Page 20 of Deadly Obsession
But right now, his face carried no pain. In fact, he was smiling and it made me smile in return.
“That sounds nice. I’ve never been fishing before. I can’t imagine touching a fish like that but I’d love to go along with you.”
“They don’t fish 'cross the pond?” He looked down at me, adding a teasing tone to his words.
“City girl, remember? And yes, of course, we do. I just don’t. My mother and father are very much the prim and proper sort.” I could not help but giggle at the image of my parents standing beside a murky river in their very posh suit and dress, trying to wrestle some large river monster out of the water on a fishing line.
“What’s so funny, princess?” James said, clearly aware he’d missed out on some inside joke.
“Oh, just imagining my parents doing something as simple as fishing. They can’t stand the littlest bit of dirt in the house. I imagine even seeing a fish come out of the water would send them both into a panic—a tragedy.” My giggle turned into a full-on laugh and was soon accompanied by a baritone chuckle. The first time I’d genuinely heard this man laugh in person.
“Oh boy, don’t reckon they’d take a liking to me then. 'Least not off the cuff,” he said. His eyes looking from me back to the path in front of us.
At the sight of his smile, my arms tightened around his without thought. “Ireckonthey would come to see you as a proper gentleman and love you just the same, no matter how rugged you are,” I said, trying to imitate his cowboy drawl and failing miserably, which had him laughing again.
Before I knew it, we were stepping out of the forest to a lovely-looking boathouse and pier.
“Oh, this is beautiful and look across the lake! There must be a few more cabins out here too. I bet this is all so stunning in the winter when it snows. I wonder if the lake freezes enough to skate on.”
“Likely does. At this elevation, I imagine it gets pretty cold up here,” James said as he paused at the door to the boathouse, opening it and peeking inside. “Shame, no boat in the lift. Would have been nice to go out on the water.” Shutting the door, he smiled at me.
We walked all the way to the end of the pier and took a seat on the small wooden bench that looked over the lake. His strong arm wrapped around me, and my body melted into his.
“So, this is what peace and happiness feel like,” I whispered, peering up and kissing the side of his neck just beneath his beard.
His body tensed. “Careful, Harps. You’ll start a stampede, kissing me like that.” His voice came out low and gravelly yet dripping with honey, and I wanted every drop.
“Then saddle up, cowboy.” I breathed against his neck, placing another kiss on his skin, the sandalwood scent of his beard oil the most intoxicating fragrance I’d ever smelled.
That was all it took. I could feel the heat building between the apex of my thighs. I didn’t have the chance to pull back before a strong hand gripped my side and his arm tightened around my shoulders, tugging me closer. I let out ayip as I was then yanked on top of him in a straddling position, his right hand reaching up and closing around my throat and his full lips crashing against mine when he drew me forward. His other hand slipped under my hoodie and shirt, gripping on to my side, covering it from stomach to back.
“Fuck, baby girl, I need you more than the air in my lungs. Right now,” he growled as he tugged on my lower lip with his teeth.
My hands moved from his shoulders to the base of my top, and I pulled the hoodie and his T-shirt off in one motion, exposing my chest to him. An offering I knew he wouldn’t refuse.
“Fucking take me, Mustang, right here. Please fuck me!” Instinctively, I began grinding on his lap, becoming aware of the fact I was soaking through my trousers.
The morning air was chilly against my bare chest, making the sensation of his mouth sucking one of my nipples even more exhilarating. A moan escaped my lips and I swiped off his cowboy hat, placing it on my own head so I could grip the back of his, lacing my fingers together over his hair. He bit my nipple, rotating it between his teeth before moving to the other breast while cupping the first one and kneading it firmly.
“Fuck, James,Sir, please bite it harder.”
He answered my prayer as I continued to grind on him. Fully aware of how hard his cock was beneath me. James began a pattern of kissing over my breasts, moving from one to the other. Caressing, biting, and licking my nipples. Ensuring to give the other one the proper attention with his fingers till his mouth returned to it.
It might have been fifteen degrees Celsius, but it might as well have been the dead of summer. I was sweating and my breathing was getting harder as the inferno that was my arousal threatened to erupt in a pleasantly-violent climax—an occurrence that had happened only once before.
For a split second, I considered stopping, fearing how James would react. But fuck, it felt too good.
Removing one hand from the back of his head, I gripped the arm of the bench, using it as support as I leaned back so I could grind against his hard cock at a better angle. His body tensed reflexively beneath me. He was fighting the urge to thrust.
Fucking hell, this man knew what he was doing. If he were to begin thrusting up into me, he could very well throw off the rhythm I was building.
“Fuck, Jame—” was all I got out as my body locked up, before shaking violently as my arousal erupted in a warm, wet, pleasurable release.
I almost let go of the bench, but his hand moved to my upper back to support me, preventing me from falling. Both of our trousers were certainly soaked now. As that realization hit me, I felt my cheeks redden with concern and slight embarrassment, instead of pleasure.
Would he be disgusted?
I’d done research after the first time I’d accidentally discovered I could “squirt.” And that research had told me many things, including the fact that some lovers thought it was gross.
