16. Billie

CHAPTER 16

BILLIE

T his was not the plan.

I meant to hug James, but he must have misread my intentions. And then, suddenly, his lips were on mine and it was like tasting heaven.

And now here we are, bursting through the door of our hotel room, kissing like our lives depend on it.

My hands roam over his chest, feeling the hard planes of his muscles beneath his shirt. I can't get enough of him, can't get close enough to him. I want to crawl inside him, to be as close as two people can possibly be.

James breaks the kiss, gasping for breath. We stare at each other, our chests heaving.

"Billie," he says, his voice rough with emotion. "Are you sure about this? I don't want to pressure you into anything."

I nod, my heart pounding in my chest. "I'm sure. I've never been surer of anything in my life."

And then we're kissing again, our hands pulling at each other's clothes, desperate for more. We fall onto the bed, our bodies tangled together. James's hands move over my skin, igniting every nerve ending.

I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He groans, his lips trailing down my neck.

"Billie," he murmurs against my skin. "You're so beautiful."

"James," I whisper. "Please. I need you."

Everything else seems to fall away. The fact that I'm his employee. The medical questions — which I now know I'll never have answers to, since James doesn't know who his birth parents are.

It all slips away, until there's nothing but the two of us left.

James kisses me with such tenderness. I whimper, needing him so badly it's like a fever.

And then his fingers slide into my underwear, and it's like he's lighting the fuse on a bomb. I can feel my body reacting to his touch. He rubs his thumb against me, and I'm so close to coming it almost hurts.

"James," I moan.

He kisses me again, his tongue sliding into my mouth. I can taste myself there. I'm so turned on right now, it's like I'm living out a fantasy.

He rubs my clit, and it's all it takes. I come apart, crying out his name.

James kisses me with more passion than before, his tongue exploring my mouth. He groans, pulling his hand away, and I whimper, feeling empty without him touching me.

"I want you," he growls, ripping my underwear off.

He stands, quickly removing his clothes. His body is muscles upon muscles, sculpted to perfection.

I stare at him in awe, and he smiles again, coming down to kneel on the bed next to me. He kisses me again, his hands running over my body.

I undo his belt and unzip his pants, taking his cock out. He's huge and hard, and my body thrums with need.

He kisses me hard, and then pulls my underwear off. We're both completely naked now, and he stares at my body.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs.

I shake my head. "I'm not…"

"You are," he whispers, gently cupping my face. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

I stare into his eyes, and believe it.

James leans over me, kissing me again, his body pressing down on mine. I feel his cock brushing against my hip, leaving a trail of wetness.

"Please," I moan. I need him inside me now.

"I'll be gentle," he whispers, picking up his pants and pulling a condom from his wallet.

I take the condom from him and roll it onto his length as we kiss. Somehow, it's the most erotic part of our time together so far.

He lifts my leg, slowly entering me. I can feel my body stretching around him. He's so big and thick, I can barely take him all in.

He slowly pushes into me, and I whimper, pain and pleasure mixed together. He's burying himself deeper and deeper into me, and I moan.

We're moving together, our bodies locked in place, his mouth on mine. I can feel his muscles tense under my hands, and I know he's close. We're both so close.

I'm feeling something I've never felt before, so intense that it scares me. My senses are on overload, and I'm wrapped up in all of it. His scent, his taste, his touch. Everything about James is overwhelming, and I don't ever want to be free of it.

And then everything bursts into a million pieces, and I'm flying.

I cling to James, taking everything he has to give me. His arms wrap around me, holding me in place. I'm safe and warm in his embrace, and I never want this to end.

"You feel so good," James whispers, his voice hoarse. "So fucking good."

I bite my lip, curling my fingers into the sheets as he begins to move. He's taking me higher, faster, my body reacting to him as if it knows him. This is more than just fucking; it isn't just sex. This is passion.

He's gentle with me, and I can tell that he cares. He doesn't just want to fuck me; he wants me to feel good.

James pulls back, staring into my eyes. Wrapping my legs around him, I pull him deeper inside me. I can feel his body shuddering, and I know that he's close to the edge. We're both right there, so close.

I can feel my orgasm building, my body tightening, my muscles coiling. I'm heading into the darkness, and I'm afraid.

But I hold still, waiting for James to come.

Keeping himself buried in me, James grabs my face, staring into my eyes. He breathes out, and I feel him throb inside me, and then he releases.

I come with him, our bodies joined. It's like I'm melting into him, the two of us becoming one and the same.

We collapse flat on the mattress, his arms around me and my face pressed against his chest.

He's buried inside me, and I can feel our heartbeats, the rhythm matching as we move together.

"I've never felt anything like that," James whispers, tracing my face with his fingertips.

He wraps his arms tighter around my body, holding me in place.

"I can't believe that just happened," I whisper. "What are we doing?"

"I don't know," he says, pulling me close and holding me as I drift off to sleep.