Good Enough(37)

As Jameson pulls the car to the front of the hotel, I notice I’m still smiling and no longer nervous. Jameson is the one who looks nervous. Why is he nervous? He unloads the luggage and tells me to wait inside where it’s warm and he’ll be right back after he parks the car. He’s such a gentleman.

When I step in to the hotel with our luggage I immediately notice the restaurant and bar to my left. I look up and see the post and beam ceiling and chandeliers made out of deer antlers. I am up north for sure. I wait near the check in counter for Jameson. It’s not too busy so he can’t miss me. I think most of the people must be shopping down the road at the outlets. I grab a flyer while waiting for Jameson that said there are more than sixty stores, shops and restaurants in the outlet center. I can’t wait to check it out.

“Already planning your shopping excursion?” Jameson asks, from behind me.

“There you are. I thought you got lost in the parking lot for a minute.”

“Sorry. I grabbed a smoke while I was out there.”

“Okay. Ready to check in then?”

“Yep. Let’s go.”





THE SHORT RIDE IN THE ELEVATOR up to the third floor felt like an eternity. I don’t know what came over me but the sexual energy I had building up inside of me had to be released, and fast. I don’t think Jameson noticed. If he did, he didn’t say anything.

The elevator chime and doors opening knocked me out of my daze. We stepped out in to the hall and followed the sign pointing to go right to find our room number 309. The short trip down the hall had us there in seconds. Jameson scanned the key card and opened the door. As I stepped inside I had to laugh when I noticed two queen size beds.

“Are you trying to tell me something here?” I ask, while pointing to the beds.

“What the hell? I didn’t ask for a non-smoking room either.”

“It’s fine. I just think it’s funny, that’s all.”

“Well I’m glad you’re amused then.” He says, with a devilish grin while stalking towards me.

I think he’s caught on to my insurmountable sexual energy. There’s no more time to think. My low self-esteem needs to take the back burner and bare everything. Instinctively we grab on to each other hard and our lips crash. My hands are on either side of his face. His hands are on the back of my head fisting my hair. We’re pressed so tightly to each other, as if we’re afraid to lose the moment if we let go of one another. I immediately open my mouth inviting his tongue to gratify me. I start making small steps back towards one of the beds. Which one I don’t know and I don’t really care. Once the back of my legs hit the mattress I climb up backwards on to it. On my knees I wrap my arms around his neck, never letting go of our kiss. I start to lean back letting him know I want him on top of me now. He follows my lead. I can instantly feel his pleasure hardening through his jeans.

“You’re so beautiful. I want you in the worst way… your taste, your scent, the feel of your bare skin next to mine. I want it all.”

“Jameson… make love to me.”

He doesn’t take his eyes off of mine. With one hand he caresses the side of my face and places a soft kiss to my lips. Then on my jaw, on my neck and on my collar bone. Carefully he lifts up my shirt over my head. I follow suit and do the same to him. We admire each other just for a moment, too desperate to bare ourselves. I want to cover my stomach with my arms but the need to touch him is stronger. He traces his fingers over the lace on my bra. Making sure to graze the peaks of my nipples so they harden to his attention. He places delicate kisses all over my chest and stomach while un-securing the bra clasped behind my back. While gently running my nails up and down his bare back I places kisses along his shoulder and under his jaw line. He slowly pulls the bra straps down my arms and over my breasts, and tosses it aside.

“Exquisite,” he says.

Within seconds his hands and mouth are all over my breasts. Massaging and licking. Rubbing and tasting. Devouring like a wolf having its last meal. Moan after moan escaping my breath as I indulge in the tingling sensation.

“Open your eyes Hillary. I want to see you. I need to know you’re here with me too.”

I was so lost in the enticement I didn’t even realize my eyes were closed. He starts kissing my lower stomach while unbuttoning my jeans. He shuffles them down over my hips and pulls them off throwing them to the side on the floor. I lay there motionless staring at him, watching him unbutton his pants and pull them down. A scene of laundry mass destruction on the floor.

Standing in front of me in all of his naked glory like an Adonis, his muscular shoulders stand strong and wide. His chest beautifully chiseled from his occasional weight lifting he’s mentioned. He shifted down back on to the bed. He trailed kisses down my face, then down my neck and on to my breasts. His fingers dancing over my bare skin. I tremble in his hold. Moisture was pooling between my legs. I was yearning for more. I couldn’t hold back any more. I couldn’t be scared anymore. I couldn’t run anymore. It wasn’t about needing to give myself to him. I wanted to give myself to him. Jameson slid to his knees, grabbed the back of my knees and trekked them over his shoulders. I was fully exposed.