Again the tension was building between her thighs. Already, she was convulsing around his rigid length. Each breath expelled with a breathless cry. “Yes, yes, yes.” Each thrust met with burgeoning approval. “Oh, Jamie, yes!”
* * *
James pumped into Prim’s welcoming depths, taken aback by the force of her passion. And by his own. He couldn’t go deep enough. Hard enough. Fast enough. Every part of him cried out with the fierce primal call to pour himself into her. A frenzy of need. Yet, he didn’t want the magnificence of possessing her to end. Couldn’t stand for it to be over.
She shattered beneath him. Her sweet flesh milking him as she convulsed around him. His body begged for him to slacken his lust, to give in now that she’d found paradise.
But the moment was too sweet. He stilled, throbbing painfully within her, as her cries of rapture faded to soft whimpers. She panted against his neck, clinging to him as if he held the world in his hands.
James rather thought he did.
He stroked a hand up the supple length of her and cupped her cheek, smoothed back the tangle of silky brown hair from her brow. Bending his head, he kissed her tenderly, absorbing her bewitching sigh of repletion.
Then he began to move again, gliding slowly into her pulsating depths. He wished he could be within her, skin against skin, but the condom was necessary. While he was willing to persuade her into marriage by any means, he wasn’t willing to force her by circumstance. It had to be her choice, especially when she’d had so few.
But even the rubber barrier couldn’t bar him from relishing the sensation of her softness.
“Jamie?”
He could hear the question but had no answer as to why he hadn’t spent himself during the heights of their lustful passion that he could share with her. How would she respond if he said he didn’t want to lose himself like an animal? That he didn’t want it to be just about the hunger? That he hadn’t wanted it to end?
Gads, she’d think him as much a fool as he thought himself. It was just sex. Bloody good sex. But that was all.
Laughing silently, James wrapped an arm beneath Prim and lifted her against him as he thrust into her again. Nuzzling her lips with tender kisses, he made love to her with his whole body, fondling her breasts, savoring the sensual rub of their bodies as much as the soft flesh caressing him each time he moved within her.
Each breath came with the rhythm of his every languorous thrust, each released with a moan of exhilaration. Within moments, Prim’s low gasps matched his. Her limbs tangled with his as she cradled his head in her arms. “Oh, God…Jamie, yes,” she crooned in his ear, making his blood boil once again.
This time his body demanded release. Her weeping sighs and hot core pushed him to the brink. Her arms stiffened around him, her thighs locked. Her body drawn tight.
“Oh, Jamie,” she sobbed. “It’s so…so…”
She didn’t finish. He wished she could, but he thought he knew what it was. He watched her as she came. Her flushed face, dewy eyes, and full lips. So lovely. Passion peaked so poignantly, aching as if his entire body was being held in its grip, before he was flung from the precipice and tossed into oblivion with a jubilant roar of satisfaction.
CHAPTER 29
Each time you happen to me all over again.
~ Edith Whartonfrom The Age of Innocence
She’d never imagined anything like it. James watching her, eyes glinting with triumph and something else as she shattered from the force of his tender lovemaking. She watched him in turn as he exploded with a heartfelt groan.
She’d never forget the look on his face, tormented and ecstatic, before he’d gathered her tightly against his huge body and fallen straight away to sleep.
Prim could not sleep. As drained as her body was from the unexplainable bliss he’d brought her three times, her mind would not rest. She documented every moment, memorizing every detail.
His thickly muscled arms encircled her, though his tight hold slackened as he fell deeper into sleep. Prim wrapped her hands around his bicep, marveling at the circumference. She was an average woman, neither petite nor tall, but the width and breadth of his chest more than doubled hers. His thighs were almost as big around as her waist, yet he held her with such tenderness and care.
Her world, which so often felt tilted on its axis since Fletcher’s death, seemed righted. Secure. What would it be like to be held thus every night? To have this all the time?
Prim shook her head, driving away the thought. Was she so typically female that intimacy drove her to neediness?
That she didn’t need a man in any fashion would have to become her new mantra if she were to combat her fascination with Jamie. It was either that or dissolve their bargain to avoid further attachment. It would not do to fall in love with him.
Even if she’d already dipped a toe into that particular pool.
Prim wasn’t fool enough to think she would be here, naked in his arms, if she hadn’t fallen for him at least a little already. Though how she wasn’t supposed to adore a man who showed her such encouragement and confidence, Prim wasn’t quite certain.
She would miss him when it was all over. Her heart would weep, but it wouldn’t break, she assured herself. How could it when she had no expectations from him at all?
