“Where is it then, your list?”
“I didn’t really write it down,” she said with a confused frown at the idea that he might have been serious about their lists.
“Why not? Mine is in my suitcase. I wrote everything down.”
“You didn’t?” she asked with amusement.
“I did.” He ran his hand down her outer thigh possessively. “If you don’t have yours I’d better add that to my list and I’ll just have to rely on memory for what should have been on yours. Now shall we move onto the next topic for discussion, or...”
“Or?”
“Or, we could work on your self-restraint and discipline.” He wiggled his brows as he rolled over so she was pinned beneath him.
She grinned up at him, more than happy to find herself under his weight. “Or you could just fuck me.”
“That is now added to my list too and I may need my attorney to start work on that pre-nup, honey. You really do like to make life hard for yourself, don’t you?”
“I like to make you hard.” She reached down to find his fresh arousal.
“You want to play?” he asked, licking his lips.
“Always, James.”
“This is not for you, understand?”
She nodded. “Only for you.”
“Good girl.” His lips found hers and their conversation ended.
Chapter 39
Tasha was sitting in front of the dressing table in the bedroom on a stool wearing only her black satin robe and a towel around her head. She had put her make up on, browns and creams and was ready to dry her hair when Jim appeared behind her wearing only a towel around his waist. He bent down and kissed her gently on the cheek.
“You okay, baby?” He allowed a hand to slide into her robe and gently cupped her breast.
“I’m fine, thank you. A little hypersensitive and in need of relief.” She leaned back against him and gave him greater access to her naked body.
“Did you enjoy the shower?” He dropped his head down and nuzzled her ear and neck.
“Hmmm, until you insisted it was time to get clean not dirty.” She smiled.
“Well I think we were both dirty enough, don’t you?”
“No, not really.”
He laughed and then dropped to his knees so that he was eye to eye with her as she turned to face him. “I did warn you that this was how it would be, didn’t I? And you are nowhere near the crying stage, although I don’t think your begging is far off.” His hands slid up her outer thighs and gripped her hips firmly.
He gently pulled her forward to the edge of the seat and licked his lips salaciously.
“James,” she began to protest.
“Ssh, I know you’ve missed my lips and my tongue and I need to taste you again, properly. Open your legs, baby.”
She looked at him and considered saying no. She was so close already and whenever he touched her there with his tongue, his lips, it drove her wild. She loved when he made her come this way, but he wasn’t planning on making her come. She knew that. They both knew that.
“Tasha, open your legs. Let me taste you, honey, or I could take you back to bed and fuck you every way I know and we will be needing the Prada bag, but you still won’t come, not yet. So, open, now.”
He stared at her darkly and as much as she thought she should feel fear or apprehension at that expression, she didn’t. That look made her feel centred and with that a sense of ease washed over her. With her legs loosened, she allowed them to fall apart.
