Page 77 of Take My Breath Away
“Jesus.” I squeeze my eyes closed as fireworks explode in the darkness and I release, filling him up with my cum, emptying myself into him in wave after hot wave.
The bones in my body dissolve and I collapse, gasping for air as my lungs burn. Beneath me, Perry’s breathing is as out of control as my own, but there’s more, I can feel it even though I’m dazed and wrung out. I push myself up onto my forearms, but God alone knows where I find the strength, and open my eyes. My heart rate, already at danger level, skips a beat, as Perry gazes up at me with tears running down is face.
Panic surges through me.
“Perry? I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you—”
“No,” he shakes his head. The tears roll down his face but he’s smiling, smiling harder than I’ve ever seen before. He’s alight with happiness. “You didn’t, you couldn’t hurt me, not ever. I’m just… Oh, I don’t know. God, you must think I’m an utter twat, crying when I’ve got nothing to be crying about. It’s never been like this, I’ve never felt…” He squeezes his eyes closed and turns away as though embarrassed by his outpourings.
I’ve never felt like this… about anybody. Except for you…Deep in my chest, my heart twists and tumbles, spins and somersaults as silently I finish his words for him, words that have become mine.
His arms are still stretched above his head. He’s not tried to pull himself free, even though he so easily could have done. It’s a sign of his trust in me. A light tug is all it takes for the bonds to slip from his wrists, and I gather him up, holding him close as his arms loop around me, floppy and loose.
“I’ve got you, baby, I’ve got you.” I whisper the words, in between scattering soft kisses over his silky hair.
His heart’s beating fast and hard against my own, but wrapped in my arms his pulse calms and steadies, and I rub my cheek over the top of his head, telling him over and over that I have him. But it’s only half the story, because the other half is that Perry hasme.He has my heart, every little piece of it. He’s always had it.
Our cooling bodies are sticky with sweat and more. He’s filled with my release, and I can’t help the flame of possessiveness that flares within me, the instinct basic and primitive knowing I’ve claimed him and made him mine. My lips twitch a smile. Take off the suit and shed the tie, and the caveman is revealed.
We should shower, and wash it all away, but there’s not the slightest chance I’ll let Perry escape my arms, not tonight. He’s fallen asleep, I can feel it in the steady rhythm of his breathing as soft warmth wafts against my neck where he’s nuzzled into me.
Slowly, carefully, I settle us both, and pull the duvet over us. He doesn’t move a muscle, and I close my eyes, more content than I’ve ever been as I let sleep claim me.
Chapter Thirty-Three
PERRY
“Time to wake up head, sleepy head.”
James’ words come to me through a fog. I don’t want to wake up and let go of those soft and gentle kisses filling my dream. I groan and turn over, but his laughter and the fingers trailing over my back slowly return me to life. But it’s not just my head coming back to life, as I push my hips into the mattress in response to the pulse between my legs.
“Come on baby, rise and shine.”
I open an eye, and peer at James. He’s lying next to me, as fresh and awake as I’m not. He’s smiling and he looks so happy it makes my heart dance. His face is only inches from mine and I know all those delicious kisses were no dream, and my heart does a full-on jig.
“Morning,” I croak.
“It’s a beautiful day.” A soft smile plays on his lips, and his eyes are warm. It’s not just the weather he’s talking about.
He runs his palm down my cheek and over the scruff that’s prickling through my skin and I can’t help but push into his touch. My dick’s fully awake and even though James is as fresh as a daisy, I want to make him dirty again. I tilt my head to lay a kiss on his arm and look up at him through my lashes.
He laughs before he places a quick kiss on top of my head and rolls off the bed. My seduction technique obviously needs fine tuning. Then again, I am covered in dried cum, and stink of sweat and sex.
“Jump in the shower and then get dressed. We’re going out for breakfast.”
“Can’t we make it lunch?” I pat the bed, still warm from where he was lying on it.
“Greedy boy.” The words have nothing to do with food, not if his sultry smile’s anything to go by.
Maybe all he needs is a bit of gentle persuasion… The growly rumble of my stomach puts paid to that. Maybe breakfast isn’t such a bad idea after all.
He presses his lips to my ear and a shudder dances down my spine as his warm breath caresses my skin.
“You’ve got half an hour. If you are not ready by then I’ll drag you out.”
“Even if I’m still half-naked, for all the world to see?”
He narrows his eyes, dark and stormy, all playfulness gone. “I’m the only one you will ever be naked for, Perry Buckland.” His voice is low and tight, almost a hiss.
