lapping at her neck and she tipped her head back and arched her spine, silently begging him to mark her as his. The flash and burn of a sharp stinging sensation at her neck was forgotten so fast she wondered if she’d imagined it.
Slow and easy James tilted his pelvis out and in, out and in, again and again. His shaft hit her sweet spot as her whole body quivered in a response that made her lightheaded, as if the room was spinning. Dizzy now, the sensation felt as if she was floating high in the air, weightless, boneless.
Her whole body went lax.
She was beyond happy, beyond bliss.
Then a warm fluid filled her mouth, just a small amount, and the taste reminded her a little of the rare and full-bodied red wine she’d shared with her friend Eleanor.
Her secret meetings with Eleanor Pattullo in her private club had been one on one over glasses of a strange dark claret, which in the beginning had been an acquired taste. Charlotte had mentioned to her friend how addictive and delicious it was and how she couldn’t find the rare and exclusive label in liquor store or online. Eleanor had generously organized a case to be delivered to their house. She was a good and loyal friend and Charlotte felt terribly grateful to have her guide her through the complexities and social politics of Gillespie, Pattullo and Hindmarch.
These thoughts and more flowed hazily through her mind as James took her body up, up, up slowly and then Charlotte couldn’t think at all as the most gentle, most amazing orgasm of her entire life went on and on taking her relentlessly over the edge and she leapt as James buried his face in her neck and moaned loud and long as his seed emptied into her again and again.
All she could think was that she loved him.
And it was obvious by his behaviour tonight James loved her.
Her life, Charlotte decided as she floated in a sea of utter bliss, couldn't get much better than this.
Chapter Five
When she awoke, James’s eyes of vivid blue met hers and she read worry along with a relaxed release she hadn’t seen in months.
He still loved her.
He still wanted her.
How could she have doubted him?
How could she have doubted herself?
"I love you," she whispered, everything in her heart for him in her eyes.
He nodded. "I know it. But, darlin’, I’ve let you down. I’ve let work come between us. Why the hell didn’t you tell me you wanted more from me?"
"Don’t be angry with me because I want to try different things."
Those intense eyes became an even more brilliant shade of blue as they captivated hers.
"I’m not angry with you. How could I ever be angry with you? I love you. Whatever you want and need I’ll do it for you, for us."
His mouth finally captured hers and she knew immediately why he hadn’t kissed her gently before. His mouth was desperate, starving for the flavor of her and she was with him all the way. The deep moan in his throat told her he savoured the taste and she opened to let him suck her tongue into his hot mouth.
Immediately fluid released from her womb and she gasped in absolute bliss.
Rolling onto his back, James scooped her up so she lay full length on top of him.
Strong hands massaged her body from shoulder to bare bottom and back again and it felt so good.
Still his mouth crushed hers in a deeply bruising kiss that told her more than words how much this big man loved and adored her.
Then his hands spread her legs wide so they lay either side of his hips and his fingers explored her slick, wet heat.
Jet eyebrows shot into his hairline.
"You're so hot and wet for me, Charlie. I'm ravenous for you.” He proved the words with action and his hips ground his shaft against the slick lips of her entrance.
Charlotte licked the salty flesh from below his Adam’s apple like a cat lapping fresh cream, and her gums felt as if they actually ached with the pleasure of it. The scent, the taste was so terribly intoxicating as was the mad, overwhelming desire to suck and bite him.