Page 19 of Mixed Connection
“Famous huh?” he says.
“Don’t ask me why they were famous but they were so damn good, I own a bar, that should tell you something about the glory of them. One night we found out what exactly she had mixed up in the fridge when we snuck downstairs and poured ourselves each a glass. We were drunkenly bumping into each other, dancing around the room, giggling like the fools we were. Her mom caught us red-handed and asked what was wrong with us? It was way too late to have the music up as loud as we did. I hiccuped. Paloma giggled and then burped like a full grown man, before Janelle ratted us all out. Too nervous about not telling her mom the truth.”
“You guys must have been in so much trouble,” he states, his eyebrows raised to his hairline.
“Oh yeah! She was pissed that we drank all the mango and lime concentrate.” I chuff a laugh before I continue, recalling the most blasphemous part of the whole thing. “But get this? It was completely virgin, no alcohol at all. I think we were so excited to be drinking margaritas, we fed off each other’s energy. She made us walk to the store to pick up more ingredients the next morning before the pool party.”
“Virgins!” His deep laugh falls from his mouth as he throws his head back. “Ya’ll weren’t even drunk?”
“We certainly wanted to believe we were.”
Jameson shakes his head right before the server comes back with our bill and wishes us a good night.
By the time we finish our last bites of dinner, we are both exhausted from laughing and very ready for dessert. One that we can’t order from any menu.
The car ride is made up of easy conversation about tonight’s dinner and the reunion. Some time between leaving the restaurant and pulling into the parking lot of my building, his warm hand found its way to my exposed leg and I find myself reveling in the feel of his calloused thumb rubbing the inner part of my thigh. We pull into the parking lot far too soon and I’m not ready for him to stop touching me.
Opening the door, he helps me step out of the SUV before pressing the door closed behind us. He is so close to me now that I can’t help but be enveloped in the scent of him. My breathing picks up at his closeness as I lean my back against the door of the SUV, not wanting to go upstairs and end our night. But maybe I don’t need to end it. Maybe just this once, I can let go of my rules and invite him up.
I walk my fingers up his corded arms and flick my gaze up through my lashes. Fucking hell, I want this man in more ways than one and I know without a doubt that he wants me too. Before I have the chance to invite him inside, he pulls me into him while threading one of his hands in my hair. Firmly he tilts my head back and watches me, his eyes asking for permission that I willingly give by pressing myself deeper into him. Jamesondips his head low, inhaling the perfume that I sprayed on my neck earlier.
“You smell heavenly.” He all but groans before pressing a light kiss near the pulse point behind my ear, his beard is soft as it tickles my neck. I want to run my fingers through it, and I do. Jameson hums his appreciation from my touch and trails his tongue up the column of my neck, nibbling his way to my jaw, toying everywhere but where I want him. My skin heats as I fully give in to his grip on my hair and lean my head back, giving him better access.
I can feel his breath on my skin as his mouth leaves urgent kisses along my jaw. Every spot his lips touch sets my skin on fire, nothing could have prepared me for how delicious this moment feels and my body begs for more.
He licks the seam of my mouth and gently tugs my bottom lip between his teeth. I can’t hold back the moan as he presses into me, opening my mouth for just a moment, he sweeps his tongue between my lips, and my skin flushes as a chill runs down my back. Giving into the urge, I trail my hands up his chest and nip at his lips, before resting my arms around his neck, needing to be closer.
I pull him closer, Jameson kisses me in a way that feels like he is making up for whatever lost time we missed out on. There’s no rushed urgency, just full unobstructed desire, and it sets my body ablaze. Jameson makes me feel like I am the only air he needs to breathe and I want to drown in this sensation.
His grip on my hair grows more intense and I delight in being feasted on by this man. He continues his exploration, stroking his other hand down my curves, he slides it around my back and down to my ass, filling his hands as he grips it. Our breaths mingle in hot bursts as his fingers dig into my tender flesh and hope blooms, wanting to have a bruise in the morning. Hebreaks our connection with quick kisses down my neck and I try my best to slow my breathing down.
He presses his forehead to mine and says, “Let me walk you to the door.” His voice holds a raspy quality to it that says he would much rather bend me over the backseat of his car and God, do I want to let him.
“Mm, yes, please.” I let out a deep breath, looking up into his eyes as he lowers his head, giving me one soft, lingering kiss to end what we so quickly started, before brushing his lips against my forehead. Taking a grounding breath, a lust-filled laugh escapes me as I adjust my dress after being twisted about by Jameson’s explorations.
I know if I invite him in he will say yes. We would grab another drink inside; one drink would turn into two, maybe three, and neither of us have the control over the chemistry we both feel. And I want that, I want all of it. I also know that I refuse to be a one night wonder. I want to be his choice for more than a good time. For him to pick me for who I am, what we could be together. There is something here, and I want to see more of it. Turning my key in the door to unlock it, I spin around to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. I turn back to face him, finding a shit-eating grin on his face; even with my racing heartbeat I’m breathless looking at him.
“Goodnight Jameson, thank you so much for tonight.” He bends down slightly to meet me, even with heels, I’m nowhere near as tall as him.
“Goodnight, Cassidy.” He leans into me and presses his lips to mine, pulling me to him as he grips my hips in a bruising hold, savoring the night within this lasting kiss. I can’t imagine the night being over as we say our goodbyes, and though I know our evening needs to end, I need my fill of him more.
I wrap my arms around his neck, standing on my tiptoes to gain better purchase with his lips. I press my lips harder to hisas his hands coasts around my waist and he holds me close. The lingering taste of plums is still on his tongue from the wine as I deepen the kiss. My core throbs from the feel of his hand running up the side of my thigh before pulling it up higher. His fingers against my bare skin sends tingles right where I want him. Here, in this moment, there is nothing but Jameson, and I breathe his name out in a wanton sigh.
Between quicker kisses he says, “You will have me on my knees woman, if you keep that up.” My panties are liquid lava hearing him utter those words and I loosen another breathy moan. A giggle intermingles with my moan, becausefuck, if I didn’t just picture him on his knees in front of me. He breaks the kiss and leans his head down, pressing his forehead to mine as our heated breaths mingle together in the cool night air. The moon is our only witness to the feverish need we have for one another. He tucks a curl behind my ear before he inclines his head towards my door.
“I’m supposed to ensure you make it inside safely,” he says, his voice is deep and raspy, the sound of desire coating every single word.
“Mm, yes, yes you are. I think I’m plenty safe.” That pulls a chuckle from him and I press my hands to his chest. I give him a chaste kiss before turning the door handle behind me. “Goodnight, Bulldozer,” I say, rubbing my lips together before stepping through the doorway.
“Goodnight, Beautiful,” he all but whispers, glancing down once more. I give him a suggestive smirk before closing the door.
Resting my back against the door, I turn the lock and flick the light switch to turn on a lamp. If anyone were in here with me, they’d see exactly how flushed my skin is, but they’d also see the lazy smile that graces my face.
8
Anders
You can’t still be mad about the handshake?
