Chapter 54
Harper
My heart still hasn't learned to brace itself for the sight of him.
But naked, with that glint in his eyes that promises me he’s going to have his way with me and nothing’s going to stop him, he undoes me completely.
Hands slightly bent and at his sides, his feet slightly apart. He stands there, allowing me to take him in.
His bare feet on display leads me to look at his corded calves, powerful thighs with his gorgeous cock standing proud between them.
His trim waist and spectacularly sculpted torso…
His abs and pecs are so defined, the muscles there make me want to weep.
I yearn to feel the breadth of his shoulders and lick up his beautiful neck.
Every part of him is a part of a menu specially designed to allure me and cast a spell on me.
When I finally meet his eyes, I swallow. They’re burning up with need. For me.
He nods his chin in my direction. "Undress."
It’s softly spoken, but the command in them sends a shiver of delight down my spine. Liquid heat gathers between my thighs. Without taking my gaze from him, I toe off my sneakers, lowering the zipper on my jeans. I shrug them off, along with my panties and socks, and toss them aside.
His nostrils flare. His blue eyes turn almost silver, and I know he’s as aroused as I am. It gives me the courage to pull off the rest of my clothing, from my shirt to my pants; and without stopping.
I reach behind to unhook my bra. Slipping it down my shoulders, it stays poised at my elbows for a few seconds. When I lower my arms, the straps of my bra whispers down falling to the ground.
My stomach somersaults. My chest tightens. I am a little nervous about how he’s going to find my body. Not that I’m self-conscious.
I like my curves a lot. I also like to sample my cooking, so I know I have a few extra pounds around my butt and stomach I’ve never managed to shake off.
He drags his gaze down my chest, my stomach, pausing on my pussy unabashedly.
When his cock twitches, I know, he likes what he sees.
And when he completes the slow appraisal of my body and raises his gaze to mine, the heat in them hits me in the chest. Whoa.
I swallow. A buzzing sensation zips under my skin.
I feel like I’ve been plunged into a cauldron of feelings which threaten to overcome me. And he hasn’t even touched me.
He crooks his finger.
I take a step forward, then another, until my toes brush his. This close to the heat from his body is already unbearable. A bead of sweat slides down my throat. He leans in and licks it up.
I shiver.
He kicks my feet apart.
I gasp.
Every move of his seems to be calculated to raise my desire further. To unfurl the wings of my need, until I feel like I’m burning up.
"James," I whisper.
"I’m here, baby."
He slides to his knees so he’s at eye level with my pussy.
Seeing him kneeling before me and staring at my cunt feels almost transcendental and, strangely, primal.
He takes my hand and places it on his head. "Hold on."
Without giving me a chance to reply, he pries my pussy lips apart and licks my cunt.
"Jesus Christ." I grab his hair and tug. "What are you doing to me?"
He licks into my slit, thrusting his tongue inside, and makes me see stars. My knees get weak, and I begin to sway. He closes a big hand around my hip and steadies me. Still holding me open with one hand, he licks, sucks, then drags his teeth across my cunt.
Shock waves shoot out from the point of contact. Goosebumps pepper my skin. And when he closes his teeth around my clit and gently tugs, I fall apart.
The orgasm sweeps me off my feet. Literally.
I fold over him, panting like I’ve run miles.
I’m aware of my cum running down my inner thighs.
And when he licks it up, another shudder of arousal grips me again.
I’m also slightly mortified by the fact that I came so quickly.
I slowly straighten and look down to find he’s watching me with soft eyes.
He squeezes my hips and gives me a genuine smile. "How do you feel?"
"Like I just had the most intense orgasm of my life."
He flashes me a grin, which has my stomach doing a somersault. Wow. I’ve never seen him this open. This easy to read. This…excited, all because he made me come.
"I’m just getting started." He rises to his feet, then boosts me up.
I wrap my legs around his waist, and wind my arms around his neck. The wetness between my thighs must smear his torso, but he doesn’t seem to care.
He carries me to the bed and lowers me onto the mattress. Then he walks around to the bedside table, pulls it open, and retrieves a condom.
It makes sense. We’re only temporarily married. We might not be together for much longer, once his investors recommit their capital to his project. We’re not in a lasting relationship. So why do I feel like it’s another barrier he’s put between us?
He returns to the foot of the bed and then all my thoughts disappear.
The combination of his gorgeous body, those intense eyes, and that larger-than-life upright cock makes my mouth water.
My heart stutters. I involuntarily close my thighs.
I want to feel him inside me. But I’m also not sure if it’s going to fit.
He frowns. "I won’t hurt you."
"Umm, have you seen the size of your dick?"
His face stays serious, but his eyes take on a pleased light.
I huff. "That was not meant as a compliment."
This time, his lips quirk in a knowing smile.
"Okay, it was a backhanded compliment," I concede.
His expression turns serious. "I promise, you’ll enjoy it." Then something flickers in his eyes. He freezes.
"Are you still a virgin?"
It’s one of the reasons he refused to sleep with me when we met.
I’m not keen to be drawn into that discussion right now, because my answer would still be in the affirmative. And that might scare him off, again. And I really, really don’t want that to happen.
I also don’t want to lie to him. I sit up, wrap my arms around my bent knees, and stay silent.
Realization dawns in his eyes. He crouches over me on the bed. "Hey, it’s okay if you are."
"Is it?"
He places his hands on my knees.
"I'm surprised; I didn't expect you to still be a virgin. But I’d be lying if I said it doesn’t give me a visceral thrill to realize I’ll be your first."
I search his features. The heat in his eyes, and the possessiveness in his expression convince me he’s serious.
I relax a little. "I’m sorry I didn’t mention it earlier."
"I understand. It’s not something that’s easy to bring up." He rubs his thumb over my knee. Goosebumps shiver out from his touch.
Of course, he notices. "I love how responsive you are to my touch." He runs his knuckles gently over the raised skin.
I tremble. "I don’t want you to think I didn’t have opportunities to sleep with other men. But my mind was so occupied with my wanting to be a chef, I didn’t have the energy left to be with anyone else. And I’m not a one-night stand kind of person."
He cups my cheek, his palm large and calloused, the heat of it sinking deep into my skin. He’s looking at me with an intensity that makes the air in the room feel thin, like we’re standing at the top of a mountain.
"Whatever the reason, you’ve got to know how I’ll feel being your first…"
I shake my head, my breath hitching in my throat. I can’t find my voice; the sheer gravity of his gaze has pinned it to the back of my tongue.
"It makes me feel fucking possessive."
He leans in closer, his massive frame looming over me until he’s bracketing me between his legs.
The physical weight of him is everywhere.
It’s an anchor, a cage, and a promise. I can feel the hard line of his thighs against mine.
I can see the lines of tension radiating from his eyes.
It feels like the Ice Commander is finally surrendering to something vital and unrefined.
"It makes me want to give you so much pleasure that you’ll never forget the first time you made love," he whispers against my lips.
He means when we’re no longer together. But I’m not going to let that weigh me down.
Not when I’m in his bed. And we’re both naked. And he’s looking at me like he can’t wait to be inside of me.
I rise up on my knees and wrap my arms around his neck. "Fuck me, Chef."