Page 12 of Gunner

I look down the length of my body until my gaze meets his. “I’m yours, James. I’ve always been yours.”

Want and desire flash in his eyes while the corners of his mouth slowly tip up. “Good fucking girl.” He tightens his hold on me, my chest heaving with terse breaths as he brings me close to the edge once more.

“Don’t stop… please, don’t stop.” My nails rake against his scalp when my fingers curl in his hair.

“Not until you come on my face, Sunshine. I wanna drown in this fucking pussy.”

He continues to assault my core with his tongue and his hands until I’m practically crying for my orgasm. I roughly grind my pussy against his mouth while he circles his tongue over my needy clit, over and over again, until my toes curl and I arch from the bed with my lips parted in bliss.

Then, it erupts from me, an electric current zipping through every part of me until my vision fades to white and tremors rock my body. I slump against the bed, my limbs seemingly made of jelly while James rises over me before crushing his lips to mine.

Then he leans away and presents his fingers to me, the same fingers that only seconds ago were thrusting inside my pussy. “Clean them. Show me what a good fucking girl you are for me.”

I’m hesitant at first, as no man has ever made me taste myself before. But the lascivious expression of his heavy-lidded eyes urges me to follow his command. I grasp his wrist and slide his slick fingers into my mouth, pleasantly surprised at the tangy, sweet flavor.

“Such a dirty fucking girl for me.” He rolls his hips against my side, his steel rod of a cock begging to be freed from his jeans. “You’re so goddamn sexy, Lil. You like how your cunt tastes, don’t you?”

I don’t bother denying it, giving my answer in the form of a sensual smile.

Once I’ve licked and sucked my juices from his fingers, he kisses me again before crawling off the bed and moving to my nightstand. He opens the bottom drawer, then pins me with a cocky smirk.

“So you do have condoms. Among… other things.” The deep, sexy timbre of his voice distracts me while he removes one of my vibrators and inspects it. Heat instantly flames through me, settling in my cheeks at the sight of James holding up a black wand for me to see.

“Put it back,” I gasp in embarrassment, lurching for the toy. But he pushes me onto the bed, caressing my breasts until I relax.

“I doubt these have been properly used on you, but I’ll save that for another time.” Then he safely tucks my favorite toy away, back inside the drawer.

Trying to regain an ounce of control, I sass, “What makes you think there’ll be another time?”

His gaze narrows in on me, but we both know I’m full of shit. “Oh, there’ll be another time, Sunshine. Because you belong to me now. Like I’ve always belonged to you.”

A shiver runs down my spine, my arousal sparking back to life.

He plucks a condom from my stash—I’m praying it’s still in date considering how long I’ve had them—then closes the drawer before tossing it on top of my nightstand. When my gaze meets his, I hold his intense stare while he removes the rest of his clothes, never taking his eyes off me. His rock-hard cock defies gravity and slightly bounces with each of his heavy breaths. I gape at the sight of his dick, my mouth watering but my mind reeling at how that monster will fit inside me.

His dick is definitely bigger than I remember. I’m positive it wasn’t that size when we were eighteen.

He gives himself a few long strokes while repeatedly curling his index finger, insisting I come closer. I crawl to the edge of the bed, where he lifts my dress over my head and leaves me bare in front of him. Suddenly self-conscious of my generously curvy figure, I raise my arms to cover myself. But James tugs them away, his dark eyes boring into me.

“You hide nothing from me, understand?”

My lips pinch together and my brow furrows as my entire body tenses beneath his gaze. He captures my chin between his forefinger and thumb, forcing me to look up at him.

“Every fucking inch of my girl is perfect. You’re gorgeous, Sunshine. Don’t insult us both by trying to hide your sinful body from me. It deserves to be worshiped and I’m the lucky bastard who’s going to do it.” He bends down, placing a chaste kiss to my lips, and holds the moment between us for several long seconds. Without having to ask, he’s giving me what I need. Time to breathe and quiet the voices in my mind. Then he whispers in my ear, “Relax, baby. Let me take care of you the way a man takes care of his woman.”

It’s all happening so fast and my head is spinning. One minute, I was running into my high school sweetheart at the grocery store; then the next, we were having a wonderful dinner and laughing with my son. And now, here we are, completely naked in my room as if we’ve traveled back in time to a place where the world fell away and no one else existed but the two of us.

I should slow this down, tell him I’m not ready. That it’s all too much, too overwhelming, and my heart can’t take it. Or that we need more time to get to know each other again, before taking the leap of exclusively being together.

But that’s not how James Black works, and I know that better than anyone. When he makes his mind up, he’s all in and nothing will stop him from getting what he wants. Clearly, he wants me—why, I still don’t know—and I want him now as much as I wanted him ten years ago.

I deserve to have joy, to feel desired and sexy. And that’s exactly how I feel when I’m with this man. Caleb’s words hit me hard tonight when he said I looked happy to have James around. It’s true. I am happy being near him again. I was always happiest when we were together and, honestly, I haven’t felt that way since the day I left him.

I may hide myself and my body from everyone else, but I don’t want to hide from this man. Maybe it is too soon to let him back into my life or trust him again after all this time. But I just want to feel good and have something solely for me for a change, and I have no doubt that James will give me what I want, what I need.

So, instead of verbalizing my reply, I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him back down to kiss me. He immediately welcomes it, his eager tongue demanding entrance to my mouth, while I skate my hand up his firm, muscular thigh before grasping his thick cock in my tight fist. My thumb circles the tip, spreading the precum dripping from his slit.

He breaks away on a strangled groan. “It’s been too long since you’ve touched me like that. I know you remember how I like it…” He narrows his eyes at me when he catches my devilish grin. “...but if I let you put your hands and mouth on my dick right now, I’ll paint your pretty tits with a load of my cum.”

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