For the first time, I allowed myself to maybe believe that he had been telling the truth. I knew how big of a deal it was for him to have a woman over to his house. Even if it didn’t seem like Harper was there.
God, I hoped she wasn’t, given that we were locked in an entirely inappropriate embrace, lips moving together like we were trying to devour one another right there in his kitchen.
I broke the kiss, speaking against his lips. I couldn’t bring myself to move too much further away from him. “Harper?”
“Not here. Won’t be for hours.” His mouth crashed into mine. The tip of his tongue traced my lips. I opened for him. Our tongues stroked and danced and explored like we’d never kissed before.
We had never kissed like this before, though. It was like I could feel his love for me radiating from his every pore. His kisses grew harder. Hungrier.
I responded with equal passion. I needed him. Now. I needed our bodies to become one, just as our hearts were.
My hands traced the hard lines of his chest, his toned stomach, falling to the edge of his shirt. I reached underneath it, running my fingers along the waistband of his jeans.
He groaned. The sound was music to my ears. I loved it. I needed more of it. I repeated the action. He tightened his grip on my hair, his fingers digg
ing into my hip. My hips rocked against his.
He was as hard as the kitchen island he pressed me into. I gasped at the contact. The delicious friction.
I rocked against him. Again and again. Bursts of pleasure shot through me at each pass of my crotch against his.
“Enough.” His voice was low, raspy, commanding. A shiver shot down my spine, straight to my core. God, it was sexy when he spoke like that.
His lips were inches from mine. His eyes hooded with desire, pupils dilated with want.
For me. My sex clenched. The ache building between my legs was becoming unbearable.
“James,” I whimpered.
“Right there with you, babe.” I wanted him so much that I didn’t bother calling him out on the babe thing. He could call me whatever he wanted, as long as he was inside me soon.
He scooped me into his arms and carried me through his house, bridal style. His eyes never left mine.
We reached what I assumed was his bedroom. He set me down gently on a gigantic bed covered in forest green sheets.
He crawled onto the bed with me, caging me with his body. I loved it. I loved the way he looked at me like I’d hung the stars, like I had the answer to every question he’d ever had. He kissed me deeply, his weight sinking us deeper into the mattress.
His lips moved from mine to my jawline, kissing a path down my neck, my collarbone, and my chest. He slid down my body to kneel at my feet. His heated gaze sent sparks flying through me as he undid the straps of my sandals, pressing a kiss to each foot as he released it.
He tugged his shirt over his head and made quick work of his own shoes, letting it all fall from the bed without a care in the world.
My entire body hummed with need. I ached to reach up. To touch to the incredibly hard planes of his torso, but the intensity that shone in his eyes kept me pinned to the bed, watching in fascination as he moved.
My eyes followed his hands to the button on his jeans. I nearly panted as it popped open. Zipper. Unzipped. His jeans fell to the floor. Someone moaned as he stepped out of them. It barely registered that it was me.
I was completely enraptured by the practically naked Adonis that still devoured me with his eyes. I had never felt so wanted. So sexy. So beautiful. And I was still wearing all my clothes.
James reached for the button on my shorts. My skin burned where his fingers made contact with it. He moved slowly. Too slowly.
I lifted my hips helpfully. A devilish, knowing smirk played on lips, but his eyes still burned into mine, like he could see all the way to my soul.
He rolled my shorts and my underwear off in one fluid movement. His breath caught as the scent of my arousal hit his nostrils. His eyes fluttered closed, breaking eye contact for the first time. He breathed deeply and groaned. “God, Gabrielle.”
His reaction set fire to my veins. My sex throbbed.
His eyes met mine again. I didn’t think it would be possible, but they shone with even more intensity than before. Between his eyes and his voice, I was quite convinced that I would come before he even touched me.
He reached for my shirt, unhooking each button like he was unwrapping a cherished gift. He was taking his sweet time about it, too.