Chapter 9 #2
“You’re beautiful,” he said, his voice rough and reverent, his fingers brushing against the lace of her bra.
Evie swallowed hard, her heart pounding as he lifted one hand to trail a single finger along the strap of her bra.
The touch was maddeningly slow, deliberate, as he slid the strap off her shoulder, baring more of her skin to his gaze. His fingertips left a path of fire in their wake, and her body responded to him without hesitation, her back arching slightly as if offering herself to him.
James leaned down, his lips pressing against the newly exposed skin of her shoulder, trailing kisses up to the curve of her neck. His free hand splayed against her waist, grounding her, while the other moved to the clasp of her bra, pausing as if asking for permission.
She whispered his name, her voice breathless and filled with need. Each syllable rolled off her lips like a silent prayer, making him groan.
The moment stretched, charged and electric, before he moved again, his touch steady as he began to free her from the remaining barrier between them. His lips followed his hands, every movement purposeful, every touch igniting a fire that neither of them could ignore.
When his hand began to slide higher, inching toward the sensitive space between her thighs, she let out a shuddering breath, her body tensing with anticipation.
The tips of his fingers brushed against the lace of her panties, feather light, yet enough to send a jolt through her. Her hips shifted involuntarily, seeking more of his touch even as her mind raced to catch up with what was happening.
“Evie…” he murmured against her lips, his voice low and rough with desire. He pulled back just enough to look at her, his gaze dark and searching, silently asking if she wanted him to stop.
Her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, her eyes locked on his as she whispered, “Don’t stop.”
That was all the permission he needed. His hand moved with more confidence now, his fingertips pressing against the damp lace, teasing her with slow, deliberate strokes.
Evie’s head fell back, a soft moan escaping her lips as her hands tightened in his hair, pulling him closer. The sensation was maddening, his touch both gentle and insistent, building a heat inside her that she couldn’t ignore.
His fingers traced the edge of her panties, testing, teasing, before slipping just beneath the fabric to touch her bare skin.
Her whole body shuddered at the contact, a gasp breaking from her lips as her nails dug into his shoulders. Her mind felt hazy, consumed by the way he touched her, the way he made her feel like she was the only thing that mattered in the world.
James’s breath was ragged as he continued, his touch slow and deliberate, his other hand steadying her against the table. “You’re perfect,” he murmured, his voice raw with emotion as he kissed her again, his lips hungry and unrelenting.
Evie clung to him, her body responding to his every touch, every word, her mind spinning with the overwhelming intensity of the moment. There was no room for doubt, no room for hesitation—only him, only them, and the fire they couldn’t seem to extinguish.
James’s breath hitched as he pulled back, his forehead resting against hers for a brief moment.
The weight of what was happening, the electricity crackling between them, seemed to fill the room.
His hands slid from her thighs to his shirt, the sharp movements of his fingers working to undo the buttons with practiced ease.
Evie’s gaze dropped, her breath catching as more of his skin was revealed, inch by inch.
His chest was broad, muscled, and golden under the firelight, each line and contour of his body impossibly perfect.
Her fingers twitched at her sides, aching to touch him, to trace the taut planes of his abdomen, the sculpted muscles of his shoulders.
“Let me,” she whispered, her voice trembling but certain as she reached for him.
James stilled, watching her intently as her hands brushed against his, gently pushing them aside to take over.
Her fingers slid down his chest, undoing the last few buttons and peeling the fabric away from his body.
The shirt slipped to the floor, forgotten, leaving him gloriously bare from the waist up.
Evie’s eyes roamed over him, taking in every detail—the way his muscles flexed as he moved, the faint sheen of sweat on his skin, the ridges and dips that seemed almost carved by divine hands. He looked like a god, powerful and untamed, and the sheer beauty of him left her breathless.
James let out a low groan, his hands moving to her waist as he stepped closer.
“If you keep looking at me like that…” he began, his voice trailing off as his eyes darkened with need.
“What?” she challenged, her lips curving into a small, daring smile.
“You’ll see,” he said, his tone both a promise and a warning.
Her hands moved lower to the waistband of his pants, hesitating for only a moment before undoing the button and sliding the zipper down. She pushed the fabric over his hips, her breath hitching as she revealed more of him, the sheer strength and beauty of his body leaving her in awe.
Once his pants joined the pile of discarded clothing, James stepped out of them, completely bare before her.
Evie’s gaze lingered, her chest rising and falling with quick, shallow breaths as she took him in.
He was all lean muscle and raw power, and the heat in his eyes as he watched her made her heart race.
James leaned down, his hands gripping her thighs as he nudged them apart, positioning himself between her legs. His body pressed against hers, his skin warm and electric, and she gasped softly as his lips found hers again.
The kiss was deep and consuming, and as he held her, she felt completely enveloped by him, by his strength, his heat, his presence. Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, pulling him closer, anchoring him to her as if she couldn’t bear the thought of letting him go.
He guided himself to her, the anticipation electric between them. When he finally thrust into her, they both gasped, the sensation overwhelming, raw, and unfiltered. Evie arched her back, her nails digging into his shoulders as he filled her, the intensity of the moment leaving her breathless.
Their bodies found a rhythm, moving together in perfect sync. Each thrust brought them closer, the tension in the room thick and consuming. Her moans filled the library, soft and breathless, a melody that spurred him on.
James dipped his head, his lips trailing down her neck and over her chest, tasting the curve of her breast as his tongue moved over her skin.
Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as her body responded to his every move.
He kissed her chest, his mouth exploring her skin with reverence, his breath hot against her. His hands gripped her hips, anchoring her as his pace quickened, each movement sending waves of pleasure through her.
The table beneath them creaked softly, but neither of them cared. The world outside the library had ceased to exist; there was only this moment, only them.
“You feel… incredible,” he murmured against her skin, his voice hoarse with emotion as he pressed his lips to her sternum.
Her only response was a soft cry, her head falling back as the sensations overwhelmed her.
Their bodies moved as one, their connection deeper than either of them could have anticipated.
It wasn’t just physical; it was something more, something that left them both vulnerable and exposed in a way they couldn’t ignore.