Chapter 12
12
R AIN
The door closes behind the handsome stranger, and I’m still wrapped in my trench and slumped in my seat as James drinks his scotch.
The silence grows when I turn my gaze to him.
“So... When did you plan to tell me?”
He sets the empty glass down, his lips creased into a smile.
Slowly, he opens the first few buttons of his dress shirt, revealing his sculpted chest and the top of his abs.
His cuffed-up sleeves set off his corded forearms while his watch is still wrapped around his wrist.
He looks at me with hooded eyes, slowly erasing the space between us.
His hand meets mine before pulling me out of my seat.
Spellbound, I rise to my feet just as his free hand comes to my face, and his fingers drape around my neck.
Without a word, he tilts his head down and presses his lips against mine, and a world of sensations flows through me, ignited by his scent, the warmth of his body, and his soft touch.
“You wanted to surprise me,” he says. “Let’s go back to that moment and pretend it never happened. Let’s start all over. And later, I’ll tell you his story and answer all your questions. But right now, I want you to do this for me.”
A smile grows across my lips as the promise buried in his gaze does beautiful things to me.
“All right?” he rasps.
“Yes,” I say before tearing my hand away and making the trip back to the door.
I slide it open, walk out, and close it behind me.
Slowly raking my fingers through my hair, I take a deep breath and knock on the door as if this is my first time doing it this evening.
He doesn’t answer right away, and I wait for a few moments before rapping on the door again with my gaze tipped to the floor.
The door opens.
First, I notice his pants. And then his leather belt and dress shirt, now entirely open, revealing his shredded abs to his fly.
Spellbound, I drag my eyes over his face, registering the dash of sun locked in his skin and the glint in his green eyes, highlighted by his dark lashes.
“Hi...” I murmur, slowly undoing my trench.
A fiery grin curves his lips.
“Hey...” he says quietly, his gaze sliding down.
In a smooth motion, I remove my trench and let it fall to the floor.
He takes my hand and pulls me in, sweeping the trench off the floor.
The garment ends up on a chair while I prop my back against the closed door.
Inching closer to me, he props his hand above my shoulder and envelopes me with the warmth of his body.
“I’m happy that you’re here,” he says tenderly.
His fingers trail my neck, shoulder, and left collarbone before sliding between my breasts.
He moves his hand again, cupping my breast.
My pulse spikes.
“I’m happy to see you...” I say, the words flowing from my lips like little birds tasting freedom.
He drags his gaze down, his eyes glimmering with passion.
Slowly, he unclasps my bra and peels it off. The piece of underwear lands on top of my trench.
He grips my hips before moving his hands up, sweeping the contour of my body and cupping and kneading my breasts.
“I missed you, beautiful girl,” he says quietly.
“I missed you too, handsome man,” I murmur, emotions pushing through my voice.
He touches the strings holding my panties together, and the bottom of my lacy lingerie set hits the floor.
Smoothly, he runs his hand between my legs, awakening every bit of pulsing flesh.
My nipples pucker as my lips part, releasing a soft gasp.
As much as I don’t want to, my eyes get misty, expressing my bubbling emotions.
He keeps stroking me while I watch his eyes follow his hand's soft motions between my thighs.
Wonder lines his gaze while he explores me as if seeing and touching me for the first time.
As if I’ve never been his… Or anyone else’s.
He lifts his gaze, and my heart pounds faster.
Noticing my eyes, he takes my face in his hands, presses his body into mine, tilts my face up, and lowers his mouth to kiss me.
His soul makes love to me while his fingers gently caress my skin.
“Oh, James...” I murmur, clutching his arms, swept away by pleasure.
Our lips lock again, and the kiss becomes a carousel of crazy feelings, a journey we go on together, connecting the way we always do before diving into each to quench our thirst.
I slide my hands inside his shirt, peel it off, and wind my arms around his waist before hugging him tightly.
“James, my love...” I murmur in a trance.
His lips trail down my neck, his breath fanning over my skin, leaving scars of disappearing pleasure while blowing life into every emotion he had put in me the night we spent together in New York.
With this, he lifts every veil of uncertainty and slides into every nook and cranny of my soul, feeding my still-growing affection for him.
Smoothly, he nudges me to turn around, lifts my arms, and props my palms against the door before letting his hands slide down my back, the swell of my backside, and my thighs.
He unclips the stockings and rolls them down, peeling them off as if shedding a second skin before removing my heels and dragging his touch up.
With his hands, his lips come to me again, soft against the sensitive skin of my thighs, warm against my delicate folds, and wet against my entrance.
He covers me in kisses before standing tall behind me.
A metallic sound rings in the air while he unbuckles his belt and removes his watch, and then a quiet rustle follows as he takes off his pants.
He moves his hands around my hips and upward until they meet my breasts.
His breath drapes over my shoulders.
His teeth graze my skin.
His lips heal me.
His kisses melt me.
Rock hard, he enters me from behind, his lips not stopping from teasing my skin, his hands not wasting a precious moment while kneading my chest, arousing me, and puckering my nipples.
He moves into me, my center, warm and slippery against his hard length, hugging him tightly.
His hands ignite small fires across my skin, canceling out the coldness of the door as he rocks his hips, sinks his teeth into my skin, and kisses my pain away.
Arched against him, I welcome him inside my body, and before long, the peak of my pleasure sneaks up on me.
He thrusts harder and faster, his hand wrapped around my neck, my head tilted back, a whimpering moan shooting from my chest, a shudder barreling through me.
My trembling only makes him harder.
Once I scale down, he leaves my body, sweeps me off my feet, and carries me to the bed.
He slowly lets me down, wraps me in his arms, and rolls onto the crisp sheets with me. The back of my head sinks into the pillow while he hovers over me.
Dazed, I loop my arms around his neck and pull myself up, craving the fire of his lips.
In one smooth motion, he enters me again, and I’m wetter now than before, soaked in my arousal.
He fills me up repeatedly, his flesh burning between my legs, whipping up a storm of pleasure.
His grip hardens on my hair, and our kiss becomes even more fiery, famished, and demanding.
Neither of us holds anything back as we travel to a special place, locked in a perfect embrace without reserves, protective walls, or hesitations.
There are no mixed emotions or second thoughts.
Nothing stops this perfect fusion between us––our bodies and hearts.
This man is inside me in every possible way.
One kiss.
One embrace.
One story.
One bond.
Perfect for each other, making it painful every time he pulls away.
We’re gearing up toward a peak of pleasure with our hearts racing and lungs pumping faster.
The climax sweeps through us, giving us an amazing pleasure before giving us the peaceful calmness of the aftermath.
His breathing slows down, and so does mine as he tilts his head and presses his mouth against the root of my neck, loving me again while I leave kisses on his hair.