Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
“Still?” I asked.
“It’s your fault,” James said.
My shivers slowly died down as James held me in bed.
“It’s pretty gross that we got in here without showering after using a public pool,” I said.
“Super gross.”
“But I don’t want to move.”
“Then don’t. I’m not going anywhere.”
Once again, I found myself looking deeper into his words than I probably should have.
I’m not going anywhere.
Except he would.
Eventually, this magical week would end. My sister would get married, or the man I was slowly taking things too far with would sabotage their wedding, ruining Lily’s marriage and dealing the final blow to my career in one, swift, act.
We were racing toward the deep end, and I needed to find a way to pull back.
But God. Why did it all have to feel so damn good?
“Hey, Em?” he asked, voice soft. “Sorry if I got too intense back there. Before we got interrupted.”
My memory instantly flashed back to that moment and the things he’d said.
Warmth pooled between my legs all over again. “It’s okay,” I said quietly. “I… kind of liked it.”
I smiled to myself when I felt him getting hard against my ass.
“Look who’s back,” I teased.
“You’re bad for me,” he said, kissing the back of my shoulder. “So damn bad.”
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. We’re just having fun. We’re just having fun. We’re just having fun.
Despite my valiant efforts, the words still rang hollow in my mind.
19
JAMES
"You're bad for me," I said, pressing my lips to Emma's shoulder. She smelled so good I wanted to keep my face there, breathing her in all night. "So damn bad."
She shifted against me, pushing that perfect ass back until I could feel the heat of her bare skin against mine. The dim starlight from my room’s lone window highlighted the curve of her waist as she propped herself up and looked over her shoulder at me. I could see the faint shape of her breasts and her full lips, which had been driving me crazy with need all damn night.
My hand slid over her hip, pulling her tighter against my aching cock. Three years of wanting her, and now she was in my bed, making those little whimpering sounds that threatened to shatter my control.
"Look who's back," she teased, pressing her ass against me in a way that nearly unraveled the last shreds of my control.
"Can you blame me?" I growled into her ear. "Do you have any idea what you do to me? How many times I've thought about having you like this?"
"Show me."
The words were barely a whisper, but they shot straight through me. I slipped my hand between her thighs, finding her already soaking.
"No penetration," she reminded me breathlessly. “We’re just fooling around. Nothing serious.” Each word came almost as an afterthought, like she was reminding herself as well.
"I remember." I rubbed circles over her clit, loving how she pressed back, seeking more. "Doesn't mean I can't make you scream my name."
She turned in my arms, and fuck, the sight of her nearly undid me. Her hair was wild, lips swollen from our earlier kisses, nipples hard and standing up, practically begging for my mouth. She looked like every fantasy I'd had for the past three years come to life.
When she reached for me, I caught her wrist. "If you touch me, I won't be able to stop."
"Maybe I don't want you to stop." She kissed me hard, all tongue, hot breath, and need.
I pushed her onto her back, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand while the other explored her body. Her breasts fit perfectly in my palm, nipples tightening under my touch as I rolled them between my fingers.
"James," she gasped. "Please..."
"Please what, beautiful?" I kissed the soft skin of her neck and the place beneath her ear, loving how each kiss made her squirm beneath me.
Her nails raked down my back as I released her wrists. "Touch me,” she begged. “Make me come."
I groaned at the sight of her perfect breasts in the moonlight. When I took one nipple in my mouth, she arched off the bed, hands fisting in my hair.
"Oh, God. More," she begged.
I kissed down her stomach. She was fucking perfect—all soft curves and smooth skin that I wanted to taste every inch of.
Starting at her inner thigh, I took my time, kissing and nipping my way up until she was squirming beneath me. The taste of her skin, the way her muscles tensed under my tongue—it was driving me crazy. When I finally reached her center, I paused, breathing hot against her most sensitive spot until she whimpered.
"James, please..."
The first stroke of my tongue drew a moan loud enough to wake the whole floor.
"Shh," I murmured against her. "Unless you want an audience."
"Then stop being so—" Her words dissolved into a gasp as I slipped one finger inside her, then another, curling them exactly how she needed while my tongue worked slow circles around her clit.