Sweet Obsession: Windy City Kink, Book 1 by Kelly Jamieson Page A

“Wrap your hands around this.”
    Another flash of memory. Had he said those exact words to her before? Because the image that came to mind was her wrapping her hands around…him. She almost hyperventilated, trying to catch her breath from that thought.
    She took the mug and did as he suggested, because it was so nice and warm against her chilled skin. She sipped the coffee, once more rich and dark but smooth with the bit of cream she liked.
    “You look like you’re warming up,” he said as he sat beside her. Not too close. Not close enough. “So do you have what you need to get started?”
    “I think so.” Her creativity had been sparked and ideas floated around in her head, visuals of what she could build out there. “I just wish I knew more about what you want.”
    He shrugged, leaned back and crossed one ankle over the other knee. “I think you know enough.”
    Once again she felt baffled at what was going on. He’d handed her a check for a huge amount of money and basically given her carte blanche to do whatever she wanted out there. And he was undeniably flirting with her. “Jack.” She wasn’t sure how to put what she wanted to ask. “Are you really just looking for landscaping design?”

Chapter Seven
    Jack regarded Sasha while he thought about how to answer that question. Holy hell, she was so sweet and beautiful, wrapped up in that blanket, staring at him with those big blue eyes. Her hair was still up in that God-awful ponytail he’d done. Without thinking much, he rose off the couch and headed to his bedroom, where he retrieved a hairbrush from the bathroom.
    Back in the living room, he sat down again beside her, closer this time, one foot under him, the other on the floor. “Turn a little,” he murmured, nudging her shoulder and hip.
    She eyed the brush in his hand. “I can do it.”
    “Let me do it for you.” He kept his voice gentle but firm.
    With a questioning look over her shoulder, she shifted to give him her back, and he carefully removed the rubber band from her hair, trying not to pull. Even so, a few snarls made her twitch. “Sorry.” He worked at it a little more. “There,” he said when it was out. He started brushing, working through the tangles strand by strand.
    He inhaled that scent of her hair, the warm vanilla and coconut perfume now mingled with fresh air. Close enough to feel her body relax and soften, he heard her soft sigh of pleasure and wished he could see her face. Then, hair free of tangles, he continued to stroke the brush through the silky strands, letting his hand smooth over it too. So soft. And with every gentle tug she became limp and pliant, leaning back into him.
    His fingers wandered from her hair to the soft skin of her neck, then around to her throat. With his fingertips, he eased her chin up so her head fell back onto his shoulder. He dropped the brush to the carpet and used his other hand to smooth her hair back one more time, then tugged the blanket open and away from her and slid his arm around her waist. He bent his own head and nuzzled the soft skin of her neck, opened his mouth on the delicate skin there and kissed her, letting his tongue taste her. He worked his way up and down the side of her neck in slow, open-mouthed kisses, licked her ear lobe, kissed her cheek just in front of her ear.
    His own eyes were heavy but he peered at her, her closed eyes, her sweetly parted lips. He rubbed his cheek gently against hers, then with more gentle pressure of his fingertips, turned her face toward him. Their mouths hovered a breath apart.
    His heart hammered against his ribs and he stopped breathing.
    She wasn’t resisting.
    And so he closed the distance between them and kissed the corner of her mouth. One of her hands came up and covered his where it rested on her stomach and the other rested on his knee, and he kissed her again, tilting her head just a bit more for full mouth to mouth contact. She sighed into his mouth.
    Oh yeah. Oh Christ, yeah.