Page 41 of Mixed Connection
“Mm. Come with me, Baby.” He gyrates his hips, driving circles into me before he leans down. He gives me a kiss, swirling his tongue into my mouth as he ravishes me.
Thrusting one final time, my back arches into him as he roars his release and I writhe beneath him in a silent scream. If I had neighbors, they would all be awake now.
He leans over me, pressing his weight into me and it feels incredible. That wasn’t just sex, that was making love, and I want to tell him exactly how I feel at this moment, but I can’t. I can’t even think of speaking, my body and mind too exhausted.
Standing to his full height, he pulls me with him. He grabs my ass in his hands and pulls me up onto his waist and my eyes widen, not having realized he could lift me.Holy fuck.I wrap my hands around the back of his neck and he tosses me up against him for a better hold. I suck in a gasp at the feel of his dick slapping against me from beneath, still hard and ready.
A smile plays on his face as he takes in my surprise. “I’m going to have to wear these for round two.” His words don’t compute and I blink a few times before I respond.
“Round two. Wasn’t that round two?” I pant. “Wait—Wear what?”
“Your slippers,” he says, before kissing me quickly and I look down at his feet, seeing he just made love to me in my damn bunny slippers. “They’ve got good traction.”
I can’t stop the laugh before he tosses me on my bed, a mischievous grin on his face as he climbs in after me.
17
Hey Bulldozer, what are you up to right now?
Bulldozer
I’m actually at Sweet Bean.
That’s right up the street from me.
Maybe I’ll come share a coffee with you…
Bulldozer
Turn that maybe into a yes, Babygirl.
A smile graces my lips and I grab my woven tote bag and slide my feet into a pair of strappy sandals to share a coffee with Jameson. I walk down the street with an almost imperceptible pep in my step, knowing he’s so close makes me happier than it probably should.
Pulling the handle of the door, the fragrant scent of buttery pastries and the strong bitter aroma of coffee wafts into my face. I groan at the delicious smell and set my gaze on the man sitting in a corner booth, my desire for him matches my greed for my favorite coffee. I don’t think he has seen me yet as he hasn’t made any move to get up.
Going to the front counter I order my favorite: cafe con leche and a honey glazed croissant. The barista at the counter hands me a ticket and lets me know they’ll bring it over to the table once it’s ready. Thanking her, I make my way to Jameson.
He is looking down at his computer, focused on whatever he’s working on. As soon as I get close to the table, his eyes snap up and he attempts to stand, always the gentleman. I place my hand on his shoulder and squeeze, bumping my hip into his arm. “Let me scoot in next to you.”
He moves over on the bench and places his warm palm on my thigh as soon as I’m settled. “It’s good to see you, beautiful.”
“You too. What are you working on?” I ask him, purposely invading his space as I take a look at his laptop. I would crawl into his lap if the older woman next to us wouldn’t give me the eye. Different backyards are on the screen, a design mood board looks to be in the corner, and he has maybe twenty tabs open on his browser.
He moves his hand from my thigh and wraps it around the small of my back, squeezing my side gently as he allows me to click on his open browser tabs. Somehow this feels incredibly intimate and I catch myself smiling. One tab has architectural design software loaded, the next, an article on said software’s pros and cons, the others are mainly different features of backyards and different layouts.
“I’m gathering inspiration for the backyard of my second property,” he says and I dip my head to the side as I look over what he has so far. “This home is hopefully going to have a youngfamily in it. The inside is going to be pretty simple and I want the backyard to be a fun space they can enjoy with one another.” I watch his face light up as he talks about the family he has created in his head that equally matches his vision for this home he is working on.
“You really love this,” I say, more of an observation than a question.
“I’ve always loved the design of buildings and the inner workings to make them practical, yet also beautiful. I blame it on the building blocks I used to play with when I was a kid. I also enjoy digging into my imagination and creating something for a family or person to thrive in.”
When he clicks on the mood board it expands and I realize, “mood board” is an understatement. It has a three-dimensional layout of the house and backyard, with the landscaping mapped out in multiple ways. “I haven’t really decided how I want it. Design is frustrating as hell, but it’s also one of my favorite aspects of the construction process.”
“Number seventeen? Seventeen.” I hear a voice moving away and I look down at my ticket and wave my hand at the server. Placing my large cafe con leche and pastry in front of me, they walk back to the kitchen area and I sip my heaven-in-a-cup, unable to hold back the soft sigh.
“Let me get a taste, Babygirl,” Jameson requests, and I hand him my cup. Except when he grabs it, he leans into me. The hand he has wrapped around my waist pulls me in close and he presses a firm, yet gentle kiss on my lips. He softly drags my lower lip into his mouth, tasting the sweet coffee from my tongue. Warmth pours through me as he presses his lips against mine once more, his words a grizzly whisper, “I think I’ll have one more taste.” He brings the white cup to his mouth and takes a sip. His every move has my attention after he kissed me into utter silence. “It’s damn good but the first taste was better.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” I try to smirk at him but I’m too stunned by my want for him. “You’re real smooth, Bulldozer.”
