Page 23 of Meet You Half Way
“This is me,” Jamie said and I saw his black Peugeot only a few steps away from the front of the café.
“Rockstar park,” I replied. “I’m around the corner.”
“Ah. Well, it was really nice to see you again, Mateo,” Jamie said. “Thanks for agreeing to meet me.”
“You too. And, um, thanks for the coffee,” I managed to get out. I wasn’t sure what else to say. I also wasn’t sure how to make myself leave as I hovered beside him, not quite ready to remove myself from his warm sunshine or those sparkling blue eyes. He made me feel good about myself and I didn’t understand why.
“Any time, Mateo.”
“Well. I should probably go then,” I mumbled just as my eyes dipped, suddenly waylaid by those distracting pink lips on Jamie’s face. The ones I had tasted a few times now, and, well, I could certainly highly recommend them. I probably wouldn’t even mind another taste if I was being perfectly honest which might explain why my feet were suddenly glued to the pavement.
I drew in a sharp breath as Jamie leaned in closer to me, not quite touching but close enough that anyone walking by would know it was not the gesture of afriend. I found myself not quite able to give a fuck as those intoxicating waves that were purelyhimwashed over me.
“Why do you smell so good?” Jamie asked, nose skating just below my ear but not quite touching. That not-quite-touch seemed somehow even worse, my body instantly on edge, every single one of my nerve endings springing to life.
“Tom Ford,” I stammered.
“Tom Ford?” he asked, a smile edging up his handsome face and making his blue eyes spark.
“Yeah. I, ah, did a campaign with them last year and I got a whole heap of samples. So, Tom Ford.”
“That explains some of it. I think it’s not just Tom Ford though. It’s also you.”
Ah,merda. How did I answer that when I was thinking the exact same thing about his scent. How intoxicating he was. How alluring he was. How everything he did made me forget who I was and drew me straight in.
“Do you get that a lot? Samples from shoots?” he asked, breath warm on my neck as I shivered.
“One of the perks,” I muttered.
“Hmm.” He still had not touched me but I wasn’t sure I had ever been more primed for someone in my entire life, everythingwaiting and wanting his touch, wanting that mouth on my neck, his hands on my body.
I broke first. “I, um, don’t have to be back at the office until two,” I laid out casually.
“No?”
“No.”
“In that case, get in my damn car, Mateo.”
Jamie had blue sheets. Baby blue and buttery soft with a terrifically high thread count. I couldn’t say the exact number but I did get intimately acquainted with them later that morning after Jamie flipped me onto my stomach and thrust into me from behind, his movements so forceful my head hit the headboard.
Everything inside me ached and the sheets would need to be washed now but I was finding it hard to care about that as I lounged on the buttery soft pillows, Jamie’s fingers painting leisurely circles on my sticky stomach.
“Why do we always end up here?” I murmured.
“I don’t have the faintest clue,” Jamie concurred.
“No?”
“Really. I am not a hookup guy,” he continued, those fingers feeling oh-so nice on my skin. “I’m a woo-them-into-bed kind of guy. A get-to-know-them first before sex kind of guy. A flowers and wine kind of guy.”
“Really?” I asked, twisting on my side and propping myself up on my elbow. He really was nice to look at when he was like this in a post-sex daze, all warm and soft and relaxed. I liked his apartment too, well, what I had seen of it as we had left a trail ofclothes between the front door and his bedroom. His apartment was a new build, all white washed walls and art-deco inspired curves where it sat on the main street of Sorrento, snug between cafes and restaurants and just a few streets back from the beach.
“You’re not into romance?”
“I don’t know,” I shrugged. “I never had a boyfriend before Nick. And he and I were friends first so the romance didn’t really make an appearance between us. We just kept doing friend things. Usually with Rob in the middle.”
“Nick was your first?”
