CHAPTER 39 #2
He ducks his head, a dark furrow between his brows. “I know. It’s just, I remember the way you looked on that hike, before you collapsed. I know with your condition, things might happen. I just—I never want to be the cause of it.”
“I know. But I promise to tell you if you ever do anything that’s too much—now, or any time in the future. I’ll be honest. I swear.”
“I believe you.” His lips raise into almost a smile as his eyes flit over my eyes, my nose, my mouth, like he’s trying to memorize my face. “I don’t want to hold back with you, ever. Sometimes, I’m just afraid that I want you too much.”
He trails the backs of his fingers up my neck, making me sigh.
“It’s not too much, James,” I murmur, wrapping my arms around his neck. “It’s everything I want.”
His hand weaves into my loose hair and he pulls my mouth slowly to his. The kiss is soft and open, and I can feel the tender care in it. We’ve never kissed like this before—or maybe we have, but I was too afraid to acknowledge how it felt.
It feels like home, like safety, like promises made and kept.
James carefully walks me back to the conference table, not lifting his lips from mine. He lifts my hips so I’m seated on the edge of it. “Good?” he asks between kisses.
I answer by kissing him back and tugging at his jacket, urging him to pull it off. I don’t want anything between us now, not even clothes. He shrugs off his jacket, then unbuttons my blouse.
He pulls back for a moment and bites his lower lip as he takes in the sight of my torso, only covered by my white bralette. His eyes skim over my scar, dropping to my breasts and stomach.
“You’re so gorgeous,” he groans. One hand reaches for my breast. “Can I?”
“Please.” My nipples tighten through the thin fabric as he palms my breasts.
The warmth of his hands feels heavenly. He slides the bralette cups aside, baring me, and ducks his head to suck on my nipple.
He worships my breasts with little sucks and nibbles.
I thread my fingers into his hair, tugging slightly when it feels mind-numbingly good.
“I’m going to be spending a lot of time with these,” he promises.
Then his lips capture mine, gently coaxing them apart and sweeping his tongue in proprietarily.
He cradles the back of my head in one hand, slowly lowering me back against the table.
He bends over me, the fine fabric of his dress shirt brushing against my bare torso.
He pulls my silk skirt so it bunches up around my waist. “I missed this,” he mutters. “I missed touching you. I don’t want to go that long without doing this ever again.”
“Me neither,” I agree breathlessly.
His fingers cup me through my panties, one long fingertip sliding along my seam. I whimper as a pool of heat rushes between my legs.
He slips my panties down to my knees and touches me again. My body sings at his touch, craving him, craving more. He slips one finger inside me, then two.
“Is that okay?” he asks, his eyes scanning mine.
I nod. “Better than okay.”
His thumb circles my clit. His cool blue eyes drink in my expression as he slowly presses harder.
When he pumps his fingers slowly inside me again, my pussy throbs at the sensation.
Liquid heat swirls downward as I rock my hips into his touch.
He leans down, setting the weight of his chest over mine and dragging his teeth over the shell of my ear.
“Look at you,” he groans. “Dripping so prettily on my hand. What a good little wife you are.”
“Yes,” I cry. “Yes.” I can't bring myself to say much more. Already, my ability to form words is getting hazy.
The thrust of his fingers doesn't waiver. Now that he's found the pressure and the rhythm I want, James moves at an exacting pace. Still in control, even though I can tell from his rough breaths and the feeling of his hard cock against my leg that he’s just as ready for this as I am.
My clit throbs, and I grasp at his arms. His lips graze my ear, making me shiver.
“Are you going to come for me, wife?”
I don't have time to answer before pleasure rockets through me. My vision goes white as my entire body seizes. I feel like I could float away if it weren’t for James’s strong fingers, anchoring me down to earth.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, pressing his lips against my neck.
He withdraws his fingers and I moan desperately. Already, I miss him inside me. Then he sinks down to his knees, his face level with my pussy.
“Wait,” I whimper. “I should touch you, too. You’re giving me too much.”
“I’m exactly where I want to be, Maura,” he says, kissing my thigh for emphasis. “Let me take care of everything.”
It’s hard to argue when his wet, open-mouthed kisses trail up my thigh, but guilt still prickles at me. “It just makes me feel like such a pillow princess.”
“Good.” He smiles up at me. “You better get used to it, because I love treating you like one.”
He drags his tongue over my dripping pussy, and I whimper. It’s unfair how good he is at this, how easily he can melt my entire body into mush. He alternates between long, lingering licks and short sharp ones, making me squirm and driving me completely insane.
I sink back against the table. My fingers gripping his hair to anchor me to reality, but only barely. He sinks his fingers back inside me and I whimper his name pathetically.
“Yes, James, more.”
He hums, pressing a third finger inside me, stretching me deliciously while his tongue laps at my clit. After so long without his touch, it’s a tight fit, but my body welcomes the intrusion. I missed this—missed him.
My climax sneaks up on me, a warm vibration starting in my chest, then reverberating through me like an earthquake. Beautiful, deep, seismic. My legs tremble on James’s broad shoulders, stars blinking in and out of my vision.
Once I’ve stopped shaking, James pushes to his feet and tears off his clothes.
There’s no neatly setting them over chairs this time.
He tosses each expensive item of clothing on the floor, eager to get to me.
My mouth waters at the sight of his cock, standing hard and proud against his belly.
He carefully positions his cock at my entrance, one hand holding my hip in place.
“I’ve got you,” he says, just before he thrusts halfway inside me.
I groan with satisfaction. Thank god he didn’t ease himself in, centimeter by centimeter. He gave me just about as much as I could handle. He lowers down over me, letting me feel the weight of his chest on mine. I wrap my legs around his waist, savoring the feeling of every place where we connect.
His strokes are long and slow, but he bottoms out roughly, hitting a spot inside me that makes me moan. It's the perfect combination of gentle and intense. One hand fondles my breasts. He pinches one nipple and when my back arches up, a wicked smile spreads across my face.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he says. “Fucking mine.”
“Feels so good,” I whisper. “Just like that, James.”
He growls. “Did I ever tell you how much I love hearing you say my name?”
“Then I’ll say it more, James.” I smile, and he lowers down to capture my mouth with his. His tongue tangles hungrily with mine while his hand gently cups my face. He pulls away just for a breath.
“Never stop saying it,” he groans.
And I do say it, over and over as he sinks deep inside me.
His hips keep rocking, hitting that spot deep inside me that makes my pussy clench.
He works his hand between our bodies, strumming my clit and ratcheting up the pleasure.
He holds me like I’m precious but fucks me like I’m powerful enough to take it.
It’s everything I ever wanted.
“I’m close, James,” I whisper, and his exacting pace falters for just a moment.
“Then come for me, wife,” he growls. “Let me feel you come.”
My body follows his orders, as if it would be impossible to do otherwise. My climax thunders through me like a rolling storm, dark and all-consuming. James thrusts through it, roaring out my name as he follows me over the edge.
His forehead falls against mine, and I giggle.
“What’s so funny?” he asks groggily.
“Nate is never going to let you borrow his conference room again.”
James laughs louder than I’ve ever heard him, and the warm sound of it buries deep into my heart.