Page 52 of The Champion
Tangled together on the floor, our bodies reacted to oneanother and continued where we left off.
“Should we at least make it to another part of thehouse?” I whispered.
“I’m partial to the entryway now.” She whispered back.“But we should clean your leg up first.”
I glanced down at the bloody mess. Now I saw how this allresembled a horror movie. We even had the puddle of blood.
“There’s time for that later, honey.” I smiled kissingher lips. “Right now is all about me and you.”
8.Blend Line – Sway
Blend Line – Thereis a line painted on the track near the apron and extending from the pit roadexit into the first turn. When leaving the pits, a driver must stay below it tosafely “blend” back into traffic.
We were finally in the bedroom. The windows and doorswere open as the moist humid air surrounded us, dampening our burning skin.
The hurricane was losing strength outside but the powerwas still out and the palm trees swayed in the steering winds while debriscontinued to hit the sides of the house.
It was slightly arduous to define the moment we were inbut it was just us on an island, alone.
Well, the Rain Man could be out there somewhere but rightthen, it was just the Mama Wizard and the Dirty Heathen.
His right hand swept across my sodden upper thigh,hitching it further up his hip and then rolled us over so I was on top of him.I looked down at him, his gaze was intense and I couldn’t take it anymore. Ileaned forward and captured his lips with mine, molding us together.
Do you ever think about what each kissshouldfeellike? Are they all epic fairytale kisses? Should they be?
I can only say what they feel like with my dirty heathen.When his lips touched mine, everysingletime they touched mine, I feltit everywhere. I felt it from my toes to the tip of my nose. My heart wouldbeat faster, my stomach fluttered with butterflies as though I was falling inlove all over again. It was so consuming, so intense that I never wanted tocome up for air. I would get lost in the moment and give myself to him entirelywith each kiss.
Twenty years from now that might be different but fornow, I was going to enjoy my butterflies and tingling.
With the storm surging once again, pelting the windowsand doors with rain, my mind drifted back to our time in Savannah when ourrelationship really took a twist.
This was different.
Back then, I didn’t know what I was to Jameson. Now, Ihad no doubt in my mind that he loved me and wanted all of me, even the crazyirrational side that had no sympathy for his shark scratch or his geographysense.
“You are so beautiful...”Jameson murmured against my lips.
For so long Jameson held so much of himself back, afraidof letting anyone, including me, see the real him. But the thing he neverrealized was that was all I ever saw.
I never saw him as Jimi Riley’s son. I never saw thefamous Jameson—the Jameson that could rarely go anywhere without being hunteddown by pit lizards or garage groupies. I always saw the eleven-year old shit headthat knew what he wanted. I saw the confident steadfast man that he became.
Now that we were married, he seemed different. Heappeared to have let go of the barrier he’d put up around himself and let melove him for who he was knowing that I would never break his heart.
He showed me passion I’d never dreamed of with everytouch and every kiss. He let me love him in all the ways I already did.
Even so, it was easy to see the change that occurred inhim. He was baring his soul, his heart to his wife.
Jameson also knew me. He knew what each moan meant. Heknew that when I bit down on my lower lip, I was relishing in everything he wasgiving me. He also knew what it felt like to have my hands caressing his body,as I knew what his felt like. We knew everything there was to know about eachother.
Jameson and I were good at the dirty talking and pressforging but this time; it wasn’t even close to that.
This time, it was slow. Every movement was like slowmotion. Our breathing was low—but ragged. Our movements were dawdling—butpassionate. Our kisses were deep—but tender.
“Look at me, honey.” He whispered and moved so he washovering over me again. His left hand was behind the nap of my neck, his rightresting against my thigh he wrapped around his waist and then he began to move.Never breaking his steely gaze from mine, my lips moved from his to kiss hisshoulders, memorizing how the muscles felt against the sensitive skin of mylips. His warm breath washed over me, overriding any coherent thought I may havehad.
It didn’t take long before our desire gave way and ourmovements were driven. Jameson’s hand was still wrapped around the back of myneck, his fingers digging into my skin. His right hand was on my hip, securingme to him as his movements sped. Our tattered breathing filled the air and whenwe finally let go, it was just as intense as it had always been, maybe more.
Our foreheads rested against each other, I listened tohis heartbeat slow.
