He turned his head and captured her thumb between his teeth, pressing down lightly before he let her go. “No complaints about my talking too much.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” She kissed him, light and quick, and he let her control it. She teased him until he tightened his grip on her hips, and only then did she open for him making that delicious little whimper as her tongue stroked his. Her whole body moved against his, the sensual slide of skin on skin so much more intimate than he’d ever experienced. But it wasn’t really the experience itself. It was because it was Carrigan. She was here and naked and vulnerable, and she felt safe enough with him to let it happen.
He caught the back of her neck. “No running tonight. Stay with me.”
“I thought I was in charge.” When he didn’t release her, she sighed and dropped her forehead against his. “No running. Tonight, I’m yours.”
It was a start. He stroked his hand down her back and pressed a quick kiss to her lips. “Good.”
“So difficult.” She reached over and grabbed a condom from the nightstand.
Watching her rip it open and roll it onto his cock made his eyes slide to half-mast. “The only thing I love more than your hands on my cock is your tight pussy clamping around it.” Her breath caught, and he kept going. “I have a request.”
“Hmm?” She squeezed him, her gaze on his face.
“Leave the light on. I want to see you while you fuck me.”
She considered him, and hell if he knew which way she’d go. Carrigan had proven time and again that she wasn’t the least bit shy, but that didn’t mean he could take her answer for granted. Finally she gave him one last squeeze. “I think I can manage that.” She rose, her body one long line, and positioned his cock at her entrance. He went perfectly still as she sank down, taking him inch by inch.
“Christ, lovely.” He kept his grip on her hips loose through sheer force of will. Every instinct clamored for him to thrust up and pull her down, to seal them together as tightly as two people could be. But this was her show. He’d promised, and he’d be damned before he went back on his word. Not tonight. Not with Carrigan. “You squeeze me tight like you never want to let go.”
She braced herself on his chest with a hand and tossed back her hair. “You feel so good, I don’t want to let go.” Then she started riding him, rolling her body in a way that made her breasts bounce with each movement and his eyes damn near cross with pleasure. He kept them open, refusing to miss a single second of this.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever fucking seen. Your breasts were made to be worshiped, and goddamn it, your skin is so soft it drives me nuts.” He hissed out a breath when she reached back with her free hand to cup his balls. “Fuck.”
“Keep…talking.”
He gritted his teeth, silently promising her payback for this exquisite torture. “If you were mine, I’d keep you naked. It’d drive me batshit crazy to know you were always there and available for my cock. Wet and wanting, just like you are right now.”
“Sounds like fun.”
“You have no idea. I’d take my phone calls with you on my desk, legs spread and pussy waiting for me.” For me alone. He skated a hand over her stomach. “Let me touch your clit, lovely. I want to feel you come around my cock.”
She kept riding him, her gaze never leaving his. Finally she nodded, taking his hand and guiding it between her legs. She kept her fingers lightly resting on the back of his hand, touching him even as he touched her. It didn’t take long. He knew what she liked, and he didn’t hesitate to give it to her.
Carrigan cried out, her back bowing and her eyes closing as she threw back her head. He tried to hold on, tried to keep his eyes open to experience every second of her coming, but she milked his cock, hauling him over the edge despite himself. James grabbed her hips, pounding into her and following her over the edge.
She slumped to his chest as he finished, and it was all he could do to lie there and just breathe. Carrigan stretched out, making him think of a cat. “God, James. If anyone else talked the way you did, I’d laugh them out of the bed.”
“There’s no one like me, lovely.” He kissed her temple and disentangled himself. It took a few minutes to dispose of the condom and clean up, and when he got back into the room, he found her under the covers with her eyes closed. James joined her, pulling her toward him until her back was pressed against his chest.
She murmured something, twisting a little to look at him over her shoulder. “I don’t sleep with people. Not normally.”