He couldn’t get enough of her. She arched to him, her br**sts unconfined beneath the loose silk shirt she wore, her pants-covered thighs plastered to his as she pressed her mound hard against the thick erection beneath his slacks. The soft cotton pants she wore would do her little good, he promised himself. She would soak them with the juices from her sweet little cunt just as she had the silk slacks.
With a muttered groan he pulled back from the kiss and stared into her face. Her eyes were dazed, her expression slack with sensual need. He could have her now if he was willing to take her. To give her no time for thought, to allow her to believe he had forced the control from her as he had in the bedroom. That would only hurt his intent. It would do nothing to further his own personal goals.
“Enough,” he growled, holding onto her as he pushed her into the recliner at his side. “Sit there. And don’t get up, Ella, or I promise, you’ll regret it,” he warned her as she made to do just that.
Evidently she heard the strain of his own fight for control in his voice. She pressed herself tighter against the back of the chair, staring up at him with wide eyes.
James drew in a tight breath. His c**k throbbed beneath his pants, pleading for a touch, no matter how timid, no matter how forced. He gritted his teeth and moved back from her.
“Ten years,” he bit out, watching her broodingly. “I’ve wanted you for ten years, Ella, and I’m tired of fighting it.”
She shook her head, shock darkening her eyes. “That’s not possible.” Her voice was thready, desperate.
“Oh, it’s more than possible.” Disgust welled inside him. “I’ve wanted you until I could barely breathe, ever since I walked into that damned house of Jase’s and saw all that careful control as you fought to give him at least part of what he wanted.”
Her face flamed and her eyes looked wild.
“Did you think I couldn’t see who you were, Ella? Every time I saw you, you watched me as though you were terrified. Your ni**les would harden, your face would flush, and I knew you wanted me. Me, Ella. And I fought it, fought it just as f**king hard as you did until I walked into that playroom.”
He remembered it clearly. Seeing her strapped down on the cot, unaroused, but trying, as Jase fought to pleasure her. He had seen her small cunt; dry yet looking so soft, so tender, as Jase touched it. Then she had seen him. She had fought Jase, screaming at him, crying, but James had watched her cunt. And within seconds it had glistened, her juices spreading over the delicate lips.
He had left. Turned and stalked from the room because he couldn’t stand to see her lying there, crying brokenly as she cursed her husband. Jase had given up. He hadn’t loved her, and James knew it. What he needed sexually drove him, until he began to bring other women to his bed as his wife moved to the solitary comfort of a downstairs bedroom.
Never in my home. Never again, she had said earlier. He had seen the humiliation flash in her gaze. Jase had brought other women to her home, had taken them to his bed, destroying the pride that was so much a part of her.
“I want you to leave.” Her voice quivered as she crossed her arms beneath her br**sts, refusing to look at him. “I want you to leave now.”
James snorted. “Do you enjoy wasting your breath, Ella? You don’t want me to leave. You’re just too f**king scared for me to stay.”
“No.” She shook her head desperately.
“Yes,” he all but snarled. “Prove it then. Stand up, Ella, and drop those pants. Let me sink my fingers into that tight cunt and see if you’re still wet and ready for me, because I bet you are. I bet you would come again, Ella…”
“Stop it.” She jerked to her feet, her voice raspy, hoarse. “You’re younger…”
“I’ll f**k you harder than any man your own age could ever hope to.” He stood in front of her, staring down at her furiously. “Better yet, Ella, I’ll f**k you like you need it. I’ll make all those nasty little fantasies of yours reality, and then I’ll teach you some you could have never imagined.”
“I won’t listen to this,” she raged heatedly. “I let you come into my house as a guest…”
“And I’ll come in your pu**y as your lover,” he bit out, breaking over her outraged declaration. “Your pu**y, your mouth, your ass. Wherever I can get my c**k in, Ella, I’ll f**k you until I can fill every inch of your body with my cum.”
She collapsed back in the chair. He could see her trembling, fighting herself as well as him.
“But we both know it’s not that easy, don’t we, baby?” He stooped in front of her, his hands going to the button of her pants. “We both know that what I want will be more intense, and a hell of a lot more serious than anything Jase ever asked of you, and that’s what’s scaring the hell out of you.”
“James.” Her hand covered his as her voice broke. “Don’t do this to me, please.”
“Don’t do what, Ella?” he asked her, tenderness—fuck, love—welling inside him so deep, so strong it nearly strangled him. “Don’t give you what you need? Don’t satisfy your fantasies, your desires? Don’t show you how damned good it’s going to hurt when my c**k pushes inside your tight pu**y? Sorry, baby, but I think I just reached the end of my control. I won’t let you run anymore.”
* * * * *
Ella watched James, seeing the determination in his eyes, the lust that flushed his face, tightened his features, and she couldn’t find the words to fight him. She trembled before him instead, her body still weak, still vibrating in longing after the climax he had given her earlier. She needed more. Her thighs trembled, her cunt gushing her juices as she tried to find a way to make him leave.
She could make him. She could call the police and he wouldn’t stop her. She could have him thrown out. She could scream if she could find the breath after that kiss. But she knew she couldn’t bear to see him dragged away. Couldn’t bear the humiliation she knew he would face. But she couldn’t give in to him either. She wouldn’t give in to him. At least, not entirely.
“Just us,” she finally whispered, trembling. “Just sex.”
His whole body tightened. She had expected him to finish removing her pants, to give her what she needed. She didn’t expect him to draw away from her.