Say Yes (Hush, Hush 2)

"If I didn't love the way this dress looked on your body, I would've ripped it off you already." His fingers grasp the zipper and start a slow descent down my spine. James and his dresses. I smile to myself knowing he's about to see my new tattoo.

"You love every dress I wear."

He nods in agreement. "Because you look fucking incredible every time." He lets out a breath. "I can't wait to call you mine forever," he says, then kisses me again.

It must've slipped his mind that I've been his since day one.

The zipper reaches the bottom, and my dress falls in a whoosh at my feet, followed by my slip.

James's palm skims my bare body, creating a trail of warmth through me. He growls and I feel it in his chest. I went without panties or a bra, and he's pleased. As his hand skims up my waist, he stops when he reaches the Saniderm bandage that was placed over my tattoo. James breaks the kiss and pulls back. He turns my body to inspect what he touched. He bends down and moves in closer.

Startling blue eyes land on the delicate ribbon of feathers that decorate the length of my ribs and come up under my arm to cup around my breast. They were detailed with an extra fine needle and look so incredible. Almost real. I almost showed James the moment I got home but I wanted it to be a surprise tonight. Little did I know he had his own surprise planned too.

James angles my body to read the words entwined with the feathers: I love every moment with you.

"I got it for you," I say.

James is quiet. The pad of his index finger carefully moves over the letters I picked out with him in mind.

"When did you do this?"

"Remember when I said I had a gynecologist appointment today?" His eyes lift to mine and he nods. "I lied." His brows raise. "I wanted it to be a surprise for you. I hope you're not upset with me."

James stands to his full height and my heart beats a little faster. His penetrating gaze weakens every nerve in my body and the aura surrounding him gives me chills. With his shoulders pulled back and his chest slightly pronounced, he slips a hand around the small of my back and yanks me to him. His erection strains against my leg.

"Upset? No. I'm fucking turned on by it. You did that for me?" he asks, and I nod. "Does it hurt? Your skin is raised around the outline. You should probably take the plastic off soon."

"It's tender right now. I went to your girl. She said it's going to feel like third-degree burns for the next few days."

"Sweetheart," he says, his hand moving toward the back of my neck, "I want to take a closer look at it and clean it for you, but right now I need to be inside you." His fingers thread through my hair now. His voice is darker, creating a tendril of desire. "I didn't think it was possible for you to be any sexier, but that just put me over the edge." He swallows thickly and I see his Adam's apple bob. "I fucking love it."

James captures my lips with his and plunges his tongue into my mouth. There's a bite to his kiss, a bit of aggression that cranks up the sexual tension between us. My hands move frantically over his chest. It doesn't take long for me to undo the rest of his buttons and remove his shirt, then I'm unbuckling his belt and pulling down his zipper. His kiss deepens as my fingers move over his cock. I purposely trace the length of his shaft to feel him. He's ridiculously hard and my need only intensifies for him.

Suit pants and boxers fall near my dress, then my hand wraps around his erection. My fingers glide softly over the crown of his head a few times. James knows I love to feel how swollen and thick he gets. It's fucking sexy to know his dick stands tall and hard because of me, because of us. There's something about making him feel good that rocks me. I want to take him in my mouth and send him past the clouds so he's out of his mind for me.

I purr into his mouth and feel my heartbeat quicken. Just touching him like this accelerates the desire coursing through me for him. Needy fingers thread my lose curls as James angles his kiss deeper over mine. His need increases and within seconds, he scoops me up into his arms and takes a few steps to the makeshift bed he had made up in front of the fire.

James cradles me gently over the flannel blankets then shifts his body before mine. He's careful not to touch my tattoo. My legs spread wide for him and I raise my arms above my head, my heels dragging down the blankets as he takes in my exposed body. My large breasts lift, and my rosy pink nipples harden from the way he's looking at me, like he's about to slowly devour me until I can't move.

Fuck. Yes.

Grabbing my knees, James roughly glides his palms over my smooth inner thighs to the crease near my hips. Between the pressure building inside of me and the heat of the moment, I don't know how he's able to hold off. I want to jump on top of him and ride him into next week with him pulling my hair to the finish line.

My hips undulate in a sensual flow. I'm not shy in the least and want him to look. His thumbs pull back my pussy lips as he slowly opens me. I watch as his teeth bite into his bottom lip and his eyes lower to slits. I'd give anything to know what's on his mind.

Not wanting to wait another minute, I reach for him.

Cupping his palm to his mouth, James spits in his hand then rubs it over the tip of his shaft. My lips part and my knees fall wider at the simple act that makes my pulse skyrocket. My gaze travels the black ink up the length of his body as he strokes himself a few times, then leans over and positions himself at my entrance.

Looking into my eyes, James places the tip between my swollen folds then closes the distance with his mouth and slides in until he can't get any deeper, kissing me at the same time.

I already know neither of us are in control tonight.

Tonight, we're one.

Tonight, we allow the passion and love we have for each other to take the reins.

Our groans echo around the crackling warmth of the fire. We both hold still, feeling the click between us lock in place. Even our kiss is clutched still.