Page 46 of Dark Secrets

“Nothing?” He increased the pressure against her clit. “I can feel your pussy clench down on my fingers every time I touch this spot right here.” He grazed it inside her as he pumped in and out, and she squirmed. “Your hips rock when I pinch your clit like this.”

She whimpered low in her throat when his fingers tightened around her clit, and her hips lifted off the table.

“Delaney?”

His fingers moved like a piston inside her, and she couldn’t stop her hips from matching his rhythm, breath catching in the back of her throat when his fingers tightened on her clit again.

“Hmm?”

“I want to feel you come.”

“Oh God.”

“Can you do that for me?”

He curled his fingers inside her, the tips catching against that sensitive spot while his mouth replaced his pinching fingers, licking and sucking at her clit.

“Yes,” she whimpered. “Fuck.”

He pushed her closer and closer to the edge of control with his lips, his tongue, his fingers. He begged her to come undone for him, and when she did, she sobbed his name.

He stood up and settled between her thighs but didn’t move to touch her again, waiting for her to set the pace. “More?”

She nodded. “More. I want to feel you inside me.” She wouldn’t normally be so bold, but caution couldn’t penetrate the lusty haze in her brain.

James instantly scooped her up off the pool table and turned for the hallway. “Your room or mine?”

“Yours.” She pressed her lips to the column of his throat. “I think your bed is bigger.”

“And it’s got condoms.”

Grinning, he turned toward his room and shoved the door open with his shoulder. It was simple, like the guest room, but she could see little touches of him. A collection of watches on top of the dresser, a framed photo of a woman and a little boy, a big TV hung on the wall.

He set her down on the edge of the bed and worked his button and zipper open. She dragged her tongue over her lower lip as he tugged his jeans and boxers down his hips.

“I haven’t been with anyone in a long time,” she confessed. “Not anyone I wanted to be with anyway.”

He frowned, but he didn’t press her for an explanation. “We don’t have to do this. I can eat you until your eyes cross instead.”

She laughed, her heart flip-flopping in her chest. “That is such a tempting offer. Maybe later. Right now, I very much want you.”

James reached into the nightstand and pulled out a condom. “We only go as fast or as slow as you want, Delaney. Always.”

She reached for the packet when he ripped it open and delighted in his low hiss and the subtle thrust of his hips when she slid the condom down his length and stroked back up.

“Let’s start with slow and see what happens.”

He eased her back on the bed and covered her body with his. She sighed at the weight of him, at the feel of his lips caressing the skin of her shoulder. She arched against his chest when his hand cupped her breast. It felt almost foreign to have a man touch her to elicit her pleasure and not his own.

Still, as much as she enjoyed it, as much as she wanted him, she couldn’t stop her mind from drifting somewhere darker, somewhere forbidden, somewhere where she’d been unable to stop the man from climbing on top of her and doing whatever he wanted to her body. Her breath shuddered against James’s ear, and he stilled.

He pulled back to look down at her, and all at once, she felt shame and embarrassment wash over her. He was not her tormentor; she couldn’t imagine him ever doing those things to her. She couldn’t tell him. He’d never want to touch her again, and it felt like too much, like too deep of a look inside her soul.

“I need to see your face,” she whispered.

He didn’t hesitate, rolling so he was on his back and she was positioned above him, her thighs straddling his hips. When she shifted, she felt the brush of his length against her core, and she bit back a moan. The freedom to move, to see him, to be able to touch him as much or as little as she wanted, whenever she wanted, lifted a weight from her shoulders.

His hands caressed the tops of her thighs, and his fingertips traced over the shape of the tattoo on her hip, the one he’d been too busy to notice earlier. She felt herself slowly slide back into her body, felt the lust for him lick low in her belly.

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