“What do you want, April?”
She lets out a slow breath, squaring her shoulders. “You. I want you, James.”
“Finally,” I growl, stepping closer.
“Wait,” she whispers, raising her hands between us, and I halt.
Her turbulent eyes pierce into mine, and I lift my brows, waiting for her next words.
“Is this a bad idea? What about Lucas?” she asks, her voice so small I almost miss it.
The black cloud hovering over us is suffocating, but the pull towards her is irresistible, and I’m drawn into the impending storm.
Heat thrums between us, and the restraint I’d clung onto snaps.
“Fuck it,” I grit out, grabbing her face in a fierce hold as our mouths crash together.
Chapter 26
James
The kiss is raw and frantic—full of pent-up desire and everything we’ve been holding back. It’s ravenous, like we’ve both been starving for this moment. We’re a tangle of hands and lips—desperate, unapologetic. She claws at my back, pulling me hard against her, and presses her body tightly to mine. Her lips are soft and pliable, and her subtle, sweet taste lures me in further. Our heavy breaths mingle as she opens to let me in.
I trace my tongue along hers, eliciting a moan that reverberates through me, sending a jolt of desire straight to my cock. I slide my hand around the back of her neck, up and into her hair. As I reach her scrunchie, I slowly pull her locks free, feeling the silky strands fall through my fingers. I wrap the tresses around my wrist and give them a firm tug, deepening the angle. My other hand trails down her neck, desperate to explore the warmth of her skin. I reach her breasts, grazing my fingers over the thin fabric of her top.
I stroke her nipple with my thumb, tugging it between my fingers until she gasps, and I repeat the motion.
Breaking the kiss, I pull back slightly to meet her heavy-lidded gaze.
“Is there lace under this?”
She nods.
This woman will be my undoing. My cock twitches as my fingers leisurely trace down the sides of her top, reaching the hem.
“Is this okay?”
“Yes,” she says.
Slowly, I roll the fabric up, revealing her soft, ivory skin. Her breasts are held in place by the sexiest black lace. I groan, taking in the sight of her perfect tits and rosy nipples through the material. Not too big, not too small.Perfect.
I watch her hands as they trail down the front of her body at a maddeningly slow pace. When her fingers graze the waistband of her joggers, she tugs them down over her hips before kicking them away. Standing before me, she’s a vision. A natural flush spreads across her cheeks, and her lips are swollen and glistening from our kiss. Her long hair tumbles over her shoulders, dishevelled and gorgeous.
Nothing has ever been so perfect.
She steps forward and reaches for the hem of my jumper. I watch in fascination as she begins to undress me. As she lifts the fabric, her fingertips graze my skin, leaving a trail of ashes in their wake. I lift my arms to help her, pulling the jumper over my head and dropping it behind me. Her fingers move with purpose as she loosens the drawstrings of my joggers. She pulls at the waistband, and they fall, my cock already straining under the fabric of my briefs.
We stand face-to-face, stripped down to our undergarments. I feel I’m studying something sacred—every inch of her is moulded to perfection, like living artwork. I step forward and pull her in for another bruising kiss, pressing my erection against her stomach. She loops one arm around my neck, while the other hand trails down to my cock and begins rubbing me.I moan and my cock jerks against her touch, releasing a bead of precum.
“James,” she says against my mouth.
A grunt is my only response.
“I need more,” she pleads.
Without hesitation, I slide my hands behind her thighs to lift her. She gasps, clapping her legs around my torso. Her hips start to move, grinding feverishly against my cock. Her warm pussy presses into me, and I can feel how drenched she is through the fabric separating us.
I need to feel her,tasteher.
