Eruption - Chapter 6
Thursday
We had almost moved everything in and I was completely exhausted. I pulled my hair up into a ponytail as I looked around at all the boxes. The living room and kitchen were a complete disaster. Luckily Ellen was going to help me organize everything in the morning.
"Your ass looks amazing when you do that," James said.
I laughed and turned around as I finished putting the elastic in my hair. "You think?" I arched my back slightly before letting go of my hair.
He smiled at me as he dropped a box down next to my feet. "Why was it again that you wouldn't let me hire movers?" He was wearing athletic shorts and a fitted t-shirt. There was a v-shaped sweat stain down the front of his shirt, and I found it unbelievably sexy.
"Because I love how you look when you're all sweaty."
"Is that so?"
"Mhm." I traced my finger down his chest. "So hot."
He gave me that smile that always made me feel overheated. It was playful and sexy and I knew exactly what was on his mind. "It actually is a little hot in here, don't you think?" He grabbed his shirt by the collar and pulled it off over his head. His abs glistened from sweat.
"Scorching."
He smiled. "That's better. Are you ready for a break?"
I had gotten the perfect idea. "I'm going to give you to the count of ten, James."
"To get you into bed with me? Done." He leaned forward to kiss me, but I put my hand on his chest.
God. Seeing him like this always turned me on. "To hide." I ran my fingers down his muscular stomach.
"What?"
"Let's play hide and go seek."
"I'd rather christen the new..."
"Ten. Nine."
"Shit."
I put my hand over my eyes as James jumped over a box and sprinted out of the living room.
When I finished counting down from ten I opened my eyes.
I had only walked around the apartment a few times.
But there was barely any furniture in any of the rooms. He'd only be able to hide behind doors and other fixtures.
I wove my way through the boxes on the floor in the living room and through the kitchen.
I hadn't heard him run upstairs, so I assumed he wasn't in any of the bedrooms. My eyes gravitated toward the balcony above me, just to check.
This place really was amazing. It was an apartment that was probably designed for a big family, not just two people.
It must have cost him a fortune. I didn't even know apartments in New York could have an upstairs.
A creaking noise made me turn my head. I peered around the column into the dining room.
Nothing. The downstairs was mostly an open floor plan.
There weren't that many places he could hide.
I walked toward the bathroom. The reflection in the mirror made it easy to tell that he wasn't hiding behind the door.
Another creaking noise made me jump.
"James?" I whispered. The sun was beginning to set, casting eerie shadows in the room.
I tried not to think about it as I made my way through the archway toward a few of the closed off rooms. There was an office and a small library back here.
I turned into the library. The blinds were all drawn, and it was almost pitch black.
I switched on the light and looked around.
The built-in shelves were all empty. Soon they'd be filled with all of James' books.
I thought about my bookshelf back at home, filled with Harry Potter novels.
They didn't seem sophisticated enough to be in here.
But there was something charming about the idea.
There was a grand stone fireplace in the center of the wall. I could just imagine curling up in front of it with a good book. This apartment was amazing. I'd have to tell James whenever I found him. It could be awhile. I still had a lot of rooms to check. I turned around just as the lights cut out.
I made a small squealing noise as the door slammed shut. "James?" I couldn't see anything. "James?" I said a little louder.
A clicking noise made me turn around again. A small blue flame had spread across the fireplace.
"James?" My eyes were still adjusting to the lack of light.
His arms wrapped around me before he said anything and I screamed again. His laugh in my ear calmed me right down, though. "I found you," he whispered in my ear, as he wrapped his arms even tighter around me, pressing his chest against my back.
"I was the one that was supposed to be finding you."
He kissed the side of my neck and trailed his fingers down the sides of my torso. "You were taking too long." His fingers skimmed the bottom of my tank top as he lightly pushed it up. His palms were hot against my stomach. He smelled like sweat and that wonderful scent that was all his own.
I could feel his erection through his athletic shorts. I arched my back slightly, pressing my ass more firmly against him.
The low groan in his throat was my favorite sound in the world.
I lifted my arms up in the air. He immediately pulled off my shirt and sports bra and threw them onto the ground.
His hands slowly trailed back down my arms and shoulders, stopping on my breasts.
He massaged them gently and soon I was the one moaning.
His torso was sticky against my back and I loved the sensation. I reached up behind me and ran my hand down his neck. I wanted to be as close to him as possible.
"I want to savor this moment," he whispered. He pulled my hair tie out. My hair falling against the back of my neck made me shiver. Everything he did in moments like this somehow seemed sexy.
"I need you."
He pushed my spandex shorts and thong over my hips and down my thighs as he ran his fingers gently across my wetness. "I know you do."
I moaned and pressed my ass against him again.
"I need you too, baby." He gently massaged my clit before thrusting a finger inside of me. "I always need you."
"James," I moaned as he slipped another finger inside of me. I rested my head against his shoulder as he slowly moved his fingers in and out of me. He began to tease my nipple with his free hand, matching the steady pace of his other fingers.
"You're always so wet for me, baby."
Oh God.
His fingers moved even faster.
"Please fuck me."
He lightly bit my earlobe. "Not tonight."
"Please." My voice sounded desperate.
"I want to make love to you, Penny." His fingers thrust farther inside of me. "I want to make sure we always remember our first night here."
His words sent chills down my spine, despite how hot the fire was in the room. I began to feel like I was melting into him. "Please make love to me."
I laughed as he quickly lifted me up in both his arms. He laid me down in front of the fire and my laughter disappeared as soon as he kissed me.
My whole body felt hot and I wasn't sure if it was from the fire or him.
He leaned back to remove his shorts. But my eyes were captivated by his face.
James was the most handsome man I had ever met.
And the firelight just made him look even sexier.
"It's so hot in here," I said breathlessly.
He grabbed both my hands and placed them on the back of his neck. The fire in his eyes seemed even hotter than the flames in the fireplace. "You said you liked when I was sweaty," James said as he pressed the tip of his rock hard cock against my wetness.
I spread my legs even farther apart, but James didn't move an inch.
"I love you."
I wasn't sure why, but the sincerity in his voice made me want to cry. Like it was the only fact in the world that he was certain of. "James, I love you too. I'll always love you."
He immediately thrust inside of me.
Yes! I pressed my fingers down on his shoulders. All I could do was revel in how complete I felt with his cock inside of me.
His strokes were slow and full, driving me crazy. He gently kissed the side of my neck and left a trail of kisses across my collarbone. "You're all I need, Penny."
He was all I needed too. I ran my fingers down his shoulders and strong biceps.
Every time he thrust inside of me, I felt this fire inside of me intensify.
But he continued to slowly make love to me.
The torturous rhythm just made me want more.
What was he waiting for? I tilted my hips up, inviting him to go even deeper.
"Always so eager." His breath was hot against my neck.
"Please, James."
He grabbed my hips with one hand and rolled over, pulling me on top of him. "Show me exactly what you want." He had a challenging look in his eyes.
James rarely ever let me take control. He knew I got distracted when I was setting the pace. Staring down at his chiseled abs always made me forget what I was doing. He knew what I needed better than I did. And we were both aware of that.
He smiled up at me and put his hands behind his head, ready for me to admit defeat already.
I leaned forward, moving my hips slowly up and down, matching the rhythm he had set before.
He groaned as I lightly kissed his chest. His skin was salty from sweat.
He was my favorite taste, sight, sound, touch, and scent.
I wanted to savor him too. I moved my hips even faster as I left a trail of feathery kisses everywhere I could reach.
Tonight I wanted to be the one that made him lose control.
"Don't stop," he said as I pulled away from him.
Instead of listening, I stood up. He said he liked my ass in my spandex shorts. He'd like this view even more. I turned around, straddling him in the opposite direction and slid back onto his length.
"Fuck," he groaned as I slid his length back inside of me. His hands were immediately on my back, trailing down to my hips and ass.
I moved my hips faster and faster as his fingertips dug into my skin.