I shift onto my back, and a small sigh seeps out of me as I take in his sleepy face minus his glasses. I bring my hand up to straighten where his hair has turned into riotous curls overnight.
“Why wouldn’t I want to, though?” I laugh as I put my hand on his bare chest, and my fingers trail down over his hard pecs and miles of smooth skin. “I have all this right here.”
He laughs. “Yeah, you don’t need to butter me up. I know I’m no super stud. I’m a skinny guy who wears glasses.”
What is he talking about? His long, lean body, blue eyes, and ... “You do realize that all the girls in the office have a total crush on you.”
He grins at me. “Shame I’m spoken for.”
Spoken for? “Well, for now.” It slips out without thinking. Would he really be happy with me long term?
He frowns. “What do you mean ‘for now’?”
Oh God, I shouldn’t have said that. I give him a wan smile. “Just a joke.”
He nuzzles into my hair again. “Don’t joke about things like that. It makes it sound like you’re planning on leaving me.”
As if I’d ever voluntarily leave James! I just need to protect my heart a little. “Never.”
He pulls back and grins at me. “My girl,” he says, pressing my nose with his finger.
A warm flutter starts up. He can be so cute and sentimental at times. Like … like … my chest tightens like it’s being ground through a crusher. So, I stretch up and brush my lips across his, and he takes over the kiss, pushing me into the mattress as he rolls me onto my back and hovers over me, eyes flicking over my face.
“What?” I whisper as I stroke my hands down his sides, fingers snagging on his boxers. It’s a miracle that I get to touch him like this. That I get to feel him … I close my eyes.It’s always so good.My hips seem to move of their own accord, pressing up into him, his eyes drifting closed like he’s in pain. I’ve never been able to resist James. Whenever we do this, my body has a mind of its own.
“I can never hold back with you, Sadie.”
My lips part. It’s like he pulled the words straight out of my head.
“This is always so good,” he groans as he nestles between my thighs, and his lips find mine in a smearing kiss.
I run my hands up the acres of skin on his back, and his hand delves under the edge of my sleep top, trailing across my waist and up my rib cage. His fingers brush along the bottom of my breast, and I gasp into his mouth as tingling coils low in my body. He pushes into me with a tilt of his pelvis.
“God,” he says.
I reach for the hem of my top and tug it up, wriggling as he props up on one elbow and yanks at the fabric with the other. I’m lost in folds for a beat, and then James appears again, tossing the shirt over his shoulder. His chest presses into me, and I groan into his mouth as his hand cups my face, lipsfirm on mine. I shove at the waistband of his boxers. I’m greedy. I want my hands on him. There’s nothing I like better than watching every reaction flicker across his face as I play with him. He goes up on his elbow again, lifting his hips, breaking our kiss as he does it, and I push at the elastic again, wrapping my hand around him as his cock pops free. He does a whole-body shudder.
“That is so fucking good.”
He also gets very sweary when he’s turned on, too. I run my finger over the tip of him, and his lips part, hand splaying across my rib cage as he looks down at me.
“Fuck, you look good.”
His hair is already damp; face flushed as he tries to hold back. The wild curls are somewhat subdued now that he’s getting a bit sweaty, and I slide my fingers into the thick mass at the back of his head, loving how soft it is against my hand. He tips his head back and rolls it slowly, almost purring like Mr. Karen does when I rub behind his ears.
“I love that,” he gasps.
“What?” I murmur. “This?” I scratch his scalp.
He gives a broken laugh. “Well, everything you do to me basically.”
He tilts his hips a bit more and slides through my wetness, and I wrap my leg around his hip, trying to coax him forward.
“Sadie,” he whispers. “Once I’m inside, I won’t last, I …”
I know this now. Calm, patient James Royce flies out the window when we have sex. He becomes desperate and edgy. Giving me commands and urging me to get there. It’s the biggest turn-on. I love that only I see this side of him. Well, except for the other girls he’s been with, of course—the one other girl. And the thought is so sour in my head that I have to turn my head away.
He braces himself up on his elbows. “What is it? What was that face?”
