Chapter Eight
Hanna
The rest of the night felt like magic – no, it was magic. As James and I sat across the table from each other, staring into each other’s eyes and sipping wine, I could feel my excitement growing. Something new, something deep was starting inside of me and I knew now that I was powerless to stop it or push it away.
“So,” James said at the end of the night, after he’d suavely handed over his credit card. “Feel like a nightcap? I have a really nice bottle of aged scotch.”
I bit my lip. Everything in me wanted to say yes. I hadn’t drunk too much at dinner, and I was feeling just the perfect amount of alcohol buzzing through my system. But I didn’t want to ruin this, either. I didn’t want James to think I was easier…or at least, as easy as I’d been last year in Jamaica.
“It’s okay,” James said. He winked at me. “How about if I give you a ride home?”
My heart melted and I nodded. “Thank you,” I said softly.
James reached under the table and grabbed my hand. His fingers brushed against my bare thigh and I shivered at his touch. I want him, I thought suddenly. I want him so much.
James didn’t let go of my hand as we walked out of the restaurant to his waiting car. Nick opened the doors to the backseat and James helped me crawl inside the smooth leather interior before sliding in next to me. As soon as Nick got behind the driver’s seat and pulled away from the curb, James reached into a small hidden compartment and pulled out a bottle of champagne.
“This way, we can still have our nightcap,” James said with a smirk. I flushed as he produced two crystal champagne flutes and poured in a stream of bubbles. He handed one of the glasses to me and we clinked.
“Thanks,” I said. I sipped, enjoying the fruity flavors and aromas. “This is good.”
James nodded. “I thought you might like it,” he replied. Just then, as he looked into my eyes, I felt another warm rush of arousal coursing through my body. I couldn’t control myself any longer. Wrapping one of my arms around James’s neck, I pulled him close and kissed him deeply.
For a moment, the kiss was sweet – almost chaste. But then I felt James’s lips grow warm against mine and his tongue slipped into my mouth. I moaned softly as James nibbled my lower lip. Heavenly sensations were racing through my body, and I was barely even aware of James taking my champagne away and closing the partition that kept us separated from Nick and the front of the car.
“God, Hanna,” James purred into my ear. He slid his hands down my back and scooped me up, pulling me on his lap. “I’ve been dreaming about this – about you – every night since last year.”
James’s words were like a magical, powerful drug that filled me with confidence and ecstasy. I arched my back as James dipped his head to my chest and nuzzled my breasts. I could feel the heat from his breath through the thin material of my cocktail dress and soon, my nipples were stiff, hard peaks inside my strapless bra. When James unzipped my dress and peeled it away from my upper body, I didn’t resist. Instead, I wriggled away from him and rolled the stiff, satiny material down to my waist before arching my back and sliding it down my legs. It wasn’t easy in the back of a car, but I felt empowered and sexy – like the kind of woman who would be screwing a billionaire in the backseat of his limousine.
“You’re so gorgeous,” James growled. He tangled a hand in my hair and gently yanked my head back, exposing my neck. When I felt his lips and tongue moving down my neck in a slow line of torture that sent a thrilling shiver down my spine, I knew I was exactly where I wanted to be. James slid his hands inside my strapless bra, cupping my breasts and rubbing his thumbs over my stiff nipples. It felt exquisite and I moaned softly. It felt like James and I were the only two people in the world as I leaned close and kissed him passionately. He tasted like pleasure and champagne and I closed my eyes and let myself fall into the kiss with every inch of my body and soul.
James took my hands and put them on his chest. I blushed hotly as I felt his compact, taut muscles bunching and tensing under the soft fabric of his dress shirt. My fingers instinctively knew how to get each button unfastened as I made my way down, revealing a darkly tanned chest. I was glad of the dim lighting in the limo, because I couldn’t tear my eyes away from James’s gorgeous body. He was easily the most beautiful man I’d ever seen – I could hardly believe he was real.
When my hands got to the buckle of his belt, I hesitated. James slipped a finger under my chin and tilted my face up to meet his.
“Hey,” James said softly. “Are you okay? We don’t have to do this,” he added. “As much as I want you, I want you to be comfortable.”
I nodded. “I really want you,” I admitted, biting my lip. “I just…I can’t believe this is happening.”
James grinned. He leaned down and kissed me. “I know, baby,” he said. “Neither can I.”
I flushed even deeper. Normally, I was the kind of woman who hated the idea of being called “baby” by a partner…but not by James. Everything about him was different – new, special, not like the rest of the jerks in Boston.
I unzipped James’s pants off and his cock sprang free, thick and hard. I licked my lips before crawling down to the floor and pushing myself between James’s legs. When I took the first few inches of James’s beautiful manhood into my mouth, James groaned. He even tasted delicious – like musk and soap and cologne – and I closed my eyes and wrapped my hand around the thick base, pumping up and down as I moved my mouth skillfully over the head of his cock.
It felt like I’d only been loving James for a few moments before he leaned down and gently pushed me out of the way before crawling on the floor and gently pinning me down. I shivered as James slid a hand between my legs and rubbed against the crotch of my panties. My clit was hard and I was soaked with my own juices, but I hadn’t realized just how much I wanted his hand on me until I felt his fingers pushing my underwear to the side.
“You’re so wet,” James growled, pulling his hand away and licking his finger. The voracity of the sexual gesture made me flush and squirm and I closed my eyes and moaned as James put his hand back against me and began to push his fingers in and out of my body. The sensations racing through me were heavenly and I knew I was close to coming. I pushed James’s hand away and looked at him with pleading eyes.
“Take me,” I begged. “James, please – take me right now.”
James reached into the pocket of his discarded pants and yanked out his wallet, pulling a condom free and ripping it open before sheathing his cock in latex. He pushed my thighs apart and crawled between my legs before sliding inside of me in one smooth stroke. When James was buried to the hilt inside of me, I shuddered. He felt so good that I could hardly stand it – it was even better than it had been before.
James stayed still for a moment before grabbing my legs and hiking them over his shoulders. The unexpected angle gave him deep access to my womanhood and I moaned and gripped his shoulders as our bodies began to rock back and forth in the graceful rhythm of love. Soon, we were drenched in sweat as James pumped in and out of my waiting body. Ecstasy and lust were swirling through my veins and I tangled my hands in James’s dark, unruly hair and moaned loudly, thrusting back against his body until our skin was practically stuck together.
“Hanna,” James grunted in my ear, bucking and gasping and groaning.
I could feel that he was close. As I rocked my body against his, James slid a hand between us and began rubbing my clit with his thumb as he thrust in deeper and deeper. His touch was just enough to push me over the edge and I moaned loudly as the pleasurable sensations rocked my entire world.
James bucked his hips and arched his back, groaning through his clenched teeth. He was silent for a moment, and then he growled before leaning down to kiss me. I felt his teeth nipping at my lower lip and a little aftershock of lust went surging through my body as I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close.
James sat up and climbed onto the leather bench seat before reaching down and taking me into his arms. We were both breathing hard and covered in sweat and I pressed my face to his chest and listened to the frantic sound of his heartbeat as the car moved slowly through the Boston night.
“So,” I said with a grin. “Have you ever done that before?”
James snickered. “No,” he said. He leaned down and brushed my sweaty bangs away from my forehead. “But I couldn’t wait until we got to your apartment to kiss you. I needed you, Hanna.”
James’s words sent a hot thrill of pleasure and excitement through my body and I smiled happily as I nodded.
“But there’s just one thing,” James continued. He smirked lazily.
“What?” I narrowed my eyes and sat up. “What is it? Are you going to tell me that Nick was listening the whole time?”
James snickered. “No. But he’s been circling your building for the last twenty minutes.”
I groaned. “Oh my god,” I said, burying my face in my hands. “I’m so embarrassed!”
James pulled my hands away from my eyes and leaned down. “Don’t be,” he said tenderly as he pressed his lips to mine. “It was perfect, wasn’t it?”
I flushed. “Yes,” I said softly. “Yes, it was.”