The Game (12 page)

He pulled her closer and she could feel every hard curve of his body.  He was so big compared to her, and so much bigger than her ex.  His arms locked around her back as he pulled her close.  He moved his lips down the side of her nec
k, immediately finding that spot that makes her knees weak.  How did he just know where it was?

He felt warm under the sensitive skin of her hands, not that every part o
f her wasn’t completely sensitized.  His hands had travelled up her skirt and he was skimming the edge of her underwear along her backside, before putting pressure on the back of her thighs, urging her to part her legs for him.  She let him lift her up, sliding her legs along his sides, giving him further access to her body.  She felt his stiffness press on her core and felt a strong wave of heat shooting out in all directions along her body. 

There was no issue about her being ready, she was ready.  She wasn’t sure she had ever wanted sex as badly as she did right now.  She wanted more, but he pulled back.  Her legs came down to the ground as he stepped back.

“Do you want a drink?”

“No,
” she said.  He smiled, but she couldn’t quite see his eyes in the dark.

“Is something wrong?” she asked, wondering why they’d stopped, why he’d pulled back.  Maybe he was changing his mind, coming to his senses.  Maybe he
realized this had been a mistake.

“No,” he said.  “Just don’t want to rush.”  He stepped forward again and placed his hand on the side of her cheek and neck.  “Don’t want this to be over too quick
ly.”

“Oh,” Jane said. 
She felt the heat from his hand.  She wasn’t entirely convinced about this slowing down business, she wanted more right now.  His hand travelled down and grabbed her hand and he pulled her gently along in toward the room.  She let him pull her along trying to calm her breathing, safe in the understanding that he wasn’t about to show her the door.

He pulled her in front of the bed.  She wanted to be on the bed, with him on top of her, but he was taking his t
ime.  He started to unbutton her dress, teasing her heated skin with the slight touches of his fingertips.  Jane tried to remain calm as he continued.  When he got down her dress, he ran his hand along the skin of her waist and she wanted to melt into him.  Actually, she wanted to feel his skin, so she mirrored the same treatment.

His breathing was deep and
steady; she could listen to it all night.  There was something inordinately sexy about just listening to his breathing.  She got her reward as she’d unbuttoned his shirt and it parted to reveal his torso.  Strong and firm with a slight dusting of hair.  His skin was smooth and warm, covering well developed muscles.  He was even more beautiful with his shirt off.  She’d seen it before, the other day when he went for a run, but it was something else entirely seeing it up close and available for touching and kissing.

She kissed him on his
shoulder, revelling in the feel of his body skimming hers.  Maybe there was something to this whole slowing down idea.  She wouldn’t have experienced this if they had just gotten down to it like she wanted.  Anticipation sat heavily in her core, building into a dull ache. 

She continued her undressing process and undid his belt.  The soft leather felt tactile to her fingers and the discreet buckle was cold steel.
  Her fingers skimmed the taunt surface of his lower abdomen, sending further thrills along her vulnerable nerve endings.  She let her hand skim around the loosening waist band and down the firm curve of his backside.  Jane almost groaned with frustration.

Somehow in her distraction, he’d slid her dress off her shoulders and he was playing with the strap of her bra, running his fingers along the edge of it before pulling it over her shoulders.  Her breath felt heavy waiting to be touched as
her breasts were being revealed like a gift.  He skimmed along the bottom edge of her bra until he found the little clasp in the front that held it together.  She felt the release of it as it fell away.  The slow smile on his lips made her stomach absolutely flip.

Something shifted in him and he lifted her to him.  The feeling of skin to skin was divine and she sighed with the overwhelming sensation.
  On some level, it felt like she was coming home.  He laid her down on the bed and waited for the feel of him coming down on her.  Again he made her wait.  He ran his hands down her front over her breast then continuing down her waist, before leaning down and claiming one of her nipples.   Jane felt the warm merciless teasing of the sensitive bud all the way down her belly.  She was powerless to it, wanting to escape and to intensify it at the same time.

His hands were running along her side, wrapping around to the back of
her thighs as she parted and gave him better access.  She wanted him inside her.  She saw his broad shoulders when she looked down as he treated her other nipple to the same ruthless teasing.  Heat had pooled in her core and all she could do was wait.

Finally he joined her, she could feel his tip at her entrance and she moved her hips trying to get him further inside.  He paused for a moment and she gritted her teeth in frustration.  He did like to draw it out.  She was on the absolute last of her control
.  He started pushing inside and she just let the sensations flood her, the feeling of fullness as he pushed deeper inside her.  She had never really gloried at how wonderful a thing this was before, and this teasing was completely undoing her. 

He exhaled and his hips joined hers, seemingly glorying in the sensation.  Jane urged him to move, to do something about this almost painful tension that held her captive.  He pulled back and pushed into her and it was too much to bear.  She knew her body was ready for release already and she tried to slow it down, but it was over taking her.  Long strokes kept the waves coming relentlessly, until he started speeding up, pushing into her with more intensity.  She felt tension building again, until the point where he ground hard into her, sending her over the edge for a second time.

He collapsed on her, breathing heavily, then rolled off her onto his back.  Jane also struggled to get control of her breath, she felt like there wasn’t enough oxygen in the world for her needs at that moment.  That was by far the most intense orgasm she’d ever had.  Her body felt almost boneless, she couldn’t move even if she wanted to.  She was completely devoid of tension or any other niggles in her body, and sleep was claiming her.  She couldn’t help it; the release, the alcohol and the lack of sleep were now taking their toll with a vengeance.  She drifted off in a state of perfect bliss.

The sun was bright when she woke up the next morning.  It took her a few seconds to realize that she wasn’t alone, and even longer to realize that even though this looked just like her room, it wasn’t.  Her eyes shot over to the sleeping form next to her.  His face was toward the wall on the other side of the room.  A sheet was covering his lower half leaving the top for her leisurely perusal.  He looked even better in daylight.  His broad chest rising gently as he slept.  She couldn’t believe that she had spent the night with him.  She desperately wanted to lift the sheet and look at the rest of him, but she didn’t dare.

He twitched a bit,
then slowly started to move.  He was waking up.  His head came around and he opened his eyes to look at her.  He smiled and rolled on his side, and Jane sighed a deep relief.  She didn’t know what she’d do if she’d seen a look of horror on his face.  But there was no look of horror; in fact he was looking over her half naked body.

“
It seems we became much better acquainted last night,” he said with a playful smile as he rolled onto his side facing her.

“It appears so,” she said and tucked her hands under her head.

“And even now, you have left me in quite a state.”

“Is that so?”

“I’m not sure I can get out of bed in this state,” he said teasingly.

“That must be terrible for you,” she responded with mock sympathy.  He was apparently taking none of her faux sympathy and grabbed her, pulling her to him.

“Now let’s see what we can do about this sorry state.” He pulled her into a kiss, rolling her on top of him.  She could feel that he was right, he was completely hard and she teased him slightly with a roll of her hips, making him groan.  Her own heat flared immediately to life, and she relished the feeling of control she had.  She leaned down and kissed the skin on his chest, giving him the same treatment he’d given her the previous night.  She kept going until he was completely at the mercy to her touches. 

She could not keep it up, so she sat up and lowered herself down on him, le
tting him fill her again in the glorious way she hadn’t quite experienced before with her previous partners.  There hadn’t been very many, but she’d always been fraught with self-consciousness and nervousness.  For some reason, she didn’t feel it now. He was watching her as she moved on him, and she felt beautiful as he tensed under her ministrations, eventually arching up into his release.  Her own followed in quick succession; she wasn’t sure whether it was the friction to her over-sensitized insides or the innate sexiness of watching him find his release that did it, probably a combination of all.

Jane lay down in the bed and he got out of bed and headed to the bathroom where she heard the unmistakable sound of the shower coming on.  She pulled the sheet over her and wondered what she should do.  Maybe she should dress.

“Can you order some breakfast,” he said from the bathroom.  “I’m famished.”

“Sure,” she said.  She guessed that meant she was staying for a little longer. 
She called room service and lay back in bed while she listened to him step into the shower.  She needed a shower herself, but she wanted to get back to her own room for that, where she had a fresh change of clothes and fresh underwear.  His teasing last night had meant that her underwear were anything but fresh and she wasn’t going to put them on.  She had to put something on as room service was being delivered.

She pulled on her dress and tucked her underwear into one of the pockets.  She took a seat at one of the two chairs around the small table and waited.  It only took a few minutes before room service came and Damon was just finishing shaving.  She let the man in with the trolley and let him set the meal up on the small table before retreating.

“What did you get me?” he asked as he entered the room.  He was dressed. 

“An English breakfast.”

“Excellent.  Just what I need.”  He sat down and started eating while Jane tucked into her scrambled eggs on toast.  She started feeling more and more awkward.  She hadn’t had a lot of these mornings after and she couldn’t help but feel awkward.

“I have to see the boys off, they’re flying back shortly,” he said and Jane nodded.

“Are you going into the office?”

“For a bit, you should go do something.   Take your phone with you in case we need to respond to additional requests for information.”

“Will they have time to go through it in such detail?”

“No, they’ll just do a check to ensure we have covered the main information they want, and they will let us know if anything is missing in accordance with their expectations.  We did a pretty thorough job, but you never know.”

He finished quickly, then got up and grabbed his suit jacket.   “I’ll give you a call later this afternoon.  We should go to dinner.”

“Sure,” she said, not quite knowing what to do.  Should she be gettin
g up, giving him a kiss goodbye?  She didn’t get a chance to; he gave her a wink and then left.  A wink, she wasn’t sure what a wink meant, but they were having dinner that evening. 

She let herself out of his room and walked toward the elevator.  She felt naughty, walking back to her room from a man’s, in her dress from the previous evening and no underwear on.  She would skip seeing the boys
off; she certainly wasn’t going to go down to the lobby looking like this.  Luckily she didn’t wear a lot of makeup, so it wouldn’t hopefully be smeared all over her face.  She reminded herself to thank Angelica for insisting they have an eye lash tint done one lunch time.  She’d never seen the point, but now, sneaking back after a night of debauchery, it had its uses.

She prayed to the universe that no one she knew would be in the elevator and her luck held.  She went back to her room completely unobserved.  She didn’t know what she would have said if
someone had seen her.  There would be no explanation that would convince them of anything other than her spending the night with Damon.

She hopped in the shower and
lathered herself clean, then padded out to her room in the fluffy hotel bathrobe.   She had a whole day in front of her with nothing planned.  She didn’t know what to do with herself.

After taking in the headlines, she dressed and went downstairs to get a taxi.  She was dropped off on Orchard Road, which seemed to have more shopping that she’d ever need.  She walked thr
ough the stores and just observed the life around her.  The clothes shopping had one big drawback.  The clothes were generally suited to the local women, who tended to be shorter in stature.  None of the pants fit, but there were always shirts.

In the end, she ended up sitting in a café having lunch while watching people walk past.  Her mother would absolutely love it here, being more of a shopper than Jane had ever aspired to
be.  Maybe they should come back here together for a holiday sometime.