James (Resisting Love #3)(23)

“You’re a good man, James,” I whisper.

“Will you still think so when I tell you that this is the last month I’ll be working at The Safe House?” he asks, suddenly sounding a little unsure.

“What do you mean?” I ask him, confused. I pull down the red doona so I can sit up and look into his face.

“I can’t be leaving you and Jye like this anymore. I need to be here, with the two of you,” he says, his eyes never leaving mine.

“I’d like that. I can’t help but feel selfish though,” I say honestly.

“Don’t worry, those women will still get the help they need,” he assures me.

“Who was the woman who answered your phone when I tried calling you from Scotland?” I blurt out. Another question I’ve been dying to ask. James suddenly looks sheepish.

“I actually have no idea who could have answered my phone,” he says. When he doesn’t offer anything else I open my mouth, and then snap it shut. Not knowing exactly how I want to word this question, I end up asking, “Are you saying you had so many women in your bed you have no possible idea of who could have answered your phone while your pregnant ex-girlfriend was trying to get a hold of you to tell you that you knocked her up?”

James sighs and pulls me into his arms. “No, that’s not what I was saying at all. Did I have a few one night stands when I was trying to get over you again? Yes I did. Did any of them mean anything to me? No. They knew it, and I knew it, it was just for fun,” he says as gently as he can.

“Obviously they didn’t if one answered and said you were too ‘busy’” I hiss.

“I don’t know who it was, but I’m sorry. And I wish there hadn’t been anyone else for me either, okay?” he says with a soft kiss on my cheek.

“It’s in the past, Sasha. I could never want anyone more than I want you. How many years have passed, and I've never stopped wanting you,” he tells me, his tone unwavering.

“Smooth talker,” I grumble, wanting to be angry with him.

“It’s the truth, Sasha,” he says adamantly. By the look in his eyes I can tell it’s important for me to believe this.

“Okay,” I whisper, my gaze darting to his lips.

“I didn’t call you back because I was trying to get over you. I thought I couldn’t have you. It never worked but, f*ck, never once did I think you were gonna tell me something like this. You could have just told Layla to tell me, you know. We didn’t have to play games with who was or who wasn’t answering the phone.”

“It’s not something you just pass on as a message, James,” I say ruefully.

“I know, I know. Let’s just move on, okay? We’re all together now, and nothing’s going to change that,” he says.

I put my head against his chest and nod. I sure as hell hope so.

***

I moan softly, as my back arches. I open my eyes and glance down at the mop of blond hair between my legs. James licks me again and I start to pant.

“James,” I breathe out huskily.

“Mornin’, pretty girl,” he says before continuing his ministrations. I shudder when his tongue laps at my clit. I sit up a little, resting on my elbows so I can watch him pleasure me, unable to help myself when I run my fingers through his hair. James peeps up at me, his blue eyes heated, smouldering with lust and want.

“Hands on the bed, Sasha,” he demands, and I instantly comply. He licks me again, before chuckling huskily.

“You like it when I tell you what to do, don’t you?” he drawls. My head falls back on my pillow as he lazily nibbles on my thigh, keeping me anticipating.

“James!” I growl. He pulls away from me, and I whimper in disappointment. He slides his basketball shorts down his lean hips, spreading my legs slowly when he's completely naked. He leans over me and inserts one finger gently, rubbing it against my wetness. I moan out loud as he inserts another finger, pushing in and out whilst rubbing my clit. He removes them too soon, leaving me wanting more.

“James,” I plead.

“Take what I give you, Sasha,” he says in a deep rumbling voice that turns me on even more. He puts a condom on and pushes my thighs up. I’m so wet that he slides into me in one smooth thrust. He keeps his eyes connected with mine, pushing into me a few times before leaning over me and capturing my mouth with a scorching kiss. I gasp when his fingers find my sweet spot, causing me to instantly climax. I ride wave after wave, shuddering in pleasure.

“Beautiful. Just f*cking beautiful,” he says softly, watching my body’s reactions intently. He keeps pumping his hips into me, grinding himself in a sexy rhythm. His lips find mine once more, his tongue sensually dancing with mine. Soon his thrusts become more fevered, more out of control and I know he's almost there. I squeeze my muscles together, my lip twitching at the groan that escapes his mouth. He shudders on top of me moments later, his eyes still locked with mine. I’ve never felt more connected to a man in my life.

God, I love him.

When he's spent, he kisses my neck gently before pulling out of me. He goes to the bathroom to get rid of the condom and comes back with a cloth, to clean me up.

“I’m on the pill, you know,” I blurt out. I have been ever since I had Jye.

“Now you tell me,” he says, frowning. He jumps into the bed and pulls me into his arms, my head on his chest.