15. Erin
ERIN
I couldn’t believe my boldness, was speechless and embarrassed by my own desires…and words.
Even though they were true. Even though it was exactly what I wanted.
And then I met his gaze head-on.
The fire in his eyes zinged me and lit my whole body into flames.
He clicked the lock in place, and the sound elicited a reverberating squeeze deep inside of me.
He crossed the room in three steps, had me in his arms in no time, and when his tongue invaded me, it felt dangerous and perfect and exciting all at once.
He kissed me like a starving man, and maybe he had been starving because I sure had.
And so I gave back, just as good as I got. I felt strangely empowered to take what I wanted, to say what I wanted.
When was the last time that even mattered?
But it mattered right now.
Our tongues dueled. His hands roamed my body while mine fumbled to open the buttons on his shirt.
“Erin?”
“Hmm?”
“Erin, stop.” He grabbed my hands and stilled them against his stone-hard stomach. “Is this really what you want?”
I smiled. Hell, yeah, I wanted this. “Yes.”
“You sure?”
I grinned, then my smile fell. Did he not want this? “If you want to stop, we could just go back?—”
He cut me off with a bruising kiss. “I wanted you the moment I laid eyes on you. The moment I took you in my arms yesterday.
“I wanted you when I saw you in my guest room this morning, all disheveled and sleepy in my shirt. I wanted you when I kissed you in the garage and when I had you in my lap earlier. I want you, Erin Roberts.”
He winked at me and smiled again.
I’d never had a man use so many words before, never had a man tell me outright how much he desired me.
He stepped closer still, leaned down, and whispered against my ear again, “And I want you naked and spread-eagled on this bed. I want to see every inch of your body—taste every inch of your body. I want to hear your moans, and I want to witness you come. I want to play with your gorgeous breasts until you sigh, and then I want to taste you on my lips until you scream my name.”
My breath got stuck, and I could feel moisture and heat flood my core. How could this man turn me on like this with just his words? “Yes.”
“Yes?”
“Yes.”
It was like I’d flipped a switch. He had me out of my clothes and naked on the bed in seconds. He pushed my hands upward, curled my fingers around the antique headrest. “Keep them there. Do not move.”
I nodded. The thrill of the moment—his intensity both intoxicated me and turned me on.
He explored my body with his hands and tongue. Took his time to play with my breasts, to squeeze and sucked on my left nipple to the point of pain.
I groaned.
That’s when he backed off and turned to the other nipple for the same treatment, acutely in tune with my body’s reactions.
Then he slid farther down my body, trailed a path of kisses until he landed at my core.
I could feel his eyes on me, feel his fiery gaze singe my core.
Then he urged my thighs farther apart.
“Pretty like a flower.” He spread the moisture that flooded me.
Then he looked up, captured my gaze, sucked on his glistening finger, and groaned.
And I almost came. Without him even touching my clit. Without him or his fingers inside of me. My insides squeezed, and I could feel my orgasm already hovering just out of reach. “You’re killing me,” I said. My voice sounded raspy and strangled.
And he just smiled before he dove in. His lips sealed my folds, then he sucked and licked, zeroing in on my clit. His finger entered me, spread me—one, then two. He pushed them deep inside and upward, searching for that elusive spot that I was sure I didn’t have. Well, as sure as I could be with my limited sexual encounters, which had left me mostly unsatisfied and occasionally humiliated.
But this wasn’t like those.
This was entirely different.
James made a come-hither motion with his fingers and rubbed a spot that made me shoot off the mattress.
“Hands,” he growled, and I immediately put my hands back where they belonged.
Then he descended on my sex again, zeroed in on my clit, sucked, nibbled, while his fingers massaged that perfect spot. He found the perfect rhythm—an onslaught upon all of my senses. He lifted me up, higher, higher. Until all I could do was feel, moan, and hold on to the headrest for dear life.
It might’ve taken him seconds, or minutes, but he relentlessly pleasured me until he pushed me over the edge.
A scream.
His fingers and tongue prolonging my crescendo. Until I couldn’t bear it anymore, and he let up slowly.
It took me a minute to gain control back over my breathing. Though the fire inside was still burning brightly. “You’re overdressed for the occasion,” I said.
He grinned, and I loved the wrinkles that appeared around his mesmerizing blue eyes. “You’re sassy.”
I smiled. “Just with you.”
He scooted upwards and gave me a quick peck on the lips, then I helped him undress. Before he threw his jeans to the side, he fished out his wallet and pulled a condom from it while I was busy pushing his boxers down.
As soon as I freed his cock, it sprang right up. I swallowed. He was massive. I’d felt him earlier when I was in his lap, but I didn’t feel this—long, engorged, with a heavy vein running the entire length of his underside.
“Like what you see?”
I looked up at his eyes, the easy grin relaxing me a little.
“You’re big,” I said, stroking the full length.
He nodded. “I’ll be careful. I promise.”
I smiled.
He put on the condom, then settled between my legs.
“Do you want my hands back on the headboard?” I asked with a sass that made me feel sexy and insecure at the same time.
I’d never been sassy or felt sexy during sex. Had never felt this rush while being with a man. Usually, it was kind of bland. And on some level, I’d always been glad it was over. But not with him. With him, it was everything I’d read about in books.
And more.
“Nope,” he answered, “I want your hands on my body.” He looked at me, his eyes keeping me captive, in an intense, sensual kind of way. “All the time.” He nudged me with his nose, then kissed me again. “Hold on tight, little one.”
And with that, he invaded me slowly. It felt perfect and too much at the same time, the pressure, an almost burning sensation, though he took his time. Inch by inch, he thrust deeper, then retreated again.
He started out with long, slow movements while he rained fluttering kisses all over my face.
When he zeroed back in on my lips, I met his onslaught of desire with my own. I latched on to him, and our kisses turned into a dueling of our tongues, deep luscious kisses alternated by soft groans. He took my mind off his gentle invasion until he had me writhing under him.
My desire skyrocketed. “More. Faster.” I grabbed his ass cheeks.
What had started with trepidation about his size, had turned into a desperate urge for…more.
I couldn’t believe it, but I was coaxing him, ready for the exquisite friction to increase.
Ready for more.
Ready for him to plunge into me.
And I didn’t need to say it twice. He captured my lips, growled, and soon he was pounding into me, grounding his pubic bone against my clit until I was shuddering and ready to explode.
But this time, when he pushed me over the edge into a shattering orgasm, he joined me, and it felt perfect and satisfying and right.