“What do you think?” He rubs his forehead, inspecting his handiwork with deep concentration. “Would you like to arrange…?”
Although he gives off a total bad-boy image with the ink and emo vibes, his puppy dog eyes turn my insides to melted marshmallow gooeyness.
“Yes!”
I step in to take over, working methodically as my nesting instincts fully take hold. James did an okay job, but it needs some adjusting. I fold, fluff, and plump everything in sight until I’m happy. When I’m done, I crawl back with a satisfied smile, super-conscious of the prickling sensation racing over my arms. Then I realize he isn’t there.
“James?” I call out, my voice wavering.
It feels like all the air has been sucked from my lungs.
“I’m right here.” He hovers in the doorway, quickly stashing his phone in his pocket. Worry lines crinkle his forehead, but when he looks at me, they vanish. “I’m not going anywhere. Are you happy with your nest?”
“Uh-huh.” I shuffle around on my butt, gleefully stroking the fluffy blankets and loving being cocooned among all the fluff. Compared to the humongous bed, this feels much more me. “This is perfect.”
“Good.” When he smiles, I notice his particularly pronounced canine teeth, which sparkle against the soft lights. Seeing them only confirms that Bella made the right decision. Team Edward all the way. “Can I join you?”
“Yes. Please.” I let out a purr then clap my hand over my mouth. “Sorry, it just slipped out.”
My pulse spikes as he crawls into my cuddly corner. It’s a tight squeeze with the two of us, but his presence calms me.
“Never apologize.” He tentatively strokes my cheek then rests his hand on my chin before tilting my face up. “I’m right here. If you want something, all you’ve got to do is ask. You smell…” He inhales deeply, a spaced-out look in his eyes. “Fucking addictive. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of it.”
I wriggle on the spot, a gush of slick soaking through my panties at his praise. It’s difficult not to buck into the cushions to stem off some of the desire gnawing at my insides.
He gently tugs on the hem of my ridiculous chihuahua tee. “May I?”
“Uh-huh.” My response comes out on an exhale.
He pulls it over my head, exposing my heaving chest and big boobs that bulge out of my aqua bra. A strangled, almost animalistic, noise rips from the back of his throat when he sees me, drinking me in with his eyes.
“Holy fuck,” he groans, pushing me back onto the cushions before parting my legs.
Our lips meet again. Harder, more urgently this time. His tongue slips into my mouth, plagued with need as his impressive boner grinds into my core, creating friction that makes me gasp. He hasn’t even touched me properly, yet I’m already so close to coming. I claw at his shirt, huffing when I can’t get it off fast enough.
“Off!” I demand, fluttering my eyelashes. “Please.”
He removes it, giving me the perfect close-up of his inked torso. An intricate black and grey dragon head takes up his entire torso with various plumes of smoke and shading in the background. It must have taken hours.
“You have your nipples pierced.” I observe the silver bars, my mouth watering.
He chuckles. “Is that a problem?”
“Uh, no.” Surely, the slick flooding from me is answer enough. “I… like it.”
He moves down my body, his shaggy hair tickling my stomach as he pauses, fussing with the waistband of my well-worn leggings then rolling them off me until I’m wearing nothing but my underwear.
“Fuck.” His jaw clenches at the sight of my damp panties. “Your slick is going to ruin me.” I jut my hips in encouragement as his fingers stroke along the hem of my panties. “Can I…?”
“Take them off already!”
I surprise myself with how demanding I’m being, but fuck. The anticipation is worse than dangling a piece of the most mouth-watering cake in front of you and not being able to eat it.
James doesn’t need telling twice. He helps me out of my panties and pauses to look at me. My thighs tense as he spreads my legs wider, licking his lips as he looks at my pussy like a feast he wants to demolish. Any self-consciousness I had evaporatesinstantly as his alpha pheromones flood my senses, and he dips his head between my legs.
“Fuck, yes!” I moan as his mouth meets my flesh.
He devours my wetness as if his life depends on it. He makes the most unholy noises, all sloppy and wet as his tongue unashamedly explores every crevice, sending indescribable vibrations coursing throughout my body.
