I traced a finger along her bra strap, down the valley between her breasts, and back up to the other side. She drew in a small breath, goose bumps popping up along her skin.
I dipped under the waistband of her shorts, toying with the elastic. “Same with these.”
She tugged them down and stepped out of them. All that was left was the lacy white bra and matching panties, combined with miles of smooth, touchable skin. Not quite naked but hot as fuck.
My hands spanned her hips, and I picked her up, then I placed her on the bed so that I was on top of her, between her legs. God, she looked fucking good beneath me, and she felt even better.
I slid my hands under her thighs and gripped her plump ass. She let out a breathy moan as I peppered kisses along her neck, lifting her against my hard cock. This was perfect. Now we needed to replicate it without clothing.
Not yet.
Get it together, Carter.
Instead, I grabbed her hands and pinned them to the bed. Then I ducked my head, capturing her mouth with mine. Bailey giggled against my lips, half-heartedly squirming in my hold.
Still holding her hands, I pushed myself up so I was hovering over her while she lay back on my pillow.
I raised an eyebrow. “Looks like you’re stuck, James.”
“You like being in charge, huh, tough guy?” Her lips curved.
Sure did. In truth, I wasn’t applying much pressure. If she wanted to, she could easily pull away. And if she told me to, I’d let go instantly. It was more about the perception of being restrained.
“I like playing around with you.” I grinned, drifting closer to barely brush my lips against hers, then pulling back again. I paused until she met my gaze. “But if you say stop, it’s a hard stop.”
“I know,” she said softly. “I don’t want you to stop.”
I lowered my voice, watching her face. “But do you like me being in charge?”
So far, I had pretty good instincts when it came to her. And I had a strong hunch that I was right about this, but I wanted verbal confirmation.
Her pupils dilated. “Kind of.”
“Kind of?” I said. “Or yes?”
“Is it weird if I say yes?” Her breath grew shallow.
“No,” I rasped. “I like it. But I don’t want to overstep and upset you. That’s why I asked.”
Color flooded her cheeks. “Yes.”
Knowing this took my fantasies to a whole new level. Oh, the possibilities. So many possibilities.
We would have to ease into that, but maybe I could take my foot off the brake a little.
“Mmm,” I murmured, studying her—flushed cheeks, parted lips. “That’s fucking hot.”
Bailey’s eyes gleamed, the shyness fading away. “Why?” She tugged against my hands playfully. “What would you do if you were in charge?”
I shook my head, biting back a smile. “Oh, James. So many things.”
“Tell me one.” Her voice was breathy.
Damn, where would I even begin?
Spank her, blindfold her, tie her up, have her talk dirty to me, talk even dirtier to her, edge her, have her touch herself in front of me…
I could go on all night. God knows I’d had time to think about it.
But we had to walk before we could run, skate before we could shoot, and all that.
“In time.”
Ducking behind her ear, I brushed my nose against her skin, inhaling her sweet scent and holding it in my lungs for a beat. She sighed as I trailed a line of soft, open-mouthed kisses along the curve of her neck. Moving down to her shoulder, I gently sank my teeth into her flesh.
“Right now, I do have one thing in mind.”
“What’s that?” The words were a whisper across her lips.
“Making you come all over my fingers.”
Now that I’d gotten her there with my tongue, I was confident I could do it with my hands too.
And hopefully after that, with my favorite body part.
She nodded, watching me. “Okay.”
I kissed her again, reaching behind her back and undoing the clasp of her bra before slipping the straps off her shoulders. Taking her nipple in my mouth, I sucked, swirling my tongue around her perfect pink tip. She tilted her head back and let out a sigh, raking her hands through my hair. I palmed her other breast, squeezing before releasing her nipple from my mouth and moving to the other side.
Smoothing a hand down my abs, Bailey grabbed me through my boxers, pressing her palm against me, sending pleasure surging through my body. Holy fuck. This didn’t bode well for my stamina later.
Breathe. I needed to focus.
Her back arched as I skimmed the sides of her torso. I nipped and sucked my way back up her neck and across her jawline, kissing her on the mouth before pulling back again.
I wanted to see her face for this.
I slipped my hand beneath the waistband of her underwear, caressing the soft skin of her lower abdomen. At the contact, she drew in a jagged breath, lids fluttering closed as I moved lower and rubbed between her legs with the pad of my finger.
She was so warm and wet, soft like silk. All I wanted was to be buried inside her, balls deep. But not yet. I’d keep things slow, savor her a bit, and make sure she was ready.
My fingers glided against her again, and she pushed against my hand, needy and wanting. Blond hair against my pillow, squirming with pleasure. Seeing her like this was the hottest thing ever.
“Baby, you’re so fucking wet.”
She let out a little gasp, hips undulating against me. I slid one finger along her clit, sinking lower to slip inside. Another finger followed, and I stroked. My thumb moved to press her nub, working in rhythm with my fingers.
Her breath quickened, cheeks growing flushed as I kept stroking her. She whimpered, biting her bottom lip as she rocked her pelvis in rhythm with my movements.
“Do you like how that feels?”
Her eyes flew open like I’d surprised her. She looked at me, lids heavy and eyes glassy, but she didn’t respond.
“Do you, James?” I repeated, dropping my voice. When she didn’t reply again, I pressed her gently with my thumb.
She drew in a shaky breath. “Y-yes.”
“Are you going to come for me, baby?”
“Mm-hmm,” she moaned, nodding slightly.
I moved a little faster as her breath quickened. Her pussy clamped down on my fingers, pulsing as she writhed beneath me. She cried out, growing even hotter and wetter, right at the edge.
Fisting her hair at the nape, I tugged gently, angling her face and devouring her mouth. I rubbed her, unrelenting, as her legs started to tremble. She clutched at my arms, her nails digging into my skin, crying out against my lips as she came apart.
Still kissing her, I eased off with my fingers, gradually letting her down. Giving her a breather so I didn’t completely overstimulate her, I broke apart from her lips.
She drew in a shaky breath, watching me, her grip on my arms relaxing.
“Hi, baby.” I ran my free hand through her hair, tracing down her neck, down her arm.
“Hi,” she said, still breathless.
“Need a minute?” I asked.
She drew in a breath, cheeks still flushed pink.
“Maybe one.”
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CHAPTER 32
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ALL MINE
Bailey
As my heart rate slowed to normal, my brain resumed functioning, and a tidal wave of thoughts hit me.