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“Good,” I said, kissing her quickly as I moved her arms to wrap around my neck. “Then lock your ankles.”
CHAPTER9
Anne
I’d never wrapped my legs around a man so fast in all my life. The demand in Jim’s tone was enough to have me liquid again, and he’d just made me come.
With hismouth.
Usually, I was the one to take the reins. Even in a drunken stupor, I had to control everything. It was my way of keeping myself safe.
But not here.
Not with him.
I trusted him down to the very core of my being, and it was freeing to hand myself over to him and know without a doubt he’d take care of me.
“Good girl,” he said, and a drop of pure, melted honey slid down my spine at the praise. He hauled me off the kitchen island without effort, spinning us as he walked through his home, and up the stairs to what I quickly realized was his bedroom.
I told him I wasn’t nervous, and when he asked moments ago, that was the truth. But now, as he laid me on his bed with such tenderness I wanted to cry, the butterflies from earlier were back. I wasn’t lying when I said I couldn’t remember the last time I had sex—not fully, anyway. Everything was coated in a film of alcohol, and without it, I could feel everything in high definition.
Every touch.
Every kiss.
Every graze of his fingers over my sensitive skin.
My body reacted for him in a way it never had for anyone else, anddamndid I love the way it felt.
I scooted backward on the bed as he climbed atop it, stalking toward me like a predator would its prey. But not one inch of me felt unsafe, and that was refreshing in a way I couldn’t articulate. I wanted him to know how much this meant to me, how much he meant to me, but I couldn’t possibly find the right words.
So, I decided to show him.
He laughed as I pounced, using my legs to urge him to flip over on his back. It was my turn to take my time eying his body, which was tons of corded muscle under smooth skin. Sweet heavens, he looked like all he did in his spare time was work out.
I trailed my fingers over a couple of tattoos scrawled over his chest, the black whorls of ink a beautiful kind of abstract artwork. I replaced the exploration with my mouth, kissing my way down his chest, the hard ridges of his abdomen, until I hooked my fingers in his black boxer-briefs and slid them down his legs.
Holy. Shit.
My entire body flushed with anticipation at the sight of his cock springing free of the material. He was big, so big I knew it would hurt so damn good before I adjusted to him.
“James,” I said, my lips parting. We had only ever done PG-13 stuff when we were teenagers, so I had no idea what I was in store for here. This…wow.
I wrapped my fingers around his cock, delighting in the warm silkiness as I stroked him up and down. He hissed, lifting his hips to rock into my hand, and I lowered my head, smiling up at him before I flicked my tongue over his head.
“Fuck,” he groaned, arching his head back against the pillows.
I trailed my tongue up and down his shaft before sucking the tip of his cock into my mouth.
“Anne,” he growled as I sucked and pumped him at the same time.
He was far too big to take all the way in, but I did my best as I bobbed up and down on him. A little thrill burst down my spine at every sound he made, every clench of his muscles as I did my best to show him how much he meant to me, to show him I wanted him just as much as he wanted me.
“Fuck, baby,” he said, his fingers flying to my hair as I upped my pace, humming slightly around him in response. “I need you up here,” he said, if not demanded as he gently tugged at my hair.
I drew back, licking my lips as I crawled up his delicious body to settle over him. I stayed up on my knees, straddling him just enough that I could grip him between us. “You need me here?” I asked, my voice emboldened by the position I was in. I dragged his slick head through my heat, rewarded by his groan.
“Fuck,” he said, gripping my hips. “Yes. Do that again.”
