James (Resisting Love #3)(31)

“It’s perfect, and it smells so good. Did you cook?” I ask warily, my brows furrowing.

“In fact, I did,” he says, looking proud of himself. I put Jye in his feeding chair and spin around, pulling James in for a quick, yet passionate kiss.

“I’m a lucky girl, thank you” I tell him, meaning every word.

“You’re welcome,” he says, pulling out my chair for me. I sit down and sigh in contentment when he kisses me on my head. I look down at my steak, mash potato, salad and garlic bread and smile. It looks delicious. James serves Jye’s dinner and helps him eat while I enjoy my meal.

“A girl could get used to this,” I say around a bite of succulent steak.

“How was your day?” he asks. We make idle chat, enjoying each other’s company. James puts Jye to bed while I have a shower. I decide to dress sexy, in a black bra and panties, and sit on my knees in the centre of the bed. As soon as James walks in, he nibbles on the bottom of his lip, his eyes touching every inch of me.

“What do we have here?” he asks, his lip curling.

“Jye asleep?”

“Fast,” he says as he pulls his shirt off and over his head. I watch his muscles ripple with the movement, his toned chest and defined six pack causing my breath to catch.

“You got rid of the pole, now you’re gonna make up for it,” he rasps, taking a seat on the bed. Catching his drift I stand up off the bed as gracefully as I can, and head over to my iPod dock. I choose ‘Hypnotize’ by Gemini and press play, strutting over to him to the rhythm of the music. Dipping my hips with a gentle sway I raise my arms above my head and roll my body. I swivel my hips like a belly dancer and spin in an erotic movement that causes James to make a deep sound vibrating from his chest. I turn around ever so slowly, approaching James and lifting one of my legs up until I’m straddling him. My other leg follows, and I push up on my knees, so my breasts are level with his face. I roll my body once more, using James as one would a pole, and then I lean down and kiss the hollow of his throat. Unable to keep still any longer, James lifts his hands around to cup my ass, kneading the globes with his strong fingers.

“I love this ass,” he rumbles into my ear. I clutch his shoulders with my hands as he pushes my hair out of my face, staring straight into my eyes. It’s always like this with James. The connection. I don’t think I'll ever feel it with anyone else.

“I love this face. So f*cking beautiful. Your lips. You were made for me,” he says before capturing my lips in a rough kiss. I respond in kind, my tongue duelling with his. He frantically takes off my bra with one hand, throwing it across the room. His mouth pays homage to my breasts, one at a time, licking and sucking at me until I’m shaking with need. My underwear is ripped off and then I’m thrown onto the bed. James makes quick work of his pants, and stands before me in all his glory. The man has the finest body I’ve ever laid eyes on. My gaze lowers to his impressive erection, which is currently pointing straight at me.

When James doesn’t move I look up into his amused blue eyes. He stares down at me through his thick lashes, his eyes blazing with passion. I instantly sit up and crawl towards him, placing my hands on each strong thigh and licking the tip of him. I take him into my mouth, sucking, licking and swirling my tongue.

“Sasha,” he pants, stopping me with a finger gently touching my chin.

“Yes?” I ask giving him one last lick from bottom to tip before pulling away.

“On your stomach,” he demands.

I more than happily comply.

***

I frown, wondering what the hell all the commotion could be about. And then I see it. I close my car door and walk down the driveway, scowling at anyone who will meet my eyes. James is lawn mowing. Shirtless. The neighbours which happen to own vaginas are all out of their houses, conveniently checking their mail boxes. One is leaning on her fence, blatantly staring. I watch as he takes a drink of water, and a few droplets leak down onto his chest, which is currently getting a sexy tan.

“James Steele,” I call out sternly. He turns and graces me with his devastating smile.

“Hey, pretty girl,” he says, jogging over and kissing me on the forehead.

“You're causing a scene,” I tell him through clenched teeth.

“What?” he asks, his forehead creasing in confusion. I inhale and smell him, expensive cologne mixed with sweat. He smells all man.

“All the women are staring at you. Checking you out! I don’t share, James. This isn’t some sexy male strip show,” I explain, crossing my arms over my chest.

James stares at me for a second or two, before his eyes crinkle and he pursues his lips.

“I’m not finished yet,” he says finally. I can tell he’s trying not to laugh. I turn around and glance at the neighbours, who, yes, are still gawking at my man. I stomp my foot and head into the house, coming back with a white singlet in my hand. I hand it to him. He laughs, but humors me and puts it on. I check him out, his biceps bulging, his abs visible through the tight singlet, and groan. I give up, there’s just no hiding his sexiness.

“Want to come inside for a glass of lemonade?” I ask in a suggestive tone. James grins, grabs me by the hips and flips me over his shoulder, carrying me inside caveman style.

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