Hate to Love You(15)

As soon as he let go of my arm.

“Please forgive me, darling. Paisley’s nothing compared to you, the goddess of my dreams,” he said.

Ugh, where did James come up with such dross? I tried to pull away but in spite of the drink, his hold was impossible to escape. He had switched to lawyer mode, comparing me to Caroline and summarising my character or lack of therein. Making his case for forgiveness, James listed the reasons he’d fallen in love with Caroline. The more I listened, the more I wondered who the fuck he was talking about.

Compassionate? Tender? The man was a fool.

James closed his argument by pushing my hair aside to press his lips to the delicate spot behind my ear. It was seductive. Persuasive. I wanted to break away but I couldn’t; his lips were a magnet, pulling me closer.

“Let me convince you how sorry I am. Let me show you how much you turn me on,” he said, tracing the goose bumps on my neck.

I couldn’t help the nervous giggle that slipped out of my mouth. A tipsy James was a horny James. I drew back but his lips covered my erratic pulse and I froze, eyes shut as a small sigh escaped me. He increased the pressure and my heart rate hit the ceiling. My mind still wanted him to pay for his insults but my body wanted him to show me anything he liked. He kissed a slow path from my neck to the corner of my mouth, pausing to breathe in my scent. I parted my lips in anticipation.

“Forgive me,” he said, and slanted his mouth over mine.

James didn’t disappoint, even in his cups. When his lips touched mine, I was just as drawn to him as I had been earlier. The kiss was different though, a deliberately sensual onslaught delivered with a controlled passion that was equally devastating in its effectiveness. I melted into his mouth, my lips moving under his even as I battled the sensations he evoked. He held my head as if I was fragile, as if he feared I would break if he weren’t careful.

A novel experience.

When men kissed me they stuck their tongues down my throat and copped a feel of breast and bottom. Just as James had done outside the bathroom, although not with the same mastery. Yet here he was, alone with me in Caroline’s blacked-out bedroom, worshipping my mouth like I really was a goddess, both hands above my neck because he respected Caroline’s no-contact wishes.

His dedication was shattering; it was arousing. I craved him like I’d craved the fix a few hours earlier, maybe more. I wanted him to crave me back, to lose his careful control and be so crazy for me he’d do anything to have me. Then I would—

I would reveal my identity, I reminded myself firmly. I would watch him writhe in the worst case of blue balls ever had by a supercilious lawyer toff. And I would enjoy it, damn it.

The sane, more mature part of my brain weighed in with her opinion but I tuned her out. I found it hard to listen to her even when I was sober, so why should I try to now? I deepened the kiss and James jerked back in surprise. He swayed and I groped for him in the dark, kneeling on the bed to grab his shoulders and pull him closer, letting my senses guide me to his mouth. My forehead cracked against his jaw and he grunted in pain.

Fucking blackout blinds.

Brilliant blackout blinds, I corrected, kissing his chin to apologise. His jaw was rough with a growing shadow, tiny prickles that grazed my lips and made them tingle. I’d kissed a lot of men before but why had I never pressed the rise and fall of an Adam’s apple against my mouth? Or tasted the hollow of a man’s neck and the hard ridge of his collarbone? The need to touch, to taste and experience more of this man made me kiss a deliberate, zigzagging trail down his chest.

James’s nipples were erect under his shirt, so hard I could nip at them with my teeth. His breath caught and he fastened his hands around my waist, crushing me to his chest and exploring my body tentatively, as if he couldn’t believe he was touching naked flesh.#p#分页标题#e#

“Darling, I’ll stop if you want me to,” he said.

I’m embarrassed to admit I actually lunged at him. That insistent little voice screamed at me to stop but the taste of him was a more powerful elixir than revenge. Every atom in my body wanted to fuse with every atom of his. I undid his belt, popping the button on his trousers and unzipping him quickly. His boxers were silky, moist with his arousal. His hand found my breast, making me ache for him to take my swollen nipple into his mouth.

“Gorgeous and full, just like Pais—” he said.

Yes! He’d been about to say my name and it thrilled me, drugging me even more than his kisses. I clamped a hand over his bulge and he jumped.

“Are you ok?”

I was better than okay, but I knew what he meant. There was nothing modest or virginal about my behaviour. Nothing Caroline. I couldn’t help cupping him though, massaging him with my fingers and—holy shit, was I in bed with James and the Giant Prick? He was full and heavy, getting harder every second.