34. Ivy
34
IVY
I stood with James's coat draped around my bare shoulders and his arm around my waist as Mimi walked to his car. The stoop outside his house was lit by an overhead globe, casting a soft silhouette of our forms on the freshly falling snow. Mimi wiggled her fingers and grinned at me as she climbed into the back of his limo and shut the door. We watched it roll down the driveway until the taillights disappeared through the gate, and then he kissed my cheek.
"Let's go inside…" He coaxed toward the door, and he didn’t have to work too hard at it. I was freezing in this gown and the February cold bit down on my skin.
James guided me into the house and let me keep his jacket as he took my hand and led me toward his bedroom. I paused by my room, where I knew all my things were packed and ready to go. I looked at the door cautiously and didn't know exactly where I stood. Mom was expecting me home tonight with Mimi, but James asked me to stay.
"Something wrong?" he asked, and I swallowed the knot in my throat.
"It's just…" I stared at the door of the bedroom I'd been sleeping in, and then my eyes swept up to meet his. "We have a lot to discuss…"
"Yes, we do," he said, and he opened his bedroom door and tugged me through it. When it clicked shut behind me, I felt his fingers on my shoulders as he took his jacket from me. The room was warm, the fireplace along the far wall burning. He turned me around and tossed his jacket across his dresser. "Say it again…"
"Say what?" I asked, smiling. I wasn’t sure what he was getting at, and there were so many things that we had to say to each other. I didn’t know which one he meant.
"Tell me you love me." His hands rested on my hips, and he backed me slowly across the room.
"I love you, silly."
"Now tell me you're making me a father." His hand slid across to my belly, and he pressed his palm there. "Tell me it's true…" A grin stretched across his face, and I couldn’t help smiling too.
"I am… You are… I mean… I'm pregnant." I fumbled for words as I felt my calves press against the bed frame.
"My God, I thought things couldn't get any better, and you've gone and outdone yourself. Promise me something." His lips brushed over mine, and I smiled.
"Anything."
"We'll never avoid each other again. I am so in love with you, I want to spend every waking second worshiping the ground you walk on." His lips crashed into mine, and I opened my mouth to let him in. His tongue slid along my lips and danced with mine as I weaved my fingers into the hair on the back of his head. When he pulled away, he said, "I don't want you to leave, either. You are free to do as you please, but I want you in my bed every night."
Warmth spread through my chest, and I pulled him down for another kiss. The invitation was more than I hoped for. I couldn't believe this night turned out this way. I expected to be crying in a cab on the way home from being rejected. Not this.
"Say it…" I whispered to him, and he smirked at me because he knew exactly what I wanted him to say.
"As you wish, Ms. Hart…" My name rolled off his lips as we tumbled to the bed and his weight pinned me down.
The feel of him against me set my skin on fire, and I arched my back, needing more of him. His fingers found the zipper on my dress and with one swift movement, he had it down, exposing my bare skin to his heated gaze. He savored the sight before him, his eyes ravenous as they traveled up and down my body.
"You're so beautiful…" he breathed before dipping his head to trail hot, wet kisses down my neck. Heat flamed in my groin.
I let out a moan when his lips found their way to my hardened nipple, flicking it with his tongue as he tore off his shirt. Buttons skittered across the bed and floor, and his chest pressed against my pelvis and thighs as he sucked my nipple. He slid his hand between my thighs, and I gasped at the contact. His fingers were hot against my dampness and his touch sent electric currents through my body.
"God, I've missed this," he groaned into my ear before he pulled away. His eyes were dark with lust and desire. As he rose up and undid his pants, I readjusted myself on the bed and shimmied my panties off. When he returned to me, I spread myself for him, inviting him in.
James wasted no time pushing into me, and I moaned in pleasure as he filled me. He settled there, sinking as deep as he could, and I found his lips again. He stayed still for a moment, adjusting to my depth, and I pulled him against my body. This felt right, everything about it—him and me, this house, the baby. I was so in love.
And when he started thrusting in agonizingly slow movements, I whimpered for more. My pussy was on fire for him, screaming for release as he drew it out. His stubble scraped over my chin and his teeth bit down on my neck. One hand squeezed my right breast, and my fingernails dug into his flesh.
"Do it… God… I want to come so bad," I whined, and he chuckled, a low rumble that vibrated me to my core.
"Maybe not right now… Maybe it's a ways off… But I want you to marry me, Ivy." His confession made me moan more. The coil in my gut tightened, and I was on the edge.
My strong muscles clenched around his shaft as the glorious friction rubbed my G-spot to a frenzy. I whimpered and nodded and kissed him again and again, and he whispered, "But don't worry… I can still call you Ms. Hart if you want."
When he said my name, I detonated. The convulsions ripped through me, and I shuddered under him on the bed. As if he sensed the emotions coursing through me, he kissed me hard again. His teeth and lips and tongue devoured me, and I cried out louder than I ever had with him. James swallowed each cry of pleasure and pushed me further. The climax was intense, so much so that I almost missed the warmth that spread inside my body when he exploded.
His soft grunts in my ear as his thrusts slowed satisfied me, and he lay on top of me for a second before rolling us both over so I was draped across his chest. His arms wrapped around me firmly, and I rested my head on his chest.
Tears of joy welled up, but I blinked them back and pressed a kiss to his shoulder. Being here in his arms was more than I could ever hope for and was such a stark contrast to everything Mike had put me through. I savored the feeling of his flesh against mine and his dick inside me. So when he pulled out, I whimpered audibly, and he kissed my temple.
"Don't worry," James said, "I'll be ready to go again in twenty minutes." He started to pull away, like he was going to get up, and I snagged his hand and held him in place so he couldn’t get off the bed. "What is it?"
"Did you mean it?" I asked, and I rolled to my side. He lay back down and pulled me against his body again.
"Mean what?"
"That you want me to be your wife? It's sort of sudden, isn’t it?" I searched his expression and saw nothing but sincerity there.
"Of course I mean it. This isn't some rebound thing I'm going to tire of in a few months. I love you." He cupped my cheek and said, "Love at first sight is sort of sudden, isn't it?" The smile he offered me warmed my soul.
"Sudden… I think that's going to be a theme for us, because suddenly, I want you inside me again." I grinned, and he used a finger to touch the tip of my nose.
"Let me pee…" He winked at me and pulled away, and I laid my head down and closed my eyes.
Yes, better than I ever imagined….