10. Chapter 10

Chapter 10

~ James ~

I never understood the expression of seeing red, of being that angry that the color overtook your vision. But I sure as fuck saw it when some man tried to cut in on my dance. And I saw it when she said she would let him.

So, I did the best thing I could.

Took her lips like it was the air I needed to breathe.

Best fucking decision ever because they were soft, sweet, perfect, and would bring me to my knees if I didn't get her out of this place and into a room, any fucking room, soon.

Without thought, I slid my hands from around her neck, over her luscious curves, down to cup and squeeze her ass, then lifted her. Her ankles locked behind me, and I didn't give a flying fuck who saw us walk out of the room like that.

Let the whole damn boat know she was spoken for.

I walked her down the corridor, into an elevator, and took her down to our floor. Lucky for me, she was just three cabins down. Not that I was letting her out of the room tonight, or into tomorrow for that matter.

All of this was mine.

Carefully, I got us back to my room, where I shoved her against the door, once more claiming her lips that were already swollen from my kisses. I couldn't even begin to explain the power that had over me!

With A groan, I ran my hand over her legs, wanting to feel so much more of her. Why did she like to push me? Why did she bug me?

How the hell did she get under my skin?

To have someone sway me like this was new. But far from unwanted.

I slipped my tongue between her lips, caressing her own as my fingers slipped under her skirt and to her inner thighs, feeling the heat from her core burn me.

Damn it, she was on fire as much as I was.

I pulled her thong to the side and slipped my finger into her, groaning at her tightness and the way she clenched my finger. It felt like Heaven, and I couldn't wait to bury my dick in it. Talk about seeing Nirvana.

I added another finger, swallowing the gasp she was trying to release. I wanted to hear the sounds, but more importantly, I wanted to feel them in my soul. Something new, yet again.

I was far from a selfish lover; I wanted my partner to be pleased before I sought my own release. But I was always sure to come. Here, now, with this woman panting and moaning in my arms, I could die happy if she got all the pleasure while I got none. In fact, feeling and hearing her was making me want to explode in my pants and that was something I'd never done.

"Let me feel you squeeze my fingers. Let me feel your juices coat my hand like you will coat my cock," I told her, my breath floating over her bruised lips.

"Oh, shit, James, that mouth."

"Someone likes the dirty talk."

"Didn't...before," she panted, throwing her head back. Her nails dug into my arms as her pussy lips spasmed around my digits as she came. "Holy fuck!" she cried, and it was one of the greatest chants to ever be heard.

With her pliant body, I easily took her to my bed where I stripped her down, marveling at the stunner before me.

I loved the confidence she had. Her curves helped her attraction, in my opinion. And rather than cover them up, or be embarrassed about them, she owned them. Proudly being on display for my hungry eyes. Hell, every woman I've been with, always tried to cover up. But not this siren before me.

"Are you just going to stare at me, or do you plan on undressing and fucking me at some point?"

"Woman," I growled, yanking off my shirt and tossing it behind me. No one controlled me in the bedroom. Not even this little minx. She can do it elsewhere, but not here. And I was about to show her that. She giggled, causing her breasts to bounce and I stared in fascination. Talk about a sight I didn't know could make me hard. Or, in this case, make it worse.

"James," she whimpered, and I focused back on her face.

"Yes?"

"You didn't strike me as the type to tease."

"I do what the fuck I want when I want."

I roughly grabbed her legs, yanked her down, and buried my tongue so far into her cunt she didn't have time to process. Her fingers reached out and raked through my hair, holding me in place. As if I would want to leave this feast. I lifted my eyes to watch her as I flicked my tongue over her clit, loving as her hips arched upward.

"Holy shit," she moaned, trying to stop the waves from rolling through her. But her body was giving me all the signs she was cresting to the top of the pleasure coaster and was about to fall over. "Never…came….twice…so close….together."

"Just watch, Princess," I stopped to tell her, only to move my tongue even faster, loving how she cried out as she came yet again, coating my face. And hell, nothing ever tasted better, or even smelt better. I'd have her around for days and I didn't mind that in the least.

"Need…rest," she whimpered, letting her legs fall open as she removed her fingers from my hair.

"Rest?" I questioned, cocking my brow. She blinked a few times before refocusing her eyes on me. She nodded, unable to say anything and I smirked. "There's no rest for the wicked, Princess. Don't you know just how wicked you are? How wicked I am?" At that, her eyes opened wide, and she sucked in a sharp breath.

"James-"

But I cut her off. "Don't. You are wicked, and you know it. And in this room, it's a good thing. Outside of it, we'll talk later about it." I slowly trailed my fingers over her inner thighs before placing light kisses there, enjoying how she shuddered with my touch.

"I'm too sensitive," she whispered, and I grinned. Talk about stroking a man's ego.

"I know. Which is why," I started, trailing my fingers through her center as I latched onto a nipple, sucking it hard, chuckling as I felt the wetness start, "I'm giving you a small break."

"Longer…"

"Just enjoy, Princess."

I wasn't sure when the endearment started, but I liked it. Especially knowing she was ‘The Witch' in the courtroom and amongst her colleagues. I watched her as I kept lightly teasing her pussy while lavishing my attention on her nipples.

When she started thrusting, I took that as my cue, stripping as fast as I could, grabbed her hips, and pushed into her wetness. I struggled to hold myself in check as I felt her wrapped around me.

Like a fucking glove. That's how she felt. Just so perfect.

And when I looked into her eyes, they blazed with a fire I hadn't seen before. Desire, passion, lust; it was all rolling into one and I felt a stirring in my chest that I could only chalk up to being something new, like the rest of the night.