No! my mind screamed.
“Yes,” I said, gasping as James’s hand cupped my pussy.
I froze, afraid to disappoint. Did he like Brazilians or bush girls? James didn’t seem to give a toss what I was. He slid a finger inside me, then another, testing me for readiness. He needn’t have bothered, it was like a river in there.
“So wet for me,” he said, making me clench around his fingers. “You’re driving me nuts, Pais—”
Silky hair brushed my face as James shook his head and I smiled in triumph. The lines were so confused he wasn’t sure who he was with anymore. I gave up petty triumph for pure delight seconds later. James may not have had sex for a long time but he still knew how to pleasure a woman. His fingers were confident. Exploring me. Learning me. Stroking me until I reached a state of frenzied, liquid heat that finally boiled over and made me cry out his name.
Holy Mary, Jesus and everybody else. No wonder Marcia said there was no substitute for a man. I gripped James’s shoulders and moaned unabashedly, trembling in his arms as my climax coursed through me.
“You smell great,” he said, his body half covering mine. “Like honey and vanilla.”
Uh-oh.
His voice sounded steadier, as if he was sobering up. I guess there’s nothing like a bit of sex to clear away an alcoholic haze. Languorous and satisfied, I didn’t want to see James’s face or feel his hatred when he discovered my deceit. Neither did I want to humiliate him anymore. The sexual high had been too precious to sully with my petty revenge. What I wanted was more of him, more of the rush he’d given me. Higher, stronger and more powerful than any drug I could think of. I wanted to taste him, to hear him moan as I drove him over the edge.#p#分页标题#e#
“Thanks,” I whispered.
His voice was low and sexy. “I love the sound you make when you come.”
Oh God. I actually turned my face into his chest like a goody two-shoes, cheeks burning and feeling shy because I’d had my first orgasm without a vibrator. Shit, next I’d be praying Hail Marys and volunteering at the soup kitchen. It was time to get down and dirty. I tickled his belly button, making him laugh. The line of soft hair underneath it led to even softer curls and I tugged them.
I traced a finger, just a light touch along his shaft, smiling when his breath caught in his throat. His velvety tip was engorged, streaming with his arousal. Unable to resist, I slid down the bed and licked the small, delicate slit. His sigh turned into a groan and he clutched the sheets, bucking his hips in response.
His hand went to my head, gently pressing me into him but I resisted and kept my mouth where it was. The tender skin under the helmet was so soft I wanted to savour its texture. He laid back, open to me. Defenceless. He was in my power but it seemed that I was also in his. His salty-sweet taste was enthralling, a spicy mixture of darkness and delight.
James’s hot cock throbbed against my tongue, making me wonder what he’d feel like inside me. Like his fingers, the texture rough and electric on my skin? Or like a bolt of steel covered in satin, igniting every molecule inside my body until I was lit from within?
I tried to clear the thought from my head, reminding myself of his insults. I wanted to get back into revenge mode but it was no use. Truth held me immobile as the realisation of what I really wanted hit me. I wanted James Xavier Scott-Thomas to make love to me. I wanted him to take my virginity and show me how it felt to be loved by a man.
I had to put a stop to this but I filled my nostrils with James’s virility instead. I deserved this moment, I rationalised. A passionate tryst with somebody I desired before my life went downhill. I teetered on the precipice while the hammered-in Catholic morality of my childhood competed with my desire for James. I didn’t care that I hated him, that he thought I was beneath him or that he belonged to Caroline and thought I was her.
James surprised me by pulling me up to his chest. Before I knew what I was doing, I was straddling him like I would a stallion. I’d never been naked on top of a guy before and it felt...amazing, actually. I was in control except I didn’t really know what to do about it. I was apprehensive and awkward which was ludicrous in light of everything I’d just done.
James read my nervousness and let me adjust to being on top. He rubbed his hands from my waist to my breasts in an assured caress that soon had my breath catching in my throat. My hips gradually relaxed against the scorching heat of his erection.
He bucked his hips to tip me forward and a gentle hand went around the back of my neck to pull me to his mouth, holding me captive with the force of his kiss. I was glad for him to take the lead, eager to experience what he would do next.