Page 48 of Deadly Waves

Fifteen

Mandy wasn’t messingaround when she walked through the suite door. She used her leg to trip James, crossing it over his ankle and taking advantage of the shift in his weight so she could tackle him to the floor. Her kiss was hot and fervent as she slipped her tongue into his mouth.

James was caught off guard, but he quickly relinquished the bag and gripped her hips as he rolled so she was on top of him. He tangled a hand in her hair as they gasped into each other’s mouths.

The light in the room was muted when Mandy pulled her head back, but James could see the desire burning in her eyes.

“No more treating me like I’m breakable,” Mandy ordered. “I know why you’ve been doing it, but I’m not going to break. I promise. I’m strong.”

James ran his tongue over his teeth as he regarded her. He was surprised she called him on his behavior. He’d been purposely gentle for weeks now, exceedingly so, in fact. He didn’t want to frighten her. One of the most important things in his world was that she never associated his touch with something rough or hurtful. That would kill him.

“I haven’t been treating you like you’re breakable,” James said after a beat. “I just … you were fragile. I was fragile, too. I didn’t want to make things harder on either of us.”

“I’m not fragile any longer,” Mandy said. “I’m okay. I need you to treat me like you used to.”

James pursed his lips. “Oh, yeah? How did I used to treat you?”

“Like you couldn’t get enough of me.”

“Oh, baby, I still treat you like that,” James said. “I admit I’ve been … softer … of late. That doesn’t mean I will ever be able to get enough of you.”

“Show me,” Mandy prodded, moving her hand to James’ shorts. “Show me right now.”

“Well, I’ve never been one to deny my wife,” James said, tightening his arms around her waist before flipping her so she was on her back. Her hair spread out beneath her like she was an otherworldly angel, causing his heart to flip in his chest. “Lift up your arms.”

Mandy did as instructed, grinning as James yanked the dress from her slim frame. She was silently thankful that he didn’t rip the fabric. It was new and she was rather fond of it. She would never admonish him for following her orders, though.

James pressed a firm kiss to her mouth before trailing his lips to her neck. She moaned as he licked the soft flesh there, grinding her pelvis against him as he pressed his hardness into her excited mound.

James kept his mouth busy as he moved his hands to her bra, unfastening the strapless piece of fabric and stripping it away as he sucked a ready nipple into his mouth. Mandy squirmed as he alternated between sucking and licking, sighing and moving her fingers through his hair as he jumped from one breast to the other. He lulled her into a false state of contented bliss before taking her by surprise and tugging her panties down her thighs in one swift movement.

James showered Mandy’s flat abdomen with a series of kisses, licking small symbols into the flesh before moving lower. He used his thumbs to massage the inside of her thighs before exhaling heavily on her warm core.

“James,” Mandy gasped, the tactile sensation threatening to overwhelm her. “I … baby.”

“Shh,” James admonished. “I haven’t even started yet, wife.”

He continued teasing her, licking one thigh and kissing the quivering flesh before moving to the other shaking mass of muscle. He ignored all of Mandy’s attempts to direct him to the one place she desperately wanted to feel his kiss. Instead, he let loose with a warm and pointed breath each time he crossed over.

After five minutes of this, Mandy started begging as she writhed on the floor. “James … James … please. Please!”

James grinned, enjoying the feral torture. Finally, even he couldn’t take it any longer and extended his tongue to give her a fervent lick. Mandy’s thighs quaked on either side of his face and she cried out when he finally touched her. The anticipation turned out to be a form of electric foreplay, because Mandy orgasmed the second time he extended his tongue. James held her thighs steady as she bucked, refusing to move his mouth.

Once the first wave passed, James attacked her with gusto. He drank from her, relishing every cry and moan. He loved the way she tugged at his hair and repeated his name over and over again. She said it so many times it ceased being one word and instead turned into one long battle cry.

“Jamesjamesjamesjames.”

James knew every one of Mandy’s erogenous zones and he visited each for an extended stay. By the time he returned to the sensitive nerve bundle with the intent of tipping her over the edge again, Mandy was panting and moaning.

“James!”

She bucked up when he sucked, crying so hard James thought she might pass out. He waited for the tremors to subside a second time before crawling up her body. He gave her a moment to collect herself, sharing a series of sweet kisses before grabbing her waist and pulling her over his thighs.

He moved to a sitting position, pushing one of Mandy’s thighs to either side of his waist before gripping her bottom with his fingers and surging inside of her. Mandy wrapped her arms around his neck, groaning as their sweat-soaked bodies collided.

Mandy managed to maintain her senses enough to find a steady rhythm. It was faster than normal – especially of late – and yet it seemed to match their mutual need. She tilted her head back as James brushed his teeth against her exposed throat. They worked together to keep her body busily moving above his.

She ground herself into him to keep the sexual tension building, and when James felt her stiffen on top of him for a third time, he gave in to ultimate release and dug his fingernails into her rear end.