“A couple?”
“If you’re okay with that?” My heart pounds and I feel ridiculous—like a nervous teenager asking their crush out for the first time.
She grins and her eyes warm. “I’m okay with that.”
“Good.”
April’s face mirrors what I feel in my chest, her face whimsical as she waves her hand between us. “So … this is really happening?”
Fuck, yes, this is really happening. I brush my nose against her head. “You’re in my blood now, April. Every song I play, I hear you in it. I feel you in the spaces between every word I speak. No one’s ever affected to me like this. Being aroundyou, feeling this way … it’s as natural as breathing. I can’t close my eyes without seeing your face or hearing your voice. You’re under my skin, April. So yeah. This is really happening.”
I squeeze her tighter as her deep blue eyes lock on mine. That look. Right there. The happiness, the softness, the joy and utter delight in her eyes. I wish I could capture it, frame it, and hold on to it forever.
The rest of the world falls away as I pull her closer, my hands eager to worship all of her.
Chapter 38
April
“Our coffee’s getting cold.” I giggle, watching James’s hands glide down the front of my bathrobe, his fingers gently tugging at the belt around my waist, slowly unravelling it.
“We can always make more.”
He eases the soft fabric apart, exposing my naked body. My nipples harden into taut peaks. My back bows, seeking his touch. His rough fingers trace over my bare breasts, teasing the sensitive skin before clamping my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, drawing a cry from my lips. A rush of heat pools at my core. I’m already wet and aching for him.
He takes his time, pinching and kneading my breasts, and I squirm against him, desperate for relief. Formore. My breath comes in shallow and uneven pants.
“Fuck, James.”
His voice drops to a low, gravelly murmur, “Do you like that?”
“Yes,” I breathe, grinding my hips, seeking friction.
I feel him smile against my ear. One of his hands drifts lower, gliding down my abdomen until he reaches my slick centre, and I feel him harden against my back. He runs a finger through myslit, and I hear his rough exhale. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he says, as he raises his hand to study his glistening fingers. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
“What do I do?” I whisper, knowing full well what I do to him.
He presses his erection into me. “This.”
I catch his wrist, lowering it to my centre again, and he rewards me with a slow, teasing stroke from my entrance to my clit, where he stops to circle. A low whimper escapes me, relieved to feel his touch exactly where I need it most.
“Yes,” I coax him on, and he obliges.
“Is this what you do to yourself? When you’re alone? When you think about me?” His other hand trails down to dip two thick fingers inside me, curling them to find that perfect spot.
“Yes,” I moan loudly, completely shameless, and he groans in response when he feels my sex clench around him. “Just like that.”
“Fuck, you’re such a sexy little thing,” he says.
He keeps working me, thrusting and curling his fingers just right while his other hand teases my clit. I pant as the heat gathers low in my belly, but he doesn’t let up. He continues edging me. The wet sounds of his fingers working me only spur me on, and I can feel my juices seeping into the fabric of the sofa beneath me. I whimper, hips rocking, desperately chasing my release.
Stars dance across my vision as I shatter, waves of warmth crashing through me in rough pulses. My body shakes under his touch, shuddering as my orgasm tears through me. I grip his forearms, desperate to hold on to something as cries spill from my lips. His fingers slow, matching the pulse of my release, ringing out every last tremor until I feel completely spent.
He slowly pulls his wet fingers from me. I turn in his arms, wide-eyed as I watch him lift those slick fingers to his mouth,sucking them clean. His pupils dilate, and a low, guttural groan escapes him.
“Fuck, April,” he murmurs. “You taste so fucking good.”
I push myself off the couch, my heart pounding in my chest as I drop to my knees before him. My robe hangs open and the air brushes over my wet centre. I nudge his legs apart, settling into the space between them. He watches as I untuck the towel from his waist and part it.
