“Fuck, Gabbi,” he moaned, arching his hips as his fingers tightened on my thighs.
I ran my fingers over the head of his cock. The muscles in his stomach tensed, and he groaned.
It was a heady feeling, having him losing control underneath me. Because of me. It was intoxicating.
My hands moved over him again, eliciting another groan. I was fascinated by how hard he was, yet his skin was so soft. Like steel sheathed in velvet.
I looked up to find his eyes closed. His throat worked, and his muscles tightened with restraint. Seeing him like that sent an ache shooting straight through me.
He allowed me one more stroke before his eyes snapped open, and he rolled us over so that my back was against the bed again.
“Enough,” he growled. His voice was low as he spoke against my mouth. “Can’t have you pushing me closer to the edge than that.”
“How close would that be?” My heart hammered in my ears as he pressed kisses to the tops of my breasts.
“Too close.” His hands moved on my thighs, stroking their way up slowly. Too slowly.
“What if I enjoy testing your limits?” Rational thought fled from my mind as he kissed me.
“Do you?” he asked between kisses. One of his hands tunneled into my hair.
“Do I what?” For the life of me, I couldn’t remember what he’d asked me.
He licked and sucked at the skin on my neck, and I arched my hips. The hand that stroked my thigh needed to be on me. “Enjoy testing my limits.”
“Yes,” I moaned. His erection pressed against my stomach, hot and heavy. I lost my train of thought.
“Why?” he asked. His hand danced up my side.
Why was it moving away from where I needed it to be?
My hips strained against his. I needed friction. Any friction. He drew away just enough to deny it.
“James,” I pleaded.
Suddenly, his palm pressed to my sex. “Damn, you’re soaked.”
His eyes fluttered closed. I should’ve been embarrassed, but as always when I was with James, I couldn’t bring myself to feel anything but desperation. If he didn’t touch me soon, I wouldn’t be accountable for my actions.
“If you want me to touch you, you’re going to have to tell me why you enjoy testing me.” His finger grazed my clit. I nearly combusted.
I bucked my hips against his hand, but he moved with me. He wasn’t going to budge on this.
Okay, damn. If he was going to insist on an answer, I had to force myself to focus. It took everything I had. “Because a guy like you shouldn’t want a girl like me. I can’t believe that I can affect you like that.”
His hands moved swiftly to my ass, and he tugged me against him. His cock pressed right where I needed him to be. I moaned.
“You are fucking exquisite, Gabrielle. Never doubt that.” He rubbed his rock-hard shaft against me. “Feel that. That is how much you affect me. Even when I’m not around you, if I think about you, I’m hard. So hard that it fucking hurts.”
He punctuated each word with a glide of his shaft against my seam. His head hit my clit over and over again. Thoughts scattered from my mind, being flung to four corners of the globe at the sensations. Already, the tension was building, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more.
“But—” I started.
His hips kept moving as he punctuated his next words with kisses. “No, Gabrielle. This.” Kiss. “Is what you do to me.” Kiss. “You’re fucking beautiful.” Kiss. “You’re the sexiest fucking girl I’ve ever met.”
He made me feel beautiful as he worshipped my body, claiming my mouth with possessive, hungry kisses.
“Are you on birth control?” he groaned against my ear, his breathing coming in ragged pants.