“Oh,” I whispered and swallowed hard. I hadn’t been prepared for him to say such things.
“I need you, Jenna. If I don’t have you, I feel as though I am going to explode.” He said in a dark sexy tone.
Just the way he spoke turned me on. He could have been reading the phone book but that sexy voice would have awakened me. I pushed forward into his personal space and whispered, “Well we wouldn’t want that now would we?”
I flashed him a sly mischievous grin and he growled before forcing us to briskly walk again towards the car. Jamieson opened the door of his sleek black Aston Martin for me and I ducked inside the car.
When Jamieson pulled the car out of the parking lot I could tell he was on edge from the way he was speeding. He jammed the shifter like a crazy man as he flew through the streets of downtown Huntsville. He was almost scaring me with the way he was driving but it excited me watching the precision and control he exhibited.
When we pulled onto the highway I relaxed a bit glad to be on the open road and not the slow side streets. Jamieson must have been relieved too because the minute we got on the highway he reached over placing his hand on my bare thigh. I gasped from the touch of his cold hand on my warm leg.
He glanced at me and when our eyes met all I saw was hunger. I had seen Jamieson in the throes of lust before but this was more, so much more. His eyes lingered on mine for a half a second longer before he turned his head and began watching the road again. His hand remained on my thigh and it was slowly making its way up and underneath the tight black leather skirt I was wearing.
“Jamieson…” I was going to protest what I knew was coming. Not that I really wanted him to stop but it was mostly for safety reasons that I hesitated.
“Do you trust me?” he asked looking over at me once again with a cocked eyebrow and sly grin.
“You know I do.” I said breathlessly due to the fact his hand was already at the apex of my thighs.
He let a low growl out before plunging two fingers deep inside me. I gasped at his intrusion but immediately began to move my hips to meet his touch.
“I knew you weren’t wearing panties, baby. It was driving me insane seeing you in that tight damn skirt. I was counting down the minutes until I could get you alone,” he told me while focusing on the road and using his free hand to massage my slick folds.
I couldn’t say anything in return I was too busy enjoying my own personal brand of Jamieson Wellington attention.
I was climbing higher and higher and was just about to come apart when Jamieson quickly removed his hand to shift the car to make the exit to his house. I whined at the immediate loss.
He chuckled beside me. “We will be home in a minute needy, girl.”
His teasing struck a nerve with me and decided two could play that game so I reached over the center console and undid the top button of his jeans and snuck my hand inside. I knew he would be hard as a rock and he did not disappoint. I grabbed a hold of his stiff cock and began stroking him ever so slowly.
“You are playing with fire,” he hissed while still driving like a man possessed.
“That’s kind of the point.” I whispered in his ear and began increasing the speed in which I was stroking him.
We flew down his private drive and Jamieson whipped the tight black sports car into the garage.
I continued to keep my hand deep inside his pants after he turned off the car. Jamieson watched as my hand moved under his jeans for a moment before pulling it away. I was going to protest but then he shifted his seat back as far as it would go.
“Come over here, Jenna.” He demanded while yanking his jeans down.
I carefully climbed over the console, pulling my skirt around my waist until I was straddling him. I was just about to push down on top of him when I remembered our lack of protection.
“Condom?” I asked quickly.
“Glove box,” he hissed.
I grabbed a foil package and madly rolled it onto Jamieson’s thick length. The minute it was in place I rose up on my knees and sank deep down on top of his engorged length, impaling myself. I let out a gasp as I adjusted to his thickness.
It took me a half a second to get my bearings before I rose up again and slowly slid back down on top of him. Jamieson pushed up to meet me encouraging me on. He tore at my top and ripped it off my arms. He tore my bra off like a crazy man giving him perfect access to my ripe nipples. He leaned forward pulling one into his mouth. The sensation was overwhelming and I felt like I might lose it any second.
I was right on the edge of coming and Jamieson slid back against his seat slowing my release. He pushed lightly on my chest so I was back against the steering wheel of the car.
“Lean back baby and hold on to the wheel.” He growled through hooded eyes.
As soon as I did what he requested, he lifted his hips slamming deep into me. I screamed out in shock as I was forced backwards.
“Tight, Jenna. Hold on tight,” he said quickly and then slammed back into me.
I was prepared this time and he growled in appreciation. He pulled back and did it several more times before I screamed out his name in pure ecstasy. Jamieson followed right behind collapsing down onto the seat when he was done. I draped myself over his body and snuggled into his chest. He pulled me tightly to him and began to softly run his hands through my straight blonde hair.
“I love you Jamieson.” I didn’t think before I said it. It just slipped out of my mouth, but I didn’t regret it in that instance. It was time he knew how I felt.
Jamieson didn’t respond only pulled me tighter to him and kissed my forehead.
As I laid there on top of him wondering if I had told him those words too soon I felt the slight shift in him. I don’t really know how to describe it except to say he acted distracted all of a sudden.
“Should we go inside?” I offered hoping to change the mood again.
“I…uh…no. I will take you home. I have some work I need to do tonight.” He gently helped me off of him.
I couldn't help but feel jilted so I quietly started putting my clothes back on. Jamieson grabbed his jeans from the floor of the car and pulled them on. He started the car and slammed it into reverse. I didn’t even have my seatbelt on yet.
I wanted to ask him what was wrong but I was too scared. Part of me really didn’t want to know what was wrong. He was making me mad with his hot and cold personality all of a sudden.
I remained quiet the entire drive to my apartment. He didn’t say a word; instead he just turned the radio onto some angry alternative station.
When we got to my apartment he stopped the car next to the sidewalk not even pulling into one of the empty spaces. It was clear he was just dropping me off. I threw open my door angrily not saying a word to him. I grabbed my purse from the floor in front of me and was just out the door when his large hand locked onto mine halting me.
“I’m…” He started and stopped suddenly. I watched his face change. In that moment he was different now, he was changed, and he was darker. “I’m going to be very busy this next week.”
I didn’t fully understand what he was getting at. Was he trying to say he didn’t want to spend Valentine’s Day together? I had to ask him.
“Valentine’s Day?” It wasn’t really a full question but he got my drift.
“Yes, of course.” He rubbed his hands through his hair. “I will talk to you soon, okay?”
I didn’t get what was happening at all but he had hurt me and I needed time to process what had just happened before I reacted.
“Alright,” I said standing and slamming the door behind me.
Jamieson didn’t wait for me to get to my door before he revved the engine and took off. When I reached my door I struggled with my keys for a minute before I angrily threw them down exasperated. I let my back fall against my door and slowly fell to the ground crying. My heart ached in my chest. What was happening between us? Was I losing him?