Chapter 10 #2
He hummed against the damp cotton between his mouth and her flesh, one of his hands sliding down the side of her body until he was cupping her bottom. He used his grip and the weight of his body to hold her still as she moved restlessly.
“Ah!” she gasped, wondering if she was going to come just from his mouthing her breast. She was afraid if she let go of the headboard she might shatter completely.
He hummed again, the vibrations causing her to arch up and hook her legs around his thighs.
Then she felt his hand move again. He palmed her groin, and he must have felt how hot she was, even through the fabric of her pajamas.
She rubbed herself against his hand, exhaling in pleasure at the feeling.
Then his hand was gone, and he moved at her urging, moving above her and kissing her again.
She clung to him, wanting him so much it felt like she could swallow him whole. He smelled like James, the warm male scent heightened by the heat and weight of his body and his urgency.
As they kissed, he started to pull down her pants and panties until she was able to kick them off.
In the meantime James rid himself of his pajamas, and she spread her legs for him, pulling him into position between them.
He wasted time by slipping his hand down to finger her, checking to see if she was ready.
Her spine arched in pleasure when he stroked her arousal, sliding two fingers inside her.
He gave a low grunt that made her shiver.
Her thighs tightened around him instinctively, her hips bucking up in response to his caress.
Soon her whimpers transformed to wordless pleas as the pleasure threatened to drive her crazy.
She let go of the headboard, which she’d been clinging to again, and reached to grab him low on the back.
She clawed at his ass and was rewarded when he pulled back his hand and braced himself on one elbow above her.
Reaching to the front of his body, she found his erection and something thrilled inside her at how hard he was. He wanted her. Her. Rose. She stroked him, thrilling again when he sucked in a quick breath in response.
She pulled back as he reached into his nightstand drawer to grab a condom like he had the other night. She took it from him and rolled it on, and then she tried to guide him into position. He reached down with his free hand to help her, lining up the tip as she spread her thighs further apart.
She cried out softly as he pitched his hips forward, pushing the hard length of his erection into her.
Rose bent up her knees, drawing him in even deeper, and she heard him grunt again. He was breathing heavily above her—the texture of his urgent pants matching her own.
Then he adjusted until his forearms were folded beneath her shoulders, holding her in a kind of embrace. She wrapped her arms around him and squirmed, the tight pressure of his flesh inside her only feeding her desperate need.
He began to thrust then, a tight, urgent expression on his face. He started slowly and evenly, but his steady rhythm didn’t last.
Rose squeezed him with her arms, her thighs, and her inner muscles, huffing out eager sounds of pleasure and frustration. James jerked his head to the side instead of devouring her with his gaze as he’d been doing before.
He was midstroke when Rose’s hands lowered again to his ass, her fingernails digging into the firm flesh there. He grunted and fell out of rhythm, driving into her in a short sequence of fast, clumsy thrusts.
The unexpected friction felt so good that Rose choked out a breathless sound, her head tossing against the pillow and her eyes closing.
Then James jerked to a sudden halt, still buried inside her. He breathed in ragged gasps through his nose, and his body was so hot it burned her wherever they touched.
They were touching everywhere.
Rose understood he was having trouble keeping control, but she was quickly approaching climax and she couldn’t be patient.
She pumped her pelvis, causing lush friction. She squeezed as hard as she could around the tight penetration, trying to silently urge him to move.
He rasped out an inarticulate noise—so desperate and primal she thought she might come just from the sound of it.
Then he started to thrust again, no longer steady and controlled.
His thrusts were hard, fast, and uneven, and his face lowered to the crook of her neck until he was panting against her throat.
More of his weight was resting on her now and it felt so good she wanted to melt. Her nipples were chafing against his chest, and she could feel his hair against her chin, his knotted muscles beneath her hands, the hair on his thighs against the smooth skin on hers.
Despite his own urgency, James must have sensed her need. He angled his hips so she got some hard pressure on her throbbing clit.
She could feel him try to slow down, try to sustain his control. His whole body was so tight it was shaking, and he was now sucking down large gulps of air. She could both hear and feel his panting against the pulse in her neck.
She didn’t want him to control himself. She wanted him to let go.
She rode him from below until he made a guttural sound of desperation and then released the control he’d been struggling for.
He drove into her fast and hard. She could feel his ass move beneath her hands. He was huffing now in time with his rhythm, and she knew it wouldn’t be long before he came.
With that knowledge, her orgasm came hard and unexpected.
One minute she was rocking, pumping, trying to match his motion.
And the next minute she was slammed with waves of intense pleasure, the sensations spiraling out to overwhelm her whole body.
She bit her lip hard to keep from crying out, and her body convulsed beneath James’s weight, pulling him into climax himself.
He made one more rasping sound—one that sounded like he was baring his teeth against her neck. Then he froze, his body tightened like a coil.
His release was hard and visceral. He reared up on straightened arms, his pelvis jerking clumsily against hers.
Her eyes were adjusted to the dark enough now that she saw his face change as he came, the tension transforming into a wash of pleasure and relief.
Her thighs were tight around him as she felt him come.
She loved how he collapsed over her afterward, all his weight suddenly pushing her into the mattress.
She clung to him as tightly as he was clinging to her. His body was still scorching, but it was relaxed now.
She loved him so much. There was no way she could possibly deny it. And it felt like he was feeling something for her too.
Maybe he wasn’t regretting what they’d done. Maybe he wanted things to change between them just like she did.
She was just starting to get uncomfortable under his hot, sweaty heaviness when he raised his head from her neck. Her skin was wet from the moisture of his mouth.
He looked down on her, and she was sure he was about to tell her something important.
She waited for it, her heart as full as it had ever been.
Instead of speaking he kissed her.
She responded. She couldn’t help it. Then his phone rang from his nightstand.
It was very late for a call, and he pulled away from her slightly and fumbled to get it.
“What the—” He muttered when he looked at the screen.
He was rolling off her now and sitting up. “Genevieve? What the hell do you want?”
Rose gasped when she realized who was calling. Her heart dropped strangely without even knowing why.
She’d known very well things were ending too easily with Genevieve. She wasn’t the kind of woman to give up on something she wanted as much as she’d wanted James.
“Calm down,” James was saying. “I can’t understand what you’re saying.”
The buzz of the voice on the other end of the line was high-pitched and incoherent as Rose tried to listen.
“I’m sure it’s not as bad as you—” Again James must have been cut off.
“Okay. Okay. Calm down. Isn’t there someone there you can—”
Rose had no idea what was happening, but it was clear Genevieve was lodging some sort of emergency and expecting James to help.
Maybe the emergency was real, but Rose wouldn’t put it past the other woman to make something up as part of a plan.
Genevieve wanted James back. Rose was almost breathless, waiting to hear what James would do.
Obviously if someone was really in trouble, Rose didn’t want James to completely ignore her, but there were ways of dealing with something like this without running to her rescue.
She prayed James wasn’t going to run to Genevieve’s rescue. That would be a clear sign that Rose wasn’t—and would never be—a priority.
“Okay,” James said, sounding tired, drained. “Just calm down. Give me a minute. Of course I’m going to take care of it. I just need to get to my computer.”
And that was it.
This was the sign she needed.
The obvious reason for him to need a computer was for him to book a flight. Genevieve was in Vegas, after all, and he was jumping at her call.
What Rose wanted was never going to happen, and it would be stupid to keep hoping that it would.
This was over.
She would have to leave.
She couldn’t be his nanny anymore—not when she wanted him to be so much more.