“I understand your point. You take Abby with you so if there’s anything or anyone that poses a threat to you she can raise the alarm.” Jim immediately regretted letting his guard down and revealing the fact that he still felt there was a threat posed when he saw the alarmed expression on her face. “Baby, I’m just being overcautious and super control freak, you know that, right?”
“I don't know, I guess so, but what if they never find Mickie, or stop looking, the police? They might do that. They won’t look forever, will they? And then what? I have an armed guard permanently at my side?” Her questions were laced with fear that saw her beginning to panic as she tried to imagine working and living her life with Mickie or whoever else she may have paid still at large.
“Hey,” soothed Jim, turning her face back so she was looking up at him again. “That's not how this turns out, baby, but we need to think it through, and I will, okay?” He leaned in to kiss her gently on the lips.
“I know you'll do what you can—”
He interrupted her with a kiss. He kissed her into silence before he spoke again. “Trust me, okay?” he asked seriously.
“Yes,” she whispered nervously as she realised they were both still naked and he was aroused again.
“I will do everything that can be done to keep you safe and to see Mickie behind bars alongside your father, okay?”
She nodded.
“You’re my lucky seven, baby. Forever.” His words were heartfelt and his tone grew husky with desire.
“Forever.” She repeated his own word recalling that until she’d met Jim she hadn’t truly imagined an actualforever, especially not one that was wrapped up in one person, but now it couldn’t be wrapped up in anyone else.
She could feel him nudging against her sex and as scared as she was thinking of Mickie, her dad and her own safety, she wanted to forget about it for a while and get lost in Jim, again.
“James,” she moaned as she wrapped her legs around him and encouraged him closer, urged him in.
“We still need to look at your work schedule, Tasha. We need not to be on opposite sides of the Atlantic for extended periods,” he told her as he gently entered her and began to rock against her slowly.
“Oh yes,” she said answering his question and encouraging him at the same time.
“You like that?” he asked, teasing her with his movements rather than his words.
“Yes. Touch me,” she almost begged and was rewarded with a wicked grin.
“Where baby, tell me,” he encouraged her.
“Kiss me,” she moaned as he rocked against her more firmly before rotating his hips against her.
Leaning in and capturing her mouth was his response. His tongue slid between her open lips and overpowered her own tongue until she was whimpering into his mouth. His kisses deepened until she was breathless and his lips moved across her mouth, jaw, neck and throat.
“Please, James,” she called to him.
“What, Tasha? Tell me what you want.” It was his words doing the teasing now.
“Lower, move lower.” A flush crept up her cheeks. She still had no idea how he made her do this.
Pushing his head down until his mouth was over her left breast, she rolled her eyes in response to him smiling at her.
“Ah, I see, you only had to ask, honey.” He grinned. “Ask me, Tasha, ask for what you want,” he tormented as he loitered over her breast, poised and paused waiting for her instruction.
“Kiss me, lick me, please,” she cried desperate for his co-operation.
“Where baby?” He brushed his nose across her hard, aching, puckered nipple.
“My nipples, please.” She almost sobbed and then as his lips closed around the hard nugget while his hand cupped the full, milky coloured flesh around it she shuddered violently.
Pulling back to admire the results of his work he turned his attention to the other one until she was bucking beneath and against him as every nerve end in her body went onto high alert waiting for her release to wash over her and as it crested closer she could barely think straight until Jim returned his mouth to her face where he nuzzled against her ear while her arms wrapped around his back that her nails were scraping against his skin.
“Not yet, Tasha, wait,” he whispered huskily.
“I don't think I can,” she replied, suddenly hoarse.
