Page 25 of Presidential Bargain
“Strip.” Jameson’s voice was low andcommanding.
“What?” I sounded confused, but I heard his request loud and clear. How was getting naked supposed to make this situationbetter?
“Take off your clothes, Georgie.” Jameson began to undress. Despite the touches and affectionate moments of the last few weeks, nudity had never been a part of this equation. We slept in the same bed, but I hadn’t gotten more than a peek ofJameson’sskin.
Jameson started unbuttoning the thin, linen shirt that he favored in warmer climates. I watched him work the buttons as inch by inch, his solid, muscled chest became visible. He shrugged it off and it drifted to the floor. His hands then started working on his belt buckle. My nerves intensified with every article of clothing he removed. I looked up at him, wondering why clothing was not required for the news he was about todeliver.
“What I must tell you will strip you emotionally, so you might as well be naked. I’m not going to tell you again.Strip. Or I’ll gladly do it for you.” His smile was sly and crooked and even though what he was about to tell me was probably awful, he was still a man. I was still a woman. And the desire that radiated between us was almostpalpable.
My fingers trembled as I lifted the hem of my coral pink top. As soon it cleared my head and landed on the floor, Jameson’s mouth was hot against my skin. I sucked in a sharp breath at the contact. His large hands held my waist firmly, fusing our bodies together. He kissed my neck and the swell of my breasts. With one slight motion, he pushed me back onto the bed. Sometime between taking off my shirt and landing on the bed, Jameson’s pants disappeared. He only wore a pair of black boxer briefs. I glanced down at the sizeable bulge and swallowed. Jesus, I was introuble.
Jameson struck, covering me with his big body. His hands slid up my thighs and under my skirt, skimming along the lace edge of my panties. His lips were everywhere—my neck, my shoulders, my chest. He devoured me like a man starved. The heady combination of his mouth and hands was like a drug, intoxicating andlethal.
“God, you’re so soft. And you fucking smell like a chocolate-covered strawberry.” He kissed me softly once, twice, until his kisses became deeper, more urgent. My body was his personal buffet. “You taste likeonetoo.”
As wonderful as Jameson felt, his words were on a constant loop in my mind. “Jameson,” I pleaded in between heatedkisses.
He stopped and touched our foreheads together. “I know, little darling. I know you want me to tell you, butnotyet.”
Jameson went back to work, distracting me with his delicious hands buried deep under my skirt. One finger slipped beneath the elastic band of my underwear and gently traced my flesh. Emboldened by the small whimper that escaped my lips, he added more of his wicked fingers. He teased me with light strokes across my folds, and then with the faintest of touches to my clit. Hot tremors of desire coursed through my body. I wrapped my legs around his waist and moaned withpleasure.
Jameson momentarily paused his exploration of the most intimate areas of my body. I let out a whine of protest, which elicited a deep chuckle. I squeaked with surprise when his hands grabbed both the waistband of my skirt and my panties, and he tugged them down my body. It didn’t register that I was almost completely naked until Jameson growled withhunger.
“I cannot wait to taste you.” His voice was practicallyferal.
I wanted to enjoy this moment badly. I wanted to be consumed by the desire that surged through my entire body, but I couldn’t. Jameson had something to tell me and I knew it was going tobebad.
“Jameson, please. Tell me.” I looked up at him, his body still hovering over mine. The primal hunger I saw in his clear blue eyes dissipated and was replaced by anger. And worry. Anddefeat.
I sat up and started to cover myself with the bedsheet, but Jameson held up a hand to stop me. He reached around and unhooked my bra, letting the straps fall to the sides. I slid it off and let it slip to the floor. Then Jameson stood and removed his boxer briefs. There were no more barriers. All that remained would be whatever ugly truth Jameson was about toreveal.
We both slid beneath the covers, Jameson drawing me close, using his body like a shield. “Russell Atlee madehismove.”
He didn’t have to say any more. I knew what he meant. “Did you see thepictures?”
“Yes.”
“You saw what he did? What I was too embarrassed to tell.” I turned away from him, ashamed. The images of that night on the beach flashed through my mind and I shuddered. Jameson placed a firm hand on my bare shoulder and pulled me to face him. In the dim light of the bedroom, his normally clear blue eyes were a darksapphire.
“Embarrassed?” he asked in a firmwhisper.
“I was frozen. I wanted to fight back, but his hands locked me in place.” I sounded more panicked than I meant. It felt important to me that Jameson know I didn’t want that man’s hands on me. That I didn’t somehow invite him totouchme.
“It’s okay. You don’t have to be embarrassedaboutthat.”
I was quiet for a moment. One thought, one feeling constantly nagged at me until I could no longer ignore it. “I didn’t want you to bedisappointed.”
“Disappointed, little darling? How on earth could you have disappointed me?” His brow was furrowed and confusion clouded his normally translucentblueeyes.
“I didn’t want you to think I was weak or that you had picked the wrong woman,” I admitted. His gaze softened and he ran the back of his hand down my cheek. Then he bent his head and placed his lips over mine in the mostreverentkiss.
“You are theonlywoman worth picking, Georgie.” He cradled me against his body as he worshipped my lips with his, over and over, until I was leftbreathless.
“What are we going to do?” I finally managed after regaining not only my breath but mysenses.
“Weare going to let our lawyers handle this.Youare going to point to every place on your body where he put his hands and I’m going to replace those ugly memories withpleasurableones.”
“Jameson, this is serious! I don’t want to be distractedwithsex.”
