Crazy, Sexy, Beautiful Love

Fixing my mascara, I apply just a little more lip gloss and pout my lips in the mirror. Perfect! In about fifteen minutes, Jamie should be arriving. It will be the first time I have seen or heard from him in just under a week. The feeling of butterflies swarm around, deep in my stomach, with the thought of seeing him again. I am sure they are a mix of nerves and excitement. The last time I heard his voice it sounded heated and angry, but there was something very sexy about the vindication in his tone. Whilst pouring us both a cold drink to take back to the beauty spa, I flinch at the sound of Jamie’s Harley pulling up outside. Oh god, he is early and I am not quite ready for him. My heart begins to race as anxiety steadily takes a grip on me. Peeking out of the window, I watch him. His movements are slow, controlled, as he takes off his helmet and wipes the sweat from his brow. He is scanning the outside of the beauty spa, obviously in anticipation of some kind of welcome. Sliding his brown leather jacket off his wide shoulders, he drapes it over the seat of his bike before jerking his black backpack out of one of his saddle bags, which hangs from the side of his bike. Coolly, he leans back against the soft seat and waits for me. If he wants me, he is going to have to come and get me. Staying put, I keep my eyes locked on him, assessing him as I graze the length of his body. He is wearing a white cotton long sleeve business shirt and similar light grey pants to what he was wearing on the plane when I first saw him. His face looks hard and rugged, but he oozes untamed natural beauty. Suddenly snatching his backpack from his bike, he makes his way up the stairs to the beauty spa. Feeling uneasy, I rub my arms as goosebumps rise over my skin. Shit! The cool, impassive vision of him has disappeared. Now he looks angry. There is a loud bang on the spa’s door, followed by another, and another. ‘Gabriella! Gabriella!’ he shouts. There is silence for a minute or so. He has gone inside the spa looking for me. Moments later, the loud thud of his shoes stomping up my cottage stairs has me retreating back against the sandstone wall opposite the door. He is headed into the safety of my home. Instinctively, I shield my heart with my outstretched hands then freeze with anticipation of the unknown. ‘Gabriella,’ he calls as he bangs on the door. The doorknob swiftly turns, and there he is, standing in my doorway. His eyes sear into mine with a wild stare. He is fucking mad, so fucking mad, but he looks breathtakingly beautiful. Gazing up at him, I am unable to move, and an unnerving silence fills the room. He kicks the door shut with the heel of his shoe and throws his bag on to the lounge room floor. Within three heated strides, he is in front of me. There is urgency in his touch as he nudges me up against the sandstone wall. The weight of his body hungrily presses up against mine. My hands slide from my chest and he captures them with his. Entwining his fingers with mine, he pins my hands up above my head and holds my gaze for a moment, then he exhales with a sigh of relief before unleashing his fury on my mouth. His warm lips mould with mine as he kisses me hard, deep, passionately, relentlessly. Closing my eyes, I let myself go. I let all the nervousness, anger, uneasiness drift away, and let myself melt into him. His tongue caresses against my tongue, his breath ragged as it mixes with mine, and I surrender to him. My mind, body, and soul become his. After a short while, he reluctantly pulls away. His eyes drift over mine. A mix of want and fury blazes within his. ‘Fuck, Gabriella, what the hell are you doing to me? Do you know what kind of week I have had? It’s been hell. Now where’s your bedroom? I have hunted and gathered, now I’m going to live up to my promise and devour you.’ He still looks angry, almost wild, but I feel safe. I have no doubt that he is not going to hurt me. Placing his hands around the crest of my bottom and my thighs, he picks me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. Swiftly, he carries me to my bedroom. Once in my room, he slides me down the front of his body until my feet are planted on the floorboards below. Then he takes both of my hands in his and he studies my eyes. ‘Gabriella, I need you to say yes.’ ‘Yes to what, Jamie?’ I whisper, slightly confused by his statement. ‘I need you to tell me you are my friend. How can you ever be my lover or girlfriend if you won’t even be my friend?’ Automatically, breathlessly, the word yes flows from my lips. Instantly, relief fills his eyes. His expression softens as he begins caressing my face with the back of his hand, tenuously stroking down my cheek, past my ear until his fingertips slightly graze my neck with his slow, sensual touch. ‘Gabby, I have met a lot of women, but never in my life have I met a woman as captivating as you. I want you, all of you, and I have to know you want me too.’ ‘I want you too.’ I feel weak, almost vague, like I am in a dream. In a dream that is about to come true, and inadvertently, I lick my lips. ‘Are you hungry?’ he asks, as he watches my tongue glide over my lips. ‘Only for you, Jamie.’ A shy smirk crosses my face. ‘I am starving, and I want to taste every inch of you. Do you have any appointments this afternoon?’ ‘No,’ I whisper. ‘Good.’ He smiles down at me. ‘Now, I’m going to slowly take off this dress, and I am going to touch every inch of you.’ Tracing his index finger along the neckline of my work uniform, his eyes stay on mine. ‘Now the dress, Gabby. I would like to remove it. Is that okay?’