I want that uncontrolled need unleashed from him again. It was like a switch had been flipped. He’d dominated me in ways I had no idea I needed. It never occurred to me that I would like to be told what to do sexually. It’s not as if I have experience with any of it besides James, but I know that when he tells me to do something it gets me going. I feel myself grow wet thinking about it. My body throbs from the memory alone.
Maybe I was bad at it? Crap. That thought had never occurred to me until right now. But it didn’t seem as though I was bad at it by the look James wore on his face while I was doing it. That can’t be it, but wondering what changed is going to drive me crazy. I kick off my heels. I am not doing this to myself again. I’ve been having all these crazy different thoughts over and over again. I either need to ask or let it go before I drive myself insane. I grab my heels before heading toward my bedroom to change out of my dress from the rehearsal dinner. Tomorrow is the big day. Tinsley is finally getting married. She’ll finally have the happily ever after she truly deserves.
I go to the bathroom to get ready for bed. I snag one of James' shirts and pull it on. When I come back out, James is coming in with Bear. “Any of your shows on?” he asks, giving me another kiss.
“We can watch one of yours,” I offer.
“Love when you wear my shirt.” His hand skims down my hip.
“It’s all I’m wearing.” I give him a wicked smile, watching his eyes flare with desire.
“I'm going to change.” He drops his hand from my hips, heading back toward my bedroom. It is moments like this one that make me think something is wrong. Before the night of the bachelorette party he would have picked me up and taken me back to bed and had his head between my thighs.
I don’t think the honeymoon stage is supposed to be over this fast. More so if you still haven't gone all the way. I might not know much about dating, but I know something isn't right. It’s starting to freak me out.
I plop down on the sofa pulling out my notebook, my fingers running down my list. James appears a few moments later in his sweats without a shirt on. That throb between my legs comes back with a vengeance. I allow my eyes to trace over his well-defined abs. I don’t think this man could get any hotter.
“Are you going to the gym?” I ask, looking at the time. He’s been using the gym in my building on the top floor. I didn't even know it was there before James started using it. I’ve gone with him a few times and now I find myself making it a habit. Not because I like working out either. James draws a lot of attention.
“No.” I sink back into the sofa. Good, tomorrow is going to be a full day. “You do know you don’t have to go with me.” He opens the fridge, pulling out a bottle of water for himself and a cherry 7UP for me.
“Then who will count your reps?” I close my notepad and put it down. He gives me a sexy smirk while sitting down next to me. He opens my soda can, handing it to me. He’s always so attentive when it comes to me.
“You know I only want you, right?” His face grows serious. He must have read my thoughts or something.
“You’re a very handsome man.” I take a sip of my soda before putting my drink down. That is part of the problem. He’s a man and, well, I’m out of my depth here. This is what happens when you have an overbearing mom who tries to control your every move. I’m like a fish out of water when it comes to this.
“Sweetness.” He grabs me, pulling me into his lap. “I swear you have no fucking idea how beautiful you are, and that in itself takes it to another level altogether.” My heart warms and some of my doubts melt away. I keep allowing myself to get into my own head. It’s only been a week, Carly. Get it together, I remind myself again. “You ready to meet my parents?”
“What?” I gasp. Meet his parents? I’ve never even seen where he lives.
“Yes.” He chuckles. “Reed’s aunt and uncle.”
“Right.” Duh. Of course. No, I am not ready to meet them! One of the many things I’ve learned about James in the small time we have been together is that he loves his parents. He respects their opinion. Which means whatever they think of me is going to mean something to him. “Are you ready for me to meet your parents? I mean, this is being thrust on you not by choice really. They don’t have to know we’re, we’re...” I can’t find the words because I don’t want to say the wrong thing. “We’re like together,” I finally put together.