Page 162 of Trading Paint
“He’s doing it all wrong.” Jameson sighed rolling his eyes. “Jesus man, save some of your fucking dignity.”
I wanted to ask him how often he’d done that to know that this guy was doing it all wrong but I didn’t. I felt my entire body burst into flames when my perverted brain imagined Jameson doingthat, to me.
“He clearly has no idea how to properlydebura crankcase.”
“I can’t believe we’re watching this.”
“It’s like live porn.” He pulled back from the window to look at me with an accusing smirk. “Is this what you do all day? You naughty girl you,”
“No, this is the first time I’ve watched this.”
“Yeah,” he shook his head. “sureit is.”
When the girl arched her back into him, I thought maybe this was too much. “We shouldn’t be watching this.”
“We can’t stop now. That’s like not finishing a race, it’s not an option.”
When they finally finished, Jameson fell back against the floor and slowly turned his head to me and winked.
“Did that turn you on pervert?” I giggled at his flushed appearance. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t turned on. Itwaslike watching live porn.
To my utter surprise, he laughed.
“I’ll admit, I was, but here’s the thing, Sway,” He motioned with two fingers for me to lean in closer, so I did. Then he whispered in my ear, low and seductively. “I would pay money to watch you come apart like that.”
I think I let out a noise that was near a squeak but closer to a snort, either way, it sounded like something a baby pig would make and not at all sexy.
Was I trying to be sexy?
Jameson chuckled and fell back against the floor again, his rusty hair standing out against the black rug.
Looking down at him propped up on one of his elbows, my breath caught in my throat, thankfully, I didn’t choke this time. The desire and want was obvious in both our eyes as he looked up at me.
Without thinking, I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his.
Jameson’s response was hesitant but he moved his lips against mine alluring, soft and patient.
I pulled back immediately thinking I’d made a mistake but he surprised me when he crashed his lips back to mine with a sudden urgency and need. The kiss was explosive but remained soft. I moved my hands up his chest to the back of his neck pulling him closer. He pushed his body closer in return, a muffled groan escaped him and he rolled us both over so he was on top of me.
I moaned as his hips moved against mine and for a moment, we were lost until he froze.
“Shit, I’m sorry.” His voice marred by his heavy breathing as his eyes fell closed and he sighed. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
“It’s okay.” I was panting just as hard. “We always seem to end up this way at some point.”
“Does it bother you?” He whispered moving to sit up on the floor, his back rested against the foot of my bed. I watched as he not so discretely adjusted himself.
“No, it doesn’t bother me at all.”
He nodded before he stood reaching for my hand.
“Let’s go watch a movie before I do something stupid.” His eyes raked over my body before he sighed shaking his head. “You are too beautiful for your own good.”
I felt my cheeks flush as I let out a nervous giggle-snort. I was becoming good at these embarrassing noises.
“Why do you say things likethatto me?”
“Because it’s true,” He told me without hesitation. “You are very beautiful and incredibly sexy. You should know that.”
