Chapter Twenty-Two
Gabrielle
He wants me! He still wants me! My inner cheerleader zoomed around in my mind waving her pom poms like mad. Despite everything, he still wanted me. It was the last thought that I managed to grab hold of as he kissed me senseless.
His hands went to my ass, and he tugged me closer to him. His tongue stroked mine with a fervor that told me he’d missed this as much as I had. He needed me as much as I needed him.
He broke our kiss abruptly with a low growl. “Hold on tight.”
With no further warning, he bent slightly at the waist and hauled me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing.
I shouted a laugh, steadying myself with my hands on his rock-hard butt. “What are you doing?”
Humor laced with lust in his voice. “I thought that was obvious. I need to fuck you. Now. Thought you’d be more comfortable in a bed than on the kitchen floor, but I’m not waiting another fucking second.”
I wanted him inside me as much as he seemed to need to be there. “Always the considerate one.”
“Only with you, Gabrielle.” He grunted as my back hit the bed. His words made my heart flutter and the cheerleader break into another dance, but I filed them away to think about later as he crawled over me and pinned me to the bed with his hips.
“God, you feel so good.” My back pushed deeper into the soft mattress as it gave under our combined weight. He ground his hips against mine, causing pleasure to erupt in my core and tiny explosions of white light to cloud my vision.
He nuzzled my neck and groaned, and he licked the shell of my ear. My sex clenched as his familiar commanding voice spoke against my ear. “Here’s how this is going to go. I’m dying to taste you, so I’m going to make you come on my face. Twice.”
Twice? The ache was already building.
The first time I’d heard his voice, I’d thought he could make a woman come simply by talking to her. And that was before I even knew the kind of mouth the man had on him. If he didn’t get down to business soon, I was going to become that woman.
“Then I’m going to fuck you. Fast and hard. Any objections?”
“No,” I moaned. “Please.”
His hands went to the hem of my dress. He pushed it up around my waist. He slid down my body and breathed me in, letting out a low groan. He fingered the edge of my lacy panties and then ripped them clean off.
My very expensive silk panties. I opened my mouth to protest, but then he planted his hands on my thighs and spread my legs apart. He dragged his lips over my inner thighs. Then his mouth was on me. I nearly came off the bed as his tongue separated my folds and he slid a finger into me.
I writhed against the bed and arched my hips into his mouth. Softs gasps and moans filled the air around us. I was only vaguely aware of the fact that they were mine. I tugged at his hair. “Fuck, James.”
He stroked me harder and inserted another finger. He licked me from top to bottom, sucking on my lips and scraping his teeth gently against my sensitive skin.
“James, please.”
Then his mouth was on my clit. His fingers dug into the skin of my inner thighs as he sucked on me.
My hands desperately sought out his shoulders. I needed something to hang on to. Something to anchor me as the friction of his tongue on my clit set fire to my veins. My fingertips dug into his broad shoulders as he went harder. Faster.
I groaned as he got there, exactly where I needed him to be. I writhed, rocking my hips into him. He had just the right pressure, the perfect speed.
There. My sex clenched as I came. Shaking as pleasure spread through my body. My hands flew to his hair, and I held his head against me.
I screamed his name. He licked me through my orgasm and stroked me through intense aftershocks.
He pulled back and groaned against the sensitive flesh of my thigh. A wicked grin lit his face as he met my eyes. The need in his gaze was overwhelming, but that didn’t stop him.
“That’s one.” His voice was low and needy, with an edge that had me desperate to have his mouth on me again.
“I was promised two.” I panted, and my voice was thick with how much I wanted his mouth on me again. I couldn’t believe how much I wanted it.
He groaned against the sensitive skin of my sex. “That you were. Ready to come again?”
I nodded, but he didn’t move. “Say it, Gabrielle.”
“What?” My voice was shaky. I loved his dirty mouth, but I wasn’t sure that I could do it.
“You know what. Please don’t fuck with me right now, Gabbi.” His eyes commanded me.
“I don’t know if I can say it out loud.”
His hands ran up and down my thighs, and his warm breath against my core threatened to make me combust. I was achy and desperate.
“You can. I want the words, Gabbi. I need to hear you say it.” He licked my inner thigh, and I shuddered.
I could do this. I needed that tongue on my clit, not my thigh. If saying it was the only way to make that happen, I had to do it. “Please make me come again, James.”
“Fuck, that was fucking hot. Yes.” Then his mouth was on my clit, sucking and licking at me. Harder. Faster.
I gave in to the sensation. It was fucking intense. Almost immediately, pleasure welled up in me.
“James, don’t stop. James.” I screamed his name loud enough to wake the neighbors. I didn’t give a shit. I couldn’t stop myself.
He kept me pinned to the bed, licking me until my entire being was racked with pleasure. With a final stroke of his tongue, I let go, groaning loudly as I came.
He licked me through the second orgasm with the same fervor as he had the first, breathing hard against my thigh as I came down.
James looked up at me, eyes heavy with desire. “That was the hottest fucking thing ever. I need to get inside you.”
It would’ve been comical to see us both scrambling to get out of our clothes if I didn’t need him so much.
His raspy voice sounded almost pained. Suddenly I needed him in a way that I’d never needed anyone before.
“Fuck me, James.” I groaned as he crawled over me. Skin to skin this time. His face was tight with restraint. His chest heaved against mine.
“This is going to be fast.”
His low warning sent tingles through my body. His tip strained against me. He looked me in the eyes as he entered me. Inch by delicious inch, he slid inside me. I stared back as I took him.
He groaned when our bodies became one, and we started moving together. Everything but the motion of our bodies fell away. He pulled out, so I only had his tip in me, then thrust forward to take me over and over again.
Pleasure consumed his hazel eyes; then he screwed them shut and groaned into the crook of my neck. He was close.
The simple knowledge was enough to send me hurtling straight back towards the edge. It was intense, so fucking intense.
His hips pistoned into me, and I arched my hips to press my clit against his pubic bone. His groans mingled with my moans. The sounds of our pleasure filled the air around us.
“Touch yourself. I want to feel you coming on my cock.” My sex clenched at his grumbled order.
I followed his demand and reached between us, stroking my clit hard. Pleasure welled up in me again. He was almost there, too. Our groans ran together.
I wanted to come with him. I rubbed my clit faster. A few more strokes of my fingers and I was there. His name rolled off my lips again and again as my world was reduced to nothing but white-hot pleasure.
Then he was there, too. Groans rumbled through his chest and rocked me through his orgasm. “Fuck, Gabbi. Fuck.”
His entire body shook. It was the best thing ever.
He pressed a kiss to my neck and held me close, his body not leaving mine.
He propped himself up on his elbows and looked into my eyes. There was something shining in them that I hadn’t seen before. Admiration maybe? It couldn’t be the other thing.
It wasn’t possible that he was falling for me the same way that I had fallen for him, was it?
The corners of his mouth twitched up into a grin. “Well, that was worth the wait.”
I laughed. I was sated, spent. He groaned. I realized that he was still inside me. “If you keep laughing, we’re going again.”
My sex clenched involuntarily. His eyes fluttered closed.
“Seriously?” he teased. “Give me a second to recover, you insatiable woman.”
Two could play that game. “Only with you.”
His pupils dilated as I repeated his earlier words back to him. It was a promise. It was also the truth.
He did things to me that I couldn’t describe. To my body. To my heart. He was every bad boy that I had ever been warned about, every reason that I avoided relationships like the plague. Every outlaw and every villain.
Yet, as the weight of his body pressed me into the bed and his eyes bored into mine, he was every dream and every fantasy that I’d ever had come to life. He was every prom king and every hero rolled into one.
“What are you thinking?” He stared at me with eyes full of questions.
There was no way I was telling him exactly what I had been thinking, so I said the closest thing to the truth that I could come up with. “I’m really happy that you showed up tonight.”
His eyes shone with sincerity as he answered. “So am I, Gabrielle. It was the best fucking decision that I’ve ever made.”
Then he started moving again, slow, steady strokes that soon had me forgetting anything and everything that I had ever known.
Later that night, James wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to his chest. My arms draped over him, and our legs twined together. Our breathing had long since slowed, and my body felt like it had been hit by a train. In the best possible way.
My train was sexy and thoughtful and attentive and intelligent. I still didn’t quite know what was happening between us, but I knew that he wanted it, too.
Wrapped up in his arms, I knew that our problems weren’t gone. At least for now, however, it felt like we could handle them.