Page 135 of Pervade London
All I had to do was splinter…
And if I survived, the coming back together again would see me rise.
I held on to that thought, because that was all I had.
All I could hope for.
Shards of light flooded in through the bay window by the door, dancing upon Xavier’s flawlessness, his stark beauty reminding me of the impossibility ofus.His expression pleaded for me to stay.
What was being asked of me was merely the giving up of my happiness.
“What do I get out of it?” I asked, even after that dark musing, a philosophical truth spilling like rain.
“You mean other than a house?” James delivered the quip.
“Yes. Do I get…?”
He tucked his hands in his pockets. “Me?”
There came no answer to whether James was part of the temporary deal, but I knew that he was.
That became obvious when he removed his hands from his pockets. “Show me.”
A frisson of awareness captured me, causing addictive tingles in my chest.Damn himfor having this effect on me. Damn him for making loving him possible.
Unzipping my jeans, I pulled them down a little.
His hand came down on mine and together we eased my jeans lower to expose my underwear.
He focused between my thighs. “It seems you like to argue.”
Oh, God.That spot of wetness on my panties revealed how much this man turned me on. How much they both turned me on. Quickly, I zipped up my jeans.
Thoughts of the past with us all wrapped together in a tangle of bodies and sweat were too enticing to push away, the erotic imaginings of what else we’d do together too alluring to ignore.
“How does your clit feel?” He leaned in. “Is it throbbing? Are you fantasizing about my tongue on you again? Just like you were in the helicopter on the way here?”
Yes.
He continued in that husky tone. “Is your cunt hungry for meagain?Your ass clenching with need to be filled by Xavier? Is us taking you at the same time all you can think about?”
I turned my head away sharply, cheeks flushing, even as his thumb continued to rub my bottom lip. My tongue licked his thumb as I glanced at Xavier, relieved when I saw his nod of approval.
“I own your pleasure, Em.” James drew me back to him.
Instinctively, my bite came down hard on his thumb in rebellion.
“Very good,” he said with no response to the pain, merely shoving his thumb deeper into my mouth and running it back and forth along my tongue like he was fucking me with it.
“I like it when you show strength,” he added. “That we can use.”
I swallowed my saliva as best I could despite the tip of his thumb nudging my throat seductively.
He removed his thumb. “Take them off,” he demanded.
Obeying, I kicked off my shoes and then leaned against the wall, dragging my jeans all the way down over my hips and then stepping out of them.
I felt his warm hand on my hip, and then heard the snap of my panties as James ripped them off.
