Page 28 of Seductive Secrets

“I like touching you,” she whispered.

Her words were even more of a turn on than her touch. Because he couldn’t speak, he pulled her head back and kissed her, his mouth ravenous.

He pressed her back onto the bed, then settled himself beside her. His hands slid over her skin, cupping her breast, teasing the nipple, then smoothing down over her stomach as soon as she gasped or moaned, then doing it all over again. He didn’t venture lower yet, wanting her to ask him to explore that enticing area between her legs.

James wanted to make this perfect for her. He wanted to wash away each and every one of the horrible memories of her kidnapping, of her uncle’s despicable passes at a young child. Incestuous and a pedophile – a pathetic excuse for a waste of space who would sell a human being. Not just a human being, but one of his own family! His own flesh and blood! James couldn’t fathom a more disgusting human being.

“Hey,” Angela whispered, leaning up and touching his cheek. “Where’d you go?”

He smiled at her, pressing his cheek into the palm of her hand. “I just want to make this experience incredible for you.”

She blinked.“Why?”

He considered brushing off her question. Or making a joke. Instead, he went with the truth. “Because I don’t want this to be our only time together.” He turned his head, kissing her palm. “I want to keep doing this with you.” He took her hand, lacing his fingers with hers as he pressed her backwards, leaning over her until she cradled his body with hers and he felt the silky soft skin of her thighs slide against his bare hips.

“I…do too,” she whispered haltingly.

He grinned, shifting his body against hers. “Good to know.” He lowered his head and nibbled at her lower lip.

Angela might have smiled, James wasn’t sure. He was too focused on not losing his mind when she rolled her hips against his. He could feel the heat of her core right there! He knew that she was wet and ready for him, but he wouldn’t let himself slide into her. Not yet. Not until…!

He started to slide down her body, and he didn’t let her close her legs. He wanted her open and ready for him. He wanted to taste her, he wanted to feel her climax on his tongue the first time. And then, maybe he would…!

“James!” she gasped in sudden alarm, pulling away.

He chuckled softly, then nuzzled her nipple again before taking it in his mouth, sucking hard. She groaned, tried to squirm away but he held her where he wanted her.

He relented on her breasts, for now, and moved lower. And lower. Her stomach tightened when he nipped there. James felt her fingers tangle in his hair. He turned his head slightly, enjoying the novel sensation. He’d never considered a woman’s fingers in his hair to be a sensuous experience before, but he’d never had Angela’s fingers in his hair. He loved it. He now knew what it was like to want to purr.

He kissed, nuzzled, and nipped his way down her body, enjoying a circuitous route to his destination. He was just about to move in when he felt her sit up.

“I can’t!” she yelped, pulling away from him.

James grabbed her hips and looked up. “Can’t?” he asked, not sure he understood. “What do you mean?”

Angela shook her head, her cheeks an adorable pink. “I can’t do…it…that way,” she faltered.

“Can’t do what, love?” he asked gently, shifting so that he could hold her. “What’s wrong?”

She turned and he lifted her so that she was straddling his hips and he reached down to cup her bottom. Damn, her bottom was absolutely perfect!

“I can’t…uh…climax like that.”

He eyed her curiously. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Why not?”

She shrugged. “Because I get too self-conscious. Then I start overthinking. Once I start overthinking, I can’t…” She squeaked when he flipped their positions again. Once he was looming over her, he pinned her wrists over her head.

“You won’t be overthinking when I do it, Angela,” he vowed.

Angela barely refrained from rolling her eyes. “Couldn’t we just…do the other thing?” she asked, rubbing her leg enticingly along his thigh. Why had he tried to do that to her? She wanted to cry but fought back the tears. Everything had been so amazingly, shockingly good. Right up until she realizedwhat he was aiming for. Angela was ready to pull away and just…take a shower or go to the store and grab a bag of chips.

“Yes. We can do ‘the other thing’,” he teased, kissing her shoulder before moving lower. “But first, how about if you let me try?”

“Because…” she groaned when he touched her with his fingers. Well, one finger. One very…woah! A very talented finger! What in the world was he…doing! “Dear heaven!” she whispered, grinding against his hand, trying to get his finger to…to the right! Yes, exactly like that! Oh, my yes! Just like…! He stopped!

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