after all. Ok I'll open the wine then give me something to do I'm not going to stand around watching you work."
"Ok well you could clean out the roller tray for me I won't need it again then when I'm done doing the edges on this wall the others should be dry and we can start moving furniture back." She's behind me now at the other side of the room and I can't see her but I can still feel her eyes on me. It's like they are boring into my back. When she looks at me it's like she can hypnotise me and even when I can feel her gaze on me it makes my pulse race.
"I'm not going to bother washing the tray and the roller they were cheap ones from the discount store round the corner from the station I'll just throw them out there should be black bags around here somewhere." Oh god this is not going to end well; she's on her hands and knees at my feet feeling around for the bags and her blouse has fallen forward giving me a perfect view of her breasts beneath it. I've spent so much time imagining what it would be like to see the wonder of her body under this fitted dressed and blouses she wears to work that now that I have a glimpse of what I desire most I'm frozen to the spot. She's staring up at me now confusion clouding her gaze and I know she knows what I've been looking at, I'm sure I've gone ever possible shade of red. "James are you ok?
"What? Yeah, sorry yeah I'm fine, did you find the bags?" I swear he was staring at my breasts and if I'm right he was definitely liking what he was seeing. Suddenly I feel like I've slipped into a parallel universe because in this world James Hathaway would never be so thrown by the sight of any part of me. I am constantly thrown by him, I was only two minutes ago when I was opening the wine and he bent down to dip the paint brush in the pot. I've never seen him in the sort of tight skinny jeans he has on now and the way they cling to his ass is amazing, that and the way I can see his chest muscles through his t-shirt is doing indecent things to me. I was really trying to keep my raging hormones under control but the way he's just been looking at me I wonder if that's really necessary. I need to calm down and try to focus on what we're supposed to be doing, I'm probably imagining it and even if I'm not it would be absolutely the worst idea in the world to do anything about it. I mean I'm his boss, the complete insanity of starting anything even if it did end up only being a one night stand, would be madness. The list of reasons I shouldn't even be considering it is too long to even start going through and yet now that I'm on my feet again and moving to the other side of the room I swear his eyes are following my every move.
"The window wall is finished isn't it? It seems dry so while you've finishing that but I could hang the new curtains." That's it Jean keep it focused on what you should be doing, do something mundane, something that will mean you are not looking at him and can get a grip on yourself and stop thinking about stupid potentially career ruining sex.
"Yeah you sort them out then I'll hold the ladder for you I'm not sure we should trust you at height again after the paint incident." His smile is so bloody gorgeous god I didn't realise how bad I had it, I should have just sent him back to the concert because I know I'm going to do something stupid if I don't get him out of here soon. Play it cool Jean just calm down.
"Hey you were the one who knocked the door and scared me I was going fine with the step ladder before that!" As she looks over her shoulder at me the way her hair falls to one side and the teasing in her eyes is driving me nuts. I know she had to have realised I was staring at her, that I was effected by the sight of her breasts and her closeness and yet she didn't immediately move or call me out on it. Actually she seemed to be enjoying the fact I was looking at her could she actually want me to make a move? I thought she was staring at me earlier because she was so pleased that I'd got so much done in so little time but now I'm starting to wonder if it was something else, something more, and she might want me as much as I want her. Right now I want to say to hell with it and abandon the decorating and pull her into my arms. I want to kiss her in a way that will leave her in no doubt that not only did I enjoy seeing more of her but I want to see all of her, I want to touch her, taste her, make love to her and show her how much my life has come to depend on the limited interactions we have. I can't though, not yet, I can't take that risk on one thing that I might be reading too much into. There's still work to be done here maybe by the time we're finished I'll know if it's worth the risk because a risk is exactly what it will be, even if we do feel the same it's not something we should think about starting, she's not long out of messy divorce, she's my boss, I don't know if to her it would be a one off or if she'd want more like I would. God it's such a huge can of worms to open but if the signs keep coming as strongly as they have in the last ten minutes I don't think I'll be able to stop myself acting on them.
"I'm done here, there's nothing to go against this wall is there?"
"No, we just need to move the furniture back to the dry walls and we can hang the pictures on that wall later when it's dry." He's moving around pulling the dust sheets off the furniture and following my instructions about where each thing has got to go. Every time I try to help he tells me he can manage so all I can do is stand back and watch him work and it's the final straw. I know I can't let him leave tonight without doing something to see if he might want to be with me like I want to be with him. I want all of him, I want a relationship, a life with him as part of it, but right now I'd take a night of hot no holds barred sex if that was all was on offer. I've started making the bed, putting on the new bedding and arranging pillows just because I have to do something and other than that the only thing left to do it hang the curtains which he won't let me do until he's holding the ladder. I need the distraction I need to clear my head and work out how to play this I mean I can't just throw myself at him based on one possible moment that he seemed to be interested can I?
"Come on then let's get those curtains up and then we'll be able to actually drink that wine." He's standing holding the ladder and to climb it I have to brush tantalizingly close to him and I'm sure I felt his breath hitch as our bodies touched. My pulse is racing so fast my hands are trembling and it's making it almost impossible to get the curtains on to the curtain pole but I've finally done it and the room is finished, now just to make it down the ladder and….shit!
"It's ok I've got you." She's just stumbled on the ladder again and this time she's fallen straight into my arms. She's laughing and so am I but I know this is the moment, my arms are wrapped so tightly round her that her body is pressed against mine and I've reacted in instinct I know she must be able to feel my arousal and her laugh has faded as she stares into my eyes making no attempt to move. I know now I'm going to do it and before the thought has even formed fully in my head I'm kissing her and she's kissing me back, moaning softly against my lips. God she tastes amazing, her fingers have laced in my hair pulling me closer like she can't get enough of me or is worried that I'm going to stop before she's ready. She has nothing to worry about I could stand here doing this for the rest of my life and still feel like it wasn't long enough. Right now I don't care where we are, I don't care how much effort we've just put in to making this room perfect I want her and I don't intend to wait for a change of location as I back her toward the bed. Again she makes no move to stop me as her hands slip under my t-shirt and I follow her lead my fingers running down the buttons of her blouse.
"I want you so much but this is such a bad idea James." The words have tumbled out of my mouth as he nods but both our actions contradict what we're saying. I've pushed his t-shirt over his head and my blouse has hit the floor too as he reaches for my breasts the sensation of his fingers gently kneading them stopping any further words in my throat but only for a second as he gently pushes me onto the bed and I have to say it even if it might stop this before it's even properly got started. "James wait, I want you, I want this, but I'm not sure I can do it if it's just a casual one night stand, I don't know if I can have you once then accept that it can never happen again."
"That's good because I want you too, and I don't want it to be a fling, I've waited too long to know that you want me too to give it up again after tonight." My words seem to have exploded any reserve she might have been feeling about what we're doing and in seconds we're both in the need to explore every part of each other. The rest of our clothes have been shed in a blur of passionate kisses and playful power struggles and now I'm the one lying on the bed as she straddles my hips and I groan softly as the beauty in front of me. "You are so beautiful, I knew you would be, I knew you would have an amazing body but you take my breath away."
"You're not exactly shabby yourself." My words have come out in a deep satisfied moan as I impale myself on his length soaking up the way by body yields so freely to him. His hands trace my thighs as he rises off the bed to meet me with each thrust as I reach for the headboard to steady myself against the waves of pleasure that have already started to lap gently at the edges of my nerves. The way he quietly groans my name and how his fingers grip my hips moving them to keep up the rhythm we've set tells me he's close too and it feels amazing that I can have such an instant effect on him. I know in moments I'm going to be lost in my own climax and when I am I want to feel his weight on me, I want him to have control, to take me the way he needs to as I roll us so he's on top without ever breaking contact. "Harder James, please….."
"Let go Jean, let me take control now, just let go." The flush running over her chest and neck and the way her cries have got louder and more urgent tells me she's already lost as I keep moving inside her with hard deep thrusts and before long I'm gone too exploding inside her with a ferocity that I've never experienced before as I fall trembling into her arms .
"That was amazing." I can hardly speak the onslaught of pleasure he's just given me was so intense but I have to tell him, he needs to know how much he has claimed me with that since act. I want him to know that I meant it when I said I didn't want this to be a one off and now I want that even more. I couldn't give this up and the way he's smiling at me tells me he already knows. When I started decorating tonight I thought it would be one of the most boring and soul destroying nights of my life yet now as he pulls me into his arms kissing me again it's proved to be the complete opposite. Instead of finishing a room I've started a new chapter of my life and I can't wait to see where it will lead.