Here we go. This chapter kicks off what is personally my favorite part of this story. As I warned at the end of the previous chapter, this is when Jamko finally gets their first night together. I would call this a strong T, I don't think it needs an M rating. Hopefully you agree, and hopefully you enjoy.
Since clearing the air between them, they have migrated back to the kitchen with just a few minutes left on the timer. Eddie is sitting on the stool across the counter from Jamie as he opens the oven for a brief glance at his chicken. Before he can close it, a glorious aroma fills the room, and Eddie realizes just how hungry she is.
"Wow, this smells amazing, Jamie."
He is proud of himself right now because he is pulling off this meal perfectly. He is gathering the items for their salad when he tells her it is almost ready.
"Can I please help with something," she begs.
He has done so much to make this dinner for her…for them, and she feels like she should contribute more than just the cheesecake she picked up earlier this afternoon.
He really doesn't want to let her do anything, but he can tell by the look on her face that he better, so he tosses her a few vegetables for their salad. She is satisfied with that and reaches for a knife as he slides a cutting board in her direction.
She finishes the salad prep the same time Jamie is pulling their main course from the oven, and they move to the table together. Eddie takes her first taste of Jamie's masterpiece, and he is staring at her, anxiously waiting for those soft sensual moans to escape letting him know he has done a good job. He gets what he wants and it's more than satisfaction that he is feeling right now.
"This is incredible," she says, savoring every bite.
He knows it doesn't take much to please her, but he is proud of himself, nonetheless. They are halfway through their meal when Eddie asks him about his daughter.
"So, tell me more about Gracie."
Jamie isn't sure what to say because he has honestly never had this conversation with another woman before, but Eddie helps him out.
"What does she like besides pigs?"
She is genuinely interested in learning more about her. She takes another bite and waits for him to talk.
"Just pigs right now," he laughs softly as he answers, and thinks about his little girl for a minute, and Eddie can see how much his daughter means to him.
"She's obsessed," he says as he takes another bite.
"Well, I can understand why. They are adorable."
She takes a sip of wine and continues.
"Ooh, you should get her a real pig. That would be awesome."
She is pointing her fork at him as she expresses that thought, and he is laughing at how serious she is, as he shakes his head, indicating his answer to that is no.
"Oh, come on dad, they're so cute."
She really is serious, and it melts Jamie's heart when Eddie calls him dad. She does accept the reality of this, and he will never understand how he got so lucky.
"They are not cute, they are disgusting. I'm not getting her a real pig."
He is finding so much humor in this conversation.
"Then maybe I'll get her a real pig," her eyes widen suggestively and Jamie is pointing his fork at her again.
"You will not."
She rolls her eyes and shrugs her shoulders at him.
"We'll see," she says as she finishes the last bite of food from her plate.
"Thank you so much for dinner, Jamie. It was perfect."
He has already taken their dishes to the kitchen, and she follows him to the sink.
"Here, let me help," she says as she approaches, standing beside him and reaching for the dish towel.
Again, he wishes she would just relax and enjoy herself, but he is learning she isn't that kind of girl, and if there is someone he would want standing next to him in his kitchen helping him with dishes, it is her.
They have got a routine going. Even though it was just the two of them, there were more dishes dirtied than he expected. They are standing side by side, he is washing and she is drying, and every time her fingers graze his when she reaches for the next dish, it is electrifying.
Sparks are about to start flying in that kitchen and she thinks they need to hurry. He leans down to steal a quick kiss, thankful that she is here tonight and she kisses him back. Who knew dishes could be such a turn on, she thinks.
She has put the last dried dish away when she turns around, and Jamie is reaching for her. His hands go straight for her waist pulling her to him hard and fast. There is nothing left to do. This is it, this is now, and there is no more resisting the pull between them.
His lips meet hers slowly at first, but their kiss grows hungry and their hands can no longer behave. Her palms are resting on his chest as she pushes him back towards his bedroom. He was already leading her that way and she is grateful in this moment that she chose the perfect black lacy undergarments before she left home.
They are moaning and panting in between deep, sizzling kisses when his hands slide further down from her waist to cup her bottom. He bends his knees a little and she knows what he wants her to too.
Without breaking their kiss, she throws her arms around his neck and jumps, wrapping her legs around him and he continues to walk backwards. He can't make it to his room without bumping into a few walls first, and they both giggle at the separation of their lips with each soft impact.
As they enter the doorway of his bedroom, it is getting very real, very fast. Eddie loosens her grip on his waist, unlocking her ankles and slides gently down his front. As her feet hit the floor, she begins to pepper soft kisses down his jaw to his neck and throat. He pouts at the separation of her lips from his until he realizes what she is doing now.
He moans at the feel of her soft, silk lips on his skin and tilts his head a little, giving her more access. He will let her do this for as long as she wants. Well, almost. Her hands move from around his neck, tracing the collar of his shirt down to his chest as she slowly plucks open the top few buttons, one at a time, and her sultry breath on his neck is about to undo him.
He reaches up to help her finish the buttons, and she pushes his shirt open. He tugs it off the rest of the way, tossing it across the room and dives for her mouth again. His hands tighten around her waist once more and hers shoot up into his hair.
His fingers are soft and smooth as his hands are stroking her waist and they begin to move underneath the shirt she is wearing. Before he lifts it, he pauses, breaking their kiss.
Looking into her eyes, he is silently asking for permission to continue. She smiles her answer at him and raises her arms and he is pulling her shirt over her head, tossing it to join his on the floor.
They haven't said a single word since coming together in his kitchen, they could have if they wanted to, but now, Jamie is rendered speechless by the woman in his arms. Her body is a vision, her skin is golden and soft, and she is perfect.
He traces his fingertips slowly along the line where the black lacy bra stops and her cleavage begins and follows it up to the straps, gently pushing them off her shoulders.
His shirt is already off, and she wants to feel his bare chest against hers. She reaches behind and unhooks her bra so Jamie can finish removing it. As soon as her breasts are free, she is lunging towards him again, pressing her chest to his and takes his mouth in another hungry kiss. He kisses her back, holding her against him, caressing her shoulders.
There are just warm breaths and deep kisses as he moves them towards his bed. In a few steps, she feels the edge of the bed at the back of her knees. Her hands reach for his belt in a rushed motion, and she pulls it open, popping the button of his jeans at almost the same time.
Before she can push them down, he is toppling over her onto the bed and they attempt to catch their breath at the separation it causes. He is hovering over her now, as he gently lowers himself to rest on top of her, supporting most of his weight with his left arm, and he begins to slowly massage her breast, his thumb circling softly over her nipple.
He maintains eye contact with her, and she can't remember the last time a man touched her so gently and made her feel so loved and respected, and the attention he is showing her in this moment is evidence of the kind of man he is. And she is falling in love with him.
His touch is causing shivers through her body, and she is desperate for more. She is losing control when Jamie takes over completely, diving for her mouth again and her hands dart around his neck.
She is panting and moaning, and her eyes are shut when Jamie pulls away. He isn't going far though, as he moves down her chest, feathering kisses and soft licks down the center of her breast, across her stomach and finally, he is at the waistline of her jeans.
She can feel him there, his breath on her navel when she arches her hips slightly giving Jamie the permission he needs to continue. He unbuttons her pants and pulls them slowly down her legs, dropping them on the floor at the edge of the bed and returns to her, this time pressing kisses along her inner thigh and back up the length of her body, finally reaching her mouth again.
He is ravishing her, and she loves it. Still, neither of them has uttered a single word, just heavy moans and exhales. And he is sure he is falling in love with her.
Now it is Eddie's turn to take control. He needs to be shown the same attention he is giving her, and she will make sure he gets it. She palms his chest and holds there for a second, gazing into his eyes. They are silently telling each other how they feel, neither will admit it with actual words yet, but they will show each other tonight. She pushes him gently, a gesture he knows means she wants him to roll off her. He does, and she follows, straddling him now.
She can feel him between her legs, and she knows he is ready for her. She braces herself on the pillow above his head, and he wraps his arms around her, pulling her down to him, their lips crashing together once more, their tongues dancing again.
He loves the feel of her soft breasts against his chest and holds her tighter. His fingers run through her hair as one hand moves to the back of her head, while the other stays around her waist. Their kisses grow sloppy before she pulls away to slowly lick a trail down his chest to his navel.
Now she is at his waist and begins to unzip the jeans she had already unbuttoned. It is hot and sexy, and Jamie doesn't know how much more of this he can take, but he is not about to stop her.
She crawls back over him, and he reaches for her breast. He is gentle, he doesn't want to hurt her. Wrapping his arms around her middle again, he rolls her over and he is back on top. Her breathing is unsteady, and she meets his gaze as he presses his forehead against hers.
They hold that position for a moment, neither of them knew it would be this good and they haven't even connected in that special way yet. Her hands are gliding up his back, stroking his shoulders when he goes in for another greedy kiss.
He pulls away as he lowers his head to the base of her throat and begins a soft trail of kisses from there, slowly moving down over her collar bone and she is about to lose it.
She pulls one leg up and splays it to the side for him to settle and she can feel his arousal pressing into her thigh. The noises she makes are beyond her control now and she slides her hands down his back, stopping at his waist.
Hooking her thumbs underneath the elastic of his boxers, she pushes them down. He helps her get them the rest of the way and chucks them across the room somewhere and then reaches for her panties.
There is nothing left now but for them to connect in the way they have been anxiously waiting, and mentally preparing for all night. Unhurriedly, they work themselves into a steady rhythm, and neither can deny the sparks are real and they were meant for each other.
Jamie is slow at first, rocking into her tenderly, but he increases his pace, as his body and mind respond to the sounds of sheer ecstasy coming from the woman beneath him. They are both losing control, but Jamie remains gentle. They know what this joining is about, and they will express it with words soon enough.
Spent and gasping for steady breaths as their bodies come down from the euphoria they experienced together seconds ago, they both manage the word "wow," in unison, as Jamie reaches for the sheet and pulls it over them.
They are both still lying on their backs, and Eddie's arm is draped across her forehead as she tries to regain her composure. She eventually turns into him, resting her head on his chest, tangling the legs of their still naked bodies together and drapes her arm across his stomach.
He is playing with her hair, and it is a feeling she loves. They stay like that in silence for a few minutes. Their breathing is finally regular now and Jamie is the first to speak.
"Will you stay here tonight?"
The nerves are gone for both, but he still wonders if she will prefer to go home since tomorrow is Monday. She smiles at the sincerity in his question. Of course she will, and she is very glad she opted for the large bag with her essentials now.
"Yes," she answers softly.
She is caressing his stomach and drawing little circles with her fingertips, and the feeling is tantalizing for him. With a finger, he raises her chin towards his mouth and seals the moment with a slow kiss, their tongues softly touching.
Through a few more moments of silence, Eddie is still drawing those lazy circles, and Jamie is gliding his fingertips slowly from her shoulder to her elbow when she has another admission for him. Her voice is so soft, it is almost hard to understand her and her eyes are closed. She is relishing this moment between them.
"I have another confession," she whispers, and Jamie finds it sexy as hell.
"What's that?"
His voice is nearly as quiet as hers, and he is still rubbing her arm, an act that is causing little bumps on her skin.
"I took tomorrow off because I was hoping this would happen tonight."
"Yeah?"
His grin is wide and his excitement is returning.
"Me too," he tells her as he rolls her on to her back and lands on top of her again.
She is ready to go another round with him. It had been a long time for either of them, but they ignited a flame tonight that they hope will never burn out.
She takes control now, pushing him onto his back and slowly crosses one leg over his body. He reaches up for her, he wants to pull her down to him, but she shakes her head at him and grabs his hands, forcing them back down to the pillow.
Ok, he thinks. He wasn't expecting that, but he is not complaining. Before he knows it, she is sliding down onto him, her fingers still locked with his above his head, and this is the hottest thing he has ever seen.
She moves so smoothly, and he could do this with her all night long. He reaches for her again and she lets him this time. He grabs her hips, helping to guide her rhythm, and he can tell her stamina is fading. He sits up against the headboard, their bodies still joined, and wraps his arms around her, fully controlling her movements now.
He sets a lazy pace for them and she captures his lips in hers. The passion between them is enduring and after a few more moments, her body is convulsing in his arms and he is holding her tight against him. She kisses him slowly while she regains control, but they don't break apart. This time, they stay connected, their chests still pressed together.
She rests her forehead against his again. They hold a steady gaze, and his arms are still exploring her body. The little aftershocks are still hitting her and he kisses her softly each time she shivers. He will eventually move her off him, but for now, he is in no hurry.
She finally decides to free herself from Jamie and rolls over next to him. They are both seated against the headboard of the bed now, and she tugs the sheet up to cover herself. They sit there for a few moments when Jamie pushes the sheet back and steps out of bed.
"Where are you going," she asks, smiling at his naked body as he stands.
She is not concerned, just curious. He grabs a pair of sweatpants for himself and tosses a tee-shirt at her as he raises his eyebrows seductively.
"Dessert," he says as he steps into his sweatpants and walks out the door.
She realizes now that she will, in fact, get to lounge around in one of Jamie's tee-shirts, and it does feel great. She waits for a second, wondering if he is expecting her to follow him to the kitchen or if he will be returning to the bedroom with the cheesecake. She decides to go to him, she could use a glass of water anyway.
She walks into the kitchen, and Jamie's tee-shirt is hugging her thighs perfectly, leaving little to the imagination. Not that Jamie needed to imagine anything about her, every part of her body was freshly engrained in his mind.
She rounds the corner just as he is pulling her cheesecake from the fridge and he hands her a glass of water. She offers him a thankful smile as she reaches for the glass, letting him know how much she appreciates him.
They sit at the cushioned bar stools across from each other with the cheesecake on a platter in the middle and two forks. He doesn't slice the cake, he figures they will eat most of it now, sustenance for possible round three later, and then finish the rest for breakfast sometime tomorrow morning.