Play Maker(66)

Without a word, James put the glasses down on the floor and before I could blink, had me in his arms, my naked body against his completely clothed one. His lips slanted against mine, his tongue hot in my mouth. There was something so deliciously erotic about the whole thing, and I grabbed for his shirt, wanting to feel his skin against mine.

His own hands were busy, smoothing up and down my curves, his fingers claiming me as his, not a single inch ignored by his exploration. Somehow I managed to unbutton his shirt, shoving the fabric aside and directing my attention towards his belt and zipper. But I kept getting distracted by his tongue, which was doing dangerously wonderful things to my ear.

“You’re bloody gorgeous,” he murmured as I managed to free him from his pants, the fabric pooling at his feet. He stepped away from it, and there he was, his body bare and all mine. But I didn’t have much chance to admire it because I was in his arms again, now without anything between us.

Hoisting me into his arms, James brought me to the bed and I made sure to pull him down with me. Wrapping my leg around his waist, I pressed against him, my hips greedy and wanting him, my entire body burning with desire. I could feel his cock, hard against my thigh, and I let my legs fall open, eager to have him inside me.

His hand smoothed down to my ass, his mouth finding the hollow of my neck and kissing his way lower until his lips captured my breast. I arched up against him, gasping at the sensations that flooded through me. His fingers curved around my hip, sliding between my thighs, finding the wetness and the heat that waited for him.

I moaned as he stroked me, his thumb firm against my clit, his hand coaxing pleasure from my core. It wasn’t long before I exploded beneath him, his tongue teasing my nipple, his fingers deep inside me. But it wasn’t enough.

“James,” I begged, lifting my hips, eager for his cock.

He reached past me, towards the lone drawer next to the bed and pulled out a condom. Quickly, he rolled it on, situating himself between my thighs. But he didn’t move, his hand reaching up to cup my face. His eyes locked onto mine.

“I love you,” he told me and then thrust his cock into me.

My heart and body exploded into a million pieces, and I felt nothing but pleasure and sensation and heat and wildness. His hips rocked against mine, his eyes never leaving my face, as he made love to me in a way only he could.

I was mindless with desire for him, the delicious slide of his cock inside me, the thrust of his body against mine, the bed shaking beneath us. I couldn’t get enough of him, my hands frantic in their need to touch him, to feel him.

Pleasure built inside of me and I felt James’ pace quicken. Knowing he was close, I captured his lips with mine. He tasted of whiskey and heat, his tongue matching the rhythm of his cock.

Tearing my mouth from his, I arched up towards him, opening for him, feeling him sink even deeper. His hand found mine, our fingers linking together.

“I love you.” The words vibrated through me and I came, harder than I ever had before. My body clenched around him and I heard him groan, and he thrust deep inside me, his entire body stiffening before he shuddered his own release.

We lay there boneless, a tangle of limbs and sweat. His hand refused to release mine. I watched him catch his breath, his eyes closed, my own lungs gasping for air. He was gorgeous. I would never tire of looking at him.

“I love you,” I told him, and one blue eye popped open.

“You’re just saying that because I rocked your world,” he said.

I shook my head. “Nope. I love you.”

He propped himself up on his elbow. “Are you sure?”

“Completely sure.”

“Good,” he said, rolling away from me. I propped myself up on my elbow to watch him grab for his pants, searching the pockets. When he found what he was looking for, he returned to the bed, his hand a fist.

“There are probably more romantic ways to do this, but I can’t wait,” with his unclenched hand, he pushed back a strand of hair that had fallen across my cheek. Then he knelt next to the bed.

My heart came to a complete stop.

“Nicole Grant, I think I fell in love with you the moment you poured me that first glass of whiskey. You’re gorgeous and funny and kind and wonderful and there’s nothing I would want more than to spend the rest of my life with you.” James opened his fist and there was a diamond ring sparkling up at me. “Will you marry me?”

I was speechless. The logical part of my brain said that it was too soon, that we barely knew each other, that we were rushing into it. The rest of me screamed “screw it, girl, this is the man of your dreams, naked and on his knees. Take him and never let him go.” I decided to listen to that part.

“You know, a nod would also suffice,” James teased when I opened my mouth and words didn’t come out.

I nodded immediately, my voice coming back to me halfway through.

“Yes! Of course, yes!” I leapt off the bed, and into his arms, tackling him to the ground. I felt him laugh beneath me as I showered kisses all over his face.

“Thank god.” James smoothed the hair back from my face, grinning widely. “I like a woman who knows what she wants.”

“I want you,” I told him.

“Good.” He slid the ring onto my finger. “Because I don’t want to spend another day without you in my bed, in my house, in my life. These past few days have been bloody miserable.”