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.
What? He wants to go bare? “Yes.”
“I’m clean. We get tested all the time.” He shifted between my legs, positioning himself at my entrance.
“So am I.”
“Thank God. I need to get inside that tight pussy of yours right fucking now. You okay with that?”
“Please.” I was not beyond begging if that was what it took. There was nothing in the world that I wanted more than to feel him inside me with nothing between us.
He gripped the back of my neck with one hand and looked deeply into my eyes. Then he thrust home.
We both cried out.
He began to move with sure, steady strokes that hit exactly where I needed them. His hips kept a perfect rhythm, and his muscles locked as he kept moving. Stroking me higher and higher until I felt the edge approaching.
“Fuck, Gabbi. You’re so perfect. So fucking tight. So wet. It’s like you were made for me.” His mouth pushed me closer to the edge as I rocked against him, meeting his thrusts as he reached down and pressed his thumb against my clit.
“Let me feel you come for me, Gabrielle.” His eyes begged me as he rubbed his thumb in a circle, increasing the pressure until it was so perfect that I flew over the edge in a flash of beautiful white light.
My fingers dug into his hips as I screamed his name, riding out waves of the most intense pleasure that I’d ever felt.
I felt him tense above me, in me as he let out a long, low groan and growled my name and came inside me.
He held me until our breathing calmed and our heart rates returned to normal. Then he rolled off me, taking me with him and pulling me flush against his side. My head rested on his outstretched arm as his eyes raked over me.
My eyelids felt heavy. I’d never felt so exhausted or so alive in my life.
“You okay?” Always so attentive. He tangled his hand in my hair and wrapped both arms around me.
“I’m fine.” I burrowed into his chest, tracing the lines that my fingertips found there. “I think you wore me out pretty good.”
He pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “You complaining?”
“Never, I’m just warning you that I might fall asleep.” I stifled a yawn. My limbs felt like jelly, and a feeling of deep relaxation had settled over me.
Sex with him had been explosive and delicious from day one, the best I’d ever had by leaps and bounds, but that night felt different. Better. More intense. I didn’t know what it was, but it felt like something had changed.
“I should probably get going soon, then.” His muscles flexed as if he was preparing to move.
“Or you could stay,” Please say yes.
I suddenly wanted nothing more than to fall asleep with his heart beating in my ear and his strong arms wrapped around me. I wanted to wake up to him with sleepy eyes and tousled hair.
“Yeah? I’d like that.” His hand snaked
to my bedside lamp, and he flicked it off. Moonlight filtered in through the open window. I studied his profile as his chest rose and fell. He looked down at me, a small smile playing on his lips. Not his usual confident smirk.
“Goodnight, Gabrielle,” he said against my hair, his voice low and growing sleepy.
I lay there studying his profile for another long moment, memorizing every plane of his face. Then, it hit me. I knew what had changed.
I was falling for James. Hard. And I had absolutely no idea if he was going to catch me.
Chapter Nineteen