“Yes—yes—I …” I’m powerless to stop it. The ache is too hard, too acute, taking over every thought.
My eyes flutter closed, and that’s a crime because seeing his flushed face makes me feel like I’m flying. But I can’t keep them open. I want to arch, press up, and then his lips find mine, slow and coaxing, and my lips part as I touch the tip of my tongue to his.
“Oh, Christ,” he says, voice broken and hoarse. “This … I can’t …” A long sound tears out of him. “Sadie …”
My hand flutters down his back to the hard muscle of his backside, and God, if someone had told me earlier today that I’d be touching James’s ass, I would have assumed they were smoking something. But he arches his back,breath stuttering, and then we’re moving together, a curling tightness blooming in my pelvis.
“James,” I wheeze out.
I’m not so inexperienced that I don’t know what’s coming.
His teeth sink into my lip as he groans into my mouth.
“I’m going to come in my pants like a teenager,” he grunts.
“I want you to,” I gasp, hooking my other leg over his hip.
He props himself on one hand, and his other one cups my face then trails down my neck to my breast as his eyes fly to mine. I can’t even be embarrassed, because threads of sensation are coursing from his hand on my chest to right between my legs.
The queen captures him with golden strands and explodes in his arms.
My eyes flutter closed … doing this withJames… I can’t look at him.
“Sadie, sweetheart, open your eyes,” he chokes out.
My eyes pop wide to find him looking down at me, hair in some wild disarray. Did I do that? His cheeks are all pink, eyes glassy and bright like he’s overwhelmed. LikeI’veoverwhelmedhim.
“This … I want to come with you,” he whispers.
“Oh yes, James, I’m going to …”
It all coalesces between my legs where he’s moving against me, and I can’t take my eyes off his face as he tips back his head with a grimace, eyelids fluttering, and he lets out an unholy groan as we both go over the edge together.
Chapter 27
James
When Jane and I split up, I thought sharing a bed with someone else would feel strange, but after Sadie and I made each other come on the couch, going to our separate bedrooms seemed ridiculous, so we curled up together in Des’s big bed. It made my chest ache in an unexpected way. Sex wasn’t that emotional between Jane and me. We were kids when we started fooling around, and over time it grew into knowing and doing what the other person liked. It was nice, but it wasn’t all-emotions-on-the-line, no-holds-barred, I-can’t-contain-myself sex. It was more like we’re-both-so-tired-but-this-will-be-nice sex. Was that romantic love? After all that’s happened, I’m not sure anymore. Last night, Sadie and I were in this perfect feedback loop: Just as I wanted something, she did it. Everything she did to me was so fucking thrilling: I was utterly lost in it.
Sadie’s not in the bed beside me when I wake up, so I sit up, throw on a T-shirt and jeans, and pad out into the living room. But there’s no sign of her. I peer at my watch: 8 a.m. Where did she go? But when I head back to the bedroom, a message blinks at me on my phone:
I went into the office because I woke up early and started watching you sleep like a creeper.
I laugh. God, I love her straightforward way of putting things out there. And perhaps this is all weird for her, too. I type in a reply:
Was I drooling and snoring?
The dots start up immediately:
You looked very peaceful.
If only that was my real life! I’ll watch you sometime and let you know how you look.
Truth be told, I didn’t want you to witness my rat’s nest hair again.
Damn. That was my favorite look. It was sexy.
You’re trying to make me blush, aren’t you?
