“Just like that, Raven. Fuck, you take me so well.”
Not realizing I’d closed my eyes, I open them to see him watching between my legs.
“Watching my dick slide in and out of you like this makes me want to blow my load.” His voice is low and dark, like he’s trying to hold himself back.
I’m too lost in the sensation of his hips thrusting up into me to care. My rhythm gets thrown off as I let him use me for all that I am. I feel his hand brush against my clit as I remember something from a book I once read. I reach one hand behind me and cup his balls, gently massaging them.
“Shit! Fuck,” he roars, which only causes me to explode, and I come with a scream, white noise filling my ears, and my vision going blurry.
I come to as James slowly and gently thrusts into me, emptying the remains of his cum inside me. His hands are still at my hips, clutching them in a grip that’s sure to leave bruises, but I can’t bring myself to care—I’ll wear those marks with pride.
I flop against his chest, my breathing heavy as I come down from cloud nine. Is it always this good, or is it just James that does this to me? I’ve got nothing else to compare it to.
“How are you feeling, baby?”
“Good. Sore, but good,” I mumble against his chest where my face is currently squished.
He chuckles gently. “Let me take care of you, pretty girl.”
Using all of my willpower—which isn’t very much—I roll myself onto the bed, facing the ceiling. I stretch out like a cat, my arms going above my head and my toes pointed as my muscles relax, completely sated.
James comes back into the room and gently cleans between my legs. “You were absolutely perfect tonight, baby,” he praises.
I peer at his face through exhausted eyes, a small smile tugging at my lips as I watch the concentration on his face.
Once he’s done, he throws the cloth into the laundry basket across the room and grabs a bottle of water. Before he says anything, I sit up, taking it from him and drinking the whole thing.
“Good girl,” he says, his eyes soft as he runs a gentle hand down the side of my face. “You don’t know how happy you make me when you let me take care of you.” He climbs into bed next to me. “Are you hungry?” he asks, stroking my hair and placing kisses to my forehead.
I shake my head. “No, I’m good, Daddy.” I snuggle into him as much as I possibly can without being on top of him again and sigh in contentment.
Can life really get any better than this?
Chapter Forty-Two
JAMES
Raven fell asleep a while ago, and I’m feeling the cold sweat of dread sinking its way in. This woman is too perfect for me. The ways this could all go wrong, not to mention the threat on her life, fills me with an emotion I’ve never felt before—fear. Existing in a world without Raven doesn’t feel like any place I want to be. I need to hold myself back, to erect my carefully curated walls again. Not only to protect me, but to protect her as well.
Knowing I won’t get any sleep, I sigh and gently remove myself from her arms. Grabbing my discarded clothes, I quickly get dressed. I glance back and see her cuddled up with my pillow, still blissfully asleep and unaware of my internal freakout. The thought of leaving her doesn’t sit right, but staying doesn’t either.
I cover her back over before heading downstairs. I get to the foyer, heading to the office to catch up with work, but a knock at the door stops me.
Crossing the room, I open the door to see a face I’d rather not.
“What are you doing here?” I whisper-yell, stepping out onto the porch and gently shutting the door behind me.
“Can I come in?”
I cross my arms over my chest. “I have nothing to say to you,” I grind out.
“Please, James. Just… let me explain.”
I sigh heavily before turning on my heel and walking through the house to the living room—the furthest away from Raven. I grab two glasses from the shelf, pouring us both a generous amount of whiskey before handing him the glass and taking a seat on the opposite sofa.
“Good stuff,” Drew says after taking a sip, tilting the glass in salute.
“Get to the point as to why you’re here, Drew,” I demand.
