By the way, my heart just leaped out of my chest, and my panties stick to my drenched folds, the fear of having this beast of a man unleash himself on me heats the blood coursing through my veins.
“Hi,” I blurt out, sounding breathless.
James just nods.
“We were about to head back to the cabin for breakfast,” I add, like an idiot.
Before I have time to make an even bigger fool of myself, I walk in the direction of the cabin. In a rush, I leave the two men behind, knowing that nothing in the cabin’s kitchen will satiate the hunger I’m currently being afflicted by.
Only James could do that.
And by the look in his eyes, before the day is done, he’ll make sure I’ll never forget it.
Chapter 6
He comes for me in the middle of the night, but at first, I think I’m having an erotic dream
I was on pins and needles the entire day, just waiting for something to happen. It would’ve been so damn easy to be in denial and tell myself that everything is fine and that James wouldn’t overreact about what he saw between me and his son, but I know better than to try and categorize a man so virile and silently brooding.
I saw the warning in his eyes… a warning of things to come and now, my body was buzzing with lust all day. I was jumpy and to top it all off, James was gone the entire day.
I’m warm and snuggled in my comfortable bed. I don’t hear the door open or the sound of his footsteps as he comes closer to me. He’s as silent as the predator he is. But what I do feel though, is his sensual touch that starts at my toes like bolts of electricity.
Then his touch starts caressing my body, his long deft fingers stroking and soothing, awakening a hunger deep within me that only he knows. I moan, loving his gentle touch on me.
Then I feel his hot lips kissing my thighs, then up my body, bypassing where I’m throbbing for him, heading for my belly, both my heavy and heaving breasts, my collarbone, and then he stops where my pulse is beating erratically.
His kisses are almost hypnotic, a bit tranquil, peaceful, sensual and so damn sensual...but that’s all an illusion. I’m not prepared for what he does next.
He rips apart my nightie with just one tug.
My eyes fly open as the sound awakens me fully, only to come to a halt as I look up at his dark, heated bottomless gaze.
James is literally hovering over me, but he looks like a storm that’s about to take me over. A dark, aroused and angry storm.
My shredded nightie falls to the side of the bed, leaving me exposed to this hot man’s gaze. My nipples are already hard like diamonds as the realization of what’s about to happen takes over my senses, sharpening them until James is my entire focus. He’s already naked and I can feel his hard cock at my thigh, but it’s the look in his eyes as he stares down at me that makes my heart race.
“J-James,” I stutter, but his only response is to rip my lace panties as well. The sound makes me gasp as adrenaline spikes in my system. “Where were you?”
“Is that relief in your voice, Nicole?” he breathes in my ear. “Did you fucking miss me today?”
He’s angry. I knew that off course, but why the hell is he angry with me?
“No!” I gasp when I feel his knee parting my thighs. “It’s not like you missed me.”
Images of what I saw this morning flash in my head. My sister in his arms. A bad taste is on my tongue and suddenly I want him off me.
“Get off me,” I breathe. “If you think you can play me like a game, fuck me senseless then go flirt with my sister…”
“I don’t fucking give a damn about that little girl.”
“Don’t lie to me, I saw you two this morning.”
He pauses, hovering over me. “So you were watching,” he purrs darkly. “And you were jealous.”
“No…”
“So was that green-eyed jealousy the reason you were so fucking close to my son on your fucking walk this morning?”
Fuck. I knew this was coming but my God, the thrill that races through me at the notes of lust and possessiveness of his voice leaves me stunned.
Slowly and tentatively, I bring up my hands and palm his strong, defined jaw, loving the prickly stubble there. “Nothing happened between Knox and me,” I whisper. I expect that to appease him, or at the very least, ease the tension, but not with James.
“And nothing will.”
“What…”
He grabs both my hands and raises them above my head, pinning them in his grasp, but before I can blink, I feel a soft material binding my wrists together.
“What are you doing?”
“You, Nicole, you’re a good girl,” he whispers, trailing his fingers down my arms all the way down to my hardened nipples. “You’re not a liar, you’re almost perfect really but see, what you fail to grasp is who you belong to.”
Oh God.
“Don’t you fucking move these hands, no matter what, do you hear me, Nicole?”
Mutely, I nod, then I feel his erection prod at my wet, clenching pussy. Then I watch as he lifts something to his nose, then he takes a long, drawn out inhale of my panties. Then he groans. Loudly.
“Did you wear these for him?” he growls so dark, I can almost taste the violence in the air on my tongue. “It wouldn’t be the fucking first time that you prepare yourself for him.”
“What?” I whisper, looking up at him. The room is dark, with only the moonlight filtering in through the window I left open.
James ignores me though, but only with his words. With his touch however, his intention is clear. Slowly, but with a wickedness that feels like a part of him, he starts to massage my clit with the head of his hard cock.
“We were just talking,” I whisper, my chest heaving up and down, my back arching as my hips gyrate to the way he’s moving.
“What did you talk about?” he demands, grabbing my hips to stop any movement from me. When a voluntary whimper escapes my lips, he smirks. “You’ll come when I fucking say so, Nicole, do you understand?”
Jesus Christ. This man is fucking hot usually but right now, all my dark fantasies are awakening, embodied by a man who’s not good for me.
“I won’t ask again.,” he whispers darkly.
“Yes.”
“Yes, who?”
“Yes, Mr. Cross.”
And that’s all he needs to drive into me with a hard thrust, possessing me and taking over all my senses, giving me a full feeling that makes me even more wet.
We both groan at the same time, but James doesn’t let me adjust to his size or anything else for that matter. He begins to move, slowly at first, then he quickens his pace with each thrust. I can’t help but want this, to be fucked by him, taken with a carnality as if he’s chasing his own pleasure with my body. But even then, he doesn’t look away from me. He never once looks away, staring into the pits of my body as he fucks me, building the tornado is me, bringing me closer to the edge of a fucking cliff.
His expert thrusts have me worked up in two minutes flat and now I’m desperate to come but I know better and he knows I know.
“Good girl,” he praises. That’s when I realize what he’s doing. He’s daring me to defy me, to go against him. His cock hits the sensitive spot in me making me gasp and clench down on him. Hard. “That’s it.”