Page 57 of Take My Breath Away
His laugher gathers strength and pace, exploding from him as he throws back his head, filling the kitchen, the whole cottage, with its richness.
“Oh, Perry, Perry, Perry,” he says, the laughter dying on his lips and from his eyes, as his smile turns wicked and his eyes darken. “I’m going to show you what it’s really like to be teased.”
James grabs my hand, pulling me through the kitchen, and up the stairs towards the bedroom.
* * *
In the bedroom, his room and the one that is now ours, James smiles into my eyes as he pushes away my fringe that’s flopped over my brow.
“You’re nervous, and you’ve no need to be. Not of me.”
I am, he’s right about that, and I don’t want to be, but—
“Of course I am,” I blurt. “Because this only happens in films and books, where you end up with the person you’ve always, erm, always had a…” I groan, and let my head fall forward from the weight of my embarrassment.
James tilts my head up. His face is split in two by a wide grin, but his eyes are soft.
“You mean a crush? You’ve had a crush? Onme?”
“Maybe,” I mumble. “All that teasing…” I sigh as he kisses me, as soft as silk.
His hands slip to my hips, where they come to rest, his touch light but anchoring as he trails a line of kisses down my neck. My sigh turns to a whimper, and I arch into him.
With one hand, he tugs at the drawstring of my tracksuit bottoms.
“Think these might need to come off. What do you think?”
His voice is low with a hint of gravel, and my cock which in its nervousness at this turn of events has softened to half-mast, fills and thickens and twitches its agreement. I nod, hard and fast, like this is my first time. My shaky fingers tussle with the tie, all it should be is a quick tug for them to fall to the floor, but I’m making a hash of it. I can’t even get undressed, and my cheeks burn because he must think I’m a young and clueless fool.
James eases my fingers away, and a second later, my tracksuit bottoms lay in a heap at my feet. He unbuttons the shirt I’m wearing, slowly, until it falls open. Pushing it from my shoulders, it too slides to the floor.
He steps away from me, and it’s impossible to see the expression on his face as the room’s in shadow. My heart hitches, and the fear along with the crushing, suffocating disappointment grabs hold of me that he’s changed his mind, that this isn’t a good idea, that I’m too jittery, too clumsy, too—
“Perry, there’s no need to be nervous. Not with me. But, if this suddenly feels like too much, or you’re unsure—”
“No. I mean, I am sure, but yeah, I am nervous.”Nervous I’ll disappoint you, that I’ll fall short of the kind of men a man like you would be used to.
“I’ll settle them for you. Let me take care of you.”
Take care of me…
No man has ever done that before, and the thought is intoxicating. My cock, which has had another attack of nerves of its own, has again found its courage as it presses hard against the restraints of my boxer briefs. I strip off the rest of my clothes and with James’ promise ringing in my ears, I stand naked before him.
“Christ, you’re beautiful.” James’ voice is little more than a croak.
He’s trying to put me at my ease, I know that’s what it is, because I’m not the word he’s just called me. I know I’m not. Nobody has ever called me that, but for now, here, in this room that is stripes of hard shadow and soft fading light shining through the partially closed wooden blinds, I’m ready to believe.
“Get into bed,” he says, his voice rough and edged with need.
He strips off quickly, discarding the layers of body hugging Lycra that leave me all but drooling everytime I see him in them, and he climbs in with me. I can feel his heat, hear his breath, smell the tang of not just his but my arousal too. Again, my nerves take over because the two of us like this, in bed together, me andJames… I’ve dreamed about it, wanted it, even stroked myself into sweaty climaxes over it, but never, ever thought… All I can do is lie here, as jittery and clueless as I was when it was my first time.
The room’s warm, or maybe it’s me, and the light as air duvet slips to the floor as James pushes it away.
“I’m sorry,” I croak.
“Sorry for what?”
“For being so—so awkward and stiff—”
