Page 7 of Deadly Obsession
Inching closer on the stool to allow myself better access, I moved my fingers between her legs, slow enough to allow her the opportunity to stop me if she wanted to. She didn’t. Her legs parted more for me and my fingertips glided down over her most-private area, my palm cupping her pussy. A moan escaped her lips, and I pressed forward, moving my hand in small up-and-down motions, feeling her heat increase even against the already-warm water.
Lowering my face, I brushed my lips against her neck in soft kisses. My hand once more gliding up over her pussy. But this time, my fingertips parted her, finding her clit. I started moving them in small circles, matching the rhythm of the kisses I placed up her neck. When I reached her ear, I bit down, tugging and sucking it into my mouth. She moaned and pressed against me—so responsive.
I continued working her clit with one hand and massaging her breasts with the other till I heard her moaning my name.
“James, don’t stop… I’m so close,” she cried out as she leaned into me.
Feeling her body tense, I shifted my hand from her breast to her chin and pulled her into a passionate kiss just before herlegs began to quake. She came for me, her shaking thighs turning the stillness of the water to a roaring ocean in the midst of a hurricane. Just as quickly as it came on, however, the water calmed as she pried her lips from mine and leaned her head back against me, panting for air.
I kissed her once on her temple with a smile pulling at my face. “Let’s get you rinsed out and dried off, Harps.”
FOUR
SERA
The amount of care and attention I received from James could almost be considered scary. It was such a drastic change from anything I’d ever had with Micheal that I was in shock.
After James had given me the third most amazing orgasm of my life, all of which occurred in the last few hours, he’d washed out my hair and helped me out of the tub. Leaving me to dry myself off, he stepped out of the bathroom and into the main bedroom that was intended to be for Danielle and me.
I wrapped the towel around myself, then placed my hair up in a towel of its own, pausing when I walked out. The bedroom had been somewhat transformed. The scent of mahogany and sandalwood filled the air, and I spotted at least four candles that had been placed in various corners. The bedding had been straightened out, my book neatly placed on one pillow, mirroring the book I knew James had been reading,SKINby Sybil Knight. Off on the far side of the room, James stood at the window, adjusting the blackout curtains before turning to glance in my direction as the bathroom door shut behind me.
“Well, aren’t you a romantic soul, Mr. Mustang?” I said ina flirtatious tone, addressing him by his social media alias while looking him over.
He had changed into a pair of silky black underwear with the United States Marine Corps emblem on them. Apart from that, the man was completely nude, and I could not help but take him in.
James stood at 6’4” with an athletic build, covered in tattoos from his neck to his feet. He kept his hair cut short—very military style—and his beard trimmed. The man looked like a modern day Viking god covered in hair, tattoos, and muscle. His features the perfect blend of Clint Eastwood, Bradley Cooper, and Tom Hardy.
He smirked, and I cursed my lustful body for pulsing for the man again, after he’d already gotten me off three times in one night.
“I figured we could wind down proper, cozy up in bed together, and read our books. I put your bookmark back where it should be, by the way.” He chuckled.
“Well, thank you for that. Though I don’t think I’ll be able to enjoy another masked man scene quite as much now. Not that I’m complaining, of course.” I laughed, pulling the covers back on the bed and picking up my book.
James climbed in beside me, doing the same before reaching one arm out to pull me in close. “Good, because I’m not apologizing one bit.”
He opened his book, able to comfortably hold it and turn the pages in one of his massive hands. Meanwhile, I made myself at home in his opposite arm, propping my book up above my face. This felt so foreign but natural at the same time.
SUNDAY
When I opened my eyes, the sunlight was just barely starting to creep in through the curtains. Rolling over expecting to see James still asleep beside me, I was surprised to find him not only gone but his side of the bed perfectly made as if no one had ever been there. Mildly alarmed, I sat up and looked around the room. There was no physical trace of the man. The only evidence that I hadn’t lost my mind was the warm woodland scent of his cologne in the air.
I climbed off the bed, put on some black Gymshark leggings and an oversized black hoodie from my luggage, and left the bedroom in search of my masked man. As I opened the bedroom door, it became apparent where I would find him. The sweet aroma of bacon cooking greeted me as I moved to the steps and down the stairs. Turning into the kitchen, I spotted him standing in front of the stove, wearing faded blue jeans and a white T-shirt that hugged his chest, his tattooed arms the perfect complement.
“Wasn’t sure how much longer you’d be sleeping. Figured sunrise was a safe bet,” he said, flipping the bacon over piece by piece with a fork. He hadn’t even looked over a shoulder, clearly having heard me come down the stairs.
“How long have you been awake?” I said, rubbing the sleep from my eyes as I sat down on one of the kitchen bar stools.
He walked over to the toaster, dropped two slices in, and pushed the lever down. “Little more than an hour I’d expect. I’m used to waking up before the sun—ranch life and all. So I went out and moved my truck up in front of the cabin and figured I’d fix up some breakfast for us.”
The toast popped up a moment later and he started serving the food, bringing a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast over to me first. Setting it down in front of me before joining me with his own.
“Well, thank you. That’s really sweet of you. So, how long have you been planning all this?” I asked.
He took a few bites, then responded, “Ever since you told the group you’d be getting here early by yourself. It took a little planning, and hiding my truck where you wouldn’t see it wasn’t the easiest. But, overall, I’m rather pleased with the way it went.” Chuckling, he took another bite while slowly looking me over.
I knew he was undressing me with his forest-green eyes, and suddenly my underwear was ruined. The subtleties of this man did me in, everything from his physique to his southern drawl.
“Wait… What are we going to tell the others when they get here?” I could feel my cheeks heating up.
