But he didn’t release her.
He kept a firm grip on her hand even as he swung his leg over the bike. Then he drew her close and kissed her again.
The kiss at the festival had been soft and warm, melted caramel poured over molten chocolate.
The kiss outside Good Beginnings was hard and insistent, the crack of lightning striking the ground.
His hands gripped her ass. His mouth slanted over hers. Holding her tight, he walked her backwards toward the door while she dug in her purse for her keys.
As soon as they stepped inside, James was on her again, fierce and unrelenting. He ran a hand under her shirt and cupped her breast, his rough skin searing her with pleasure.
“I’ve wanted you since you took me home from Hurricane’s that first night,” he murmured against her lips, then trailed his mouth down to her throat and kissed along her collarbone and shoulder. “I’ve tried to ignore it, but I can’t. Not anymore.”
Ellie groaned and leaned her head back to give him room to work while grabbing a handful of his hard on through his jeans. She couldn’t wait to wrap her hands around his shaft, to feel the shudder of pleasure run through him as she took control. While James pulled her shirt over her head and lowered his mouth to her breast, she fumbled with the button on his jeans. He bit down lightly, using his teeth to pull on the lace of her bra, then circled her hardened nipple with his tongue.
Ellie finally managed to undo his zipper and slipped a hand inside, eager to feel his velvety hardness. She gasped when she found she could barely wrap her fingers around him, the space between her thumb and middle finger enough to completely steal her attention from what he was doing to her chest.
“Holy shit, you’re big,” she said.
“I’ll go slow until you’re used to it.”
His words sent a tremor through her body. She ran her hand across his sheath and he moaned, throwing his head back.
“Take your shirt off,” she murmured.
“Take me to your office,” he said. “Too many windows.” He was right of course, even with the lights off, the chances of someone walking by and looking in were high. Stopping to grab her shirt off the floor, Ellie led James through the kitchen to her office in the back, side-stepping the half-dried pile of mayonnaise on the tile.
He was on her as soon as she flicked on the lights, unhooking her bra and sliding it off her shoulders. Stepping back, his gaze skated along her naked torso, the hunger in his eyes predatory.
“You are fucking magnificent.” He licked his lips. “Take off your pants. I need to see you. I’ve been fantasizing about this too long.”
“You’re not the only one with fantasies, you know. I need to know what’s under that shirt.” She tugged at the fabric separating them.
James shook his head. “Get naked, Ellie. Now.”
The confidence in his tone set her on fire. Keeping her eyes trained on his, she undid the button and zipper in her shorts and let them slide down her legs to the floor. She hooked her fingers in her panties and pulled down just a little on the waistband, teasing him.
He groaned in appreciation. “All the way.”
She had never been with someone so demanding before and it turned her on more than she could’ve imagined. She did as she was told and stood naked before him, reveling in his hunger for her.
“Now you,” she said.
“I’m not used to taking orders, Ellie.”
“Neither am I.” She stepped into him and slid her hands back into his pants, smiling when she felt a little bead of moisture on the tip of his cock. She wanted him in her mouth, and she was tired of waiting.
Ignoring the fact that James was still completely dressed, she pulled his dick out and kneeled in front of him, curious to see just how much of him she could take. She swirled her tongue around his tip, amazed by its girth, then licked his shaft.
“Stand up,” he growled, pulling his shirt off. “You’ve taken care of me since day one. Tonight, let me take care of you.”
Ellie had no intention of doing what he said, but as soon as his shirt was off, he pulled her to her feet. With firm hands on her shoulders, James guided her to her desk and perched her on the edge, legs spread. She had a moment to realize that the tattoos on his arms met on his chest and back. That they were, in fact, one very large tattoo. A moment to appreciate the chiseled muscles in his chest and his tight stomach. And then he was on his knees, spreading her thighs with his hand, and running his tongue up her slit. She leaned back on her elbows, her heavy braid bouncing on the desk behind her, papers sliding to the floor.
“I’ve wondered how you taste,” he said and then went to work driving her crazy. His tongue circling her clit, his scruff rough against the tender flesh between her legs, his fingers warm as he drove first one, then another inside her. She whimpered, unable to speak through her pleasure.
No one had ever gone down on her like that before.
No one had ever made her feel so good before.
Her orgasm built quickly, a freight train barreling down the tracks. Her muscles began to clench just in time for James to stop doing what he was doing.
“Oh no, Ellie. You don’t get to come until I give you permission and I want your first orgasm to be with me inside you.”
She melted at his words, shocked how much she liked being told what to do. She didn’t respond, but only because she couldn’t. James dug in his pocket
