Page 152 of Pervade London
“More than you know.”
He sounded sincere. I rested my cheek on his chest, feeling the intensity of his closeness.
His fingers trailed through my hair. “Do you like the house?”
“Of course.” I raised my head to look at him. “Do you prefer your castle?”
His head crashed back on his pillow and he stared at the ceiling. “Anywhere you both are…”
“You like what we have?”
His lips quirked. “Don’t you?”
My fingertips trailed lazily along his chest and then ran over his firm abdomen, venturing lower.
“Careful, Em.”
“Because I’m not allowed to without Xavier?”
“It’s only fair.”
“What if I did this?” I reached low and teased his length with my palm. He grew hard against my hand as it glided up and down his fullness.
He grabbed my wrist.
“How about this?” I pulled away to kneel beside him on the bed, lowering my head and running my tongue along his erection. I let out an erotic moan as I rimmed his purple tip.
James grabbed a fistful of my hair and held me suspended above his cock, close enough to see the ridges and veins of his perfectly taut head.
“I’m a bad girl,” I whispered, licking my lips as I tried to get close.
He held me firmly, not letting me up and not letting me have what I wanted. What I needed.
Him.
Oh, to taste that silky skin stretched over his steeliness, his scent filling my senses and driving me wild.
“You are bad, aren’t you?” he said darkly. “You know what happens to naughty girls?”
“They get what they want?” I asked breathlessly.
With ease, James yanked me across his lap and his hand came down in a series of strikes on my bare ass. My skin burned as arousal flooded through me at this sensual attack. He caressed and pinched and squeezed and then spanked my hot flesh again. It felt raw and honest and, despite my squirming, I liked it.
His erection grew harder beneath me and the feel of it pressing against my stomach was intoxicating. I wriggled some more.
“Hold still.”
“Can’t.”
There, peeking out from beneath his pillow was the handle of his gun. James seemed to notice me staring at it.
He pulled me off his lap and I lay beside him. “You liked that?”
I let out a moan and pressed my mouth to his chest, feeling the burn worsen.
Rolling on top of me, he grabbed my wrists and raised them above my head, pinning them against the mattress. A shudder ran through me at the pressure of his weight, his firm chest on mine. My nipples beaded beneath his hardness and my thighs parted. I wrapped my legs around his waist.
“Caught you,” I said triumphantly.
