She laughed. “Do something about them then.”
“Okay.” He bunched his hands at the neckline of his shirt and yanked it apart.
Cotton tore. Buttons dropped to the carpeted floor, and then he shoved his hand between her thighs and buried a finger into her sex once more.
Concentrated lust flooded through her at the rough invasion, and she rolled her hips. How did he know what she wanted so well? Like they’d made love to each other over and over before? How?
She tore her mouth from his, her moan reverberating around the living room.
“Oh, wow…” She scraped her nails over his shoulders, riding his finger. “Oh James, I’m going…”
An orgasm ripped through her, hard and fast, tearing a choked groan from her. No. She didn’t want it to be over yet. Not yet. She wanted—
He parted her folds with two fingers, running his tongue over the tiny nub of sensitive flesh he’d revealed.
“Holy fuck.” She clawed at the back of the sofa, her knees trembling. “I like that a lot.”
He did it again, a low chuckle sending vibrations through her sex.
She shoved her hips forward. “That’s so good.”
He pulled away, grinning up at her. “Of course it is. Are you surprised?”
She shook her head, her breath ragged. “No.”
He chuckled. “Question?”
“Shoot.”
“If I were to make love to you here, right here on this sofa, would you regret it?”
She hadn’t expected to be romanced tonight. Hell, she hadn’t expected to be naked in his home, let alone riding the wave of a bone-melting orgasm. For him to ask her how she felt about where he made love to her…
What was it about him that threw her for loop after loop after loop? Only a few days ago he was the biggest bastard in her life. But now…oh God, now…
Now he’s what?
“I won’t regret it.” Who cared what he was now. Now it was about the base hunger throbbing through her. “Not at all.”
“Are you sure?”
“I am. About you. About this. About us.”
His nostrils flared. Something dark flickered in his eyes. “Us,” he murmured, before lowering back to his knees and smoothing his hands up the inside of her thighs.
“Us right now.” Her head swam as his fingertips skimmed her folds, still sensitive from her orgasm.
He bent at the waist and placed a gentle kiss on the skin above her navel. “Right now.” He moved his lips up to the under swell on her right breast. “And later tonight.”
He skimmed his mouth over her nipple. “And tomorrow morning.”
A shudder wracked her. Her eyes fluttered closed. She drew in a swift breath, the caress of his lips and tongue on her flesh detonating fresh arousal in her.
“Just right now,” she insisted, even as she raked her nails up to cup the back of his head.
He circled her nipple with his tongue. She moaned, fisting her hand in his hair.
“We’ll discuss everything after just right now later. But for now…” He straightened to his feet.
“What are you looking for?”
He didn’t answer. Instead, he scooped up his discarded tuxedo jacket, withdrew his wallet from its inside pocket, and flipped open the black leather.
Her heart smashed up into her throat. Condom. He’s getting a condom.
Her breath quickened. Oh God, when was the last time she…
He lifted his gaze from the condom packet in his fingers, a question in his eyes she had no answer for. She swallowed, her pulse leaping into frantic flight.
Something stirred deep inside her at the idea of him entering her without being encased in latex. Something base and carnal. And yet…
“Do you want me to put this on?” He studied her, his body motionless.
Such a loaded question.
“I will if you want me to.”
She raked a jerky gaze over him, her heart wild. He stood before her, exposed in every way.
His chest rose and fell as he pulled his own ragged breath. “I’m giving you the power. This is me, showing you I trust you.”
“I don’t want you to wear it.” She didn’t. Not at all.
He closed his eyes, a soft sigh falling from him. She’d never seen him look so vulnerable. Or happy.