Timing is Everything

Chapter Twelve

                                                    Chapter Twelve

    I wake-up to the warm sun on my face and the amazing safe feeling of Jamison’s arms around me. I never would have thought sleeping on a couch would be this comfortable. I thank Jamison for that.

I stretch my limbs out only to have Jamison pull me back to his chest. He lays a single kiss on my neck. I hold in a moan. He doesn’t need to know how much his little kisses and touches affect me. He would never let it go. I know that for sure.

   

       “Good morning, beautiful,” Jamison says in the sexiest voice I’ve ever heard. He sounds even better in the morning; all raspy from sleep.

    “Good morning, handsome.”

I turn my head to the right so I am facing him. Our eyes meet and the butterflies wake in my stomach. Dammit. He kisses me lightly on the lips. I want more though. I turn my whole body towards him. I straddle him and bring my lips back to his. I let my hands explore him. His silky, soft, thick hair feels amazing beneath my fingers. I continue to touch lower and lower. The muscles in his arms are tight and I can feel his sudden excitement against my thigh. He let’s out a sexy groan when my tongue touches his bottom lip. His hands travel down my stomach to my waist, leaving me wanting him to continue going down. The feel of his mouth on mine makes me want more and more. I moan as he kisses down my neck to my chest.

He ends the kiss to my disappointment.

I look into Jamison's eyes. His  bright blue orbs stare into what feels like my soul. The feeling goes straight through me, bringing back that heart-in-my-stomach feeling that is hard to put into words. I can see the passion and sexual hunger in his eyes. I feel it too.

   "Is everything okay, Jamison? Did I do something wrong?" the self-conscious side of me asks cautiously. I can feel my cheeks heating up from the embarrassment that I feel. My self-esteem continues to go down, not making me feel any better. Dammit. Why does Jamison make me so nervous? Why does he have to be so bloody gorgeously handsome and sexy?

Jamison takes my hands into his. He kisses my palm, leaving tingles running up my arm and throughout my whole entire body.

   "You're perfect. I just--You make me--I didn't want to rush into anything just yet."

   "Are you sure? You can tell me the truth. I can take it," I say secretly hoping he doesn't tell me what I already know. I don't think I could hear that at this moment in my life. You're not good enough for him, Lorelei. Stop think that you are!  I close my eyes and ignore the negative voice in my head.

   "If you must know, you do a lot more to me than I think you're aware of. You really turn me on, Lorelei. I just didn't want to make you uncomfortable or rush into anything."

I smile. My insides feel like mush from the sweetness in Jamison’s words and actions. Gosh, he keeps getting better and better. How is that even possible?!

I give him a peck on the lips. "You're something special, Jamison," I tell him honestly.