I squeeze him harder. “It doesn’t matter. She’s not here now, but we are. You don’t love her.”
“No.” he tries to jerk away.
“So that’s it. You’re going to pretend that you don’t want me? That you feel nothing. That you don’t want to give me one last piece of you before you go. You gonna go home and kiss your wife after you ate me all night?”
“Watch it,” he growls the words at me.
“You want me.”
“Doesn’t mean I can have you.”
“C’mere.” I crook a finger at him.
“Fuck me,” he mutters and leans toward me.
I wrap a hand around the back of his neck. “Can you really walk away from what you feel for me?”
He pulls away and my heart shatters. My breath hitches in my throat. This is it. I’ve lost him.
“No.” I never knew one word could mean so much till now. He comes at me hot and fast. I go for his zipper, and he makes quick work of getting his jeans off. James lays me down, and slides inside me in one hard thrust that makes my body jolt. “When I’m inside you, feels like home,” he whispers into my neck. “But, baby, tonight I’m going to fuck you till you cry.”
His body moves against mine violently. Our skin slaps together, hips rubbing and rocking as though we can’t get close enough. Hard and deep his strokes are vicious. Sweat drips down his body and clings to me.
“Fuck. So wet. So tight.” He grunts and his cock jerks inside me, his warmth washing over me. Short of breath he kisses me, stroking my cheek. “Perfect, Lex.”
I hug him to me not ready to let go but knowing I have to.
Chapter Twelve
“Where you off to?” I glance at Rochelle, noticing my daughter is growing up too damn fast. I swear she keeps getting taller.
“I’m going out with Colter.”
I raise my brow at her. “Papa’s boy?”
“Yes.” She smiles, batting her lashes.
“Is this a date?”
“Maybe. I don’t know. I think so. I really like him.”
“You know the rule.”
“You already know him, so I didn’t think it’s a big deal. You like Colter and Papa is one of your best buds or whatever.”
“Whether or not I like him ain’t got shit do with him taking my daughter out.”
Ruthie comes out of the kitchen licking chocolate frosting off her fingers. “You leaving?”
“You knew about this?” Of course she did.
“I didn’t think it’d be that big a deal.”
Ignoring her, I turn my attention back to Rochelle. “He picking you up?”
“Yeah, then we’re grabbing Alexa and going out to eat.”
Hearing Alexa’s name freezes my blood.