Page 13 of Can't Have Him
“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” I say. “I mean, it’s really nice of you to offer. But I want to make headway on my own.”
“Well, I’m here to help if you change your mind,” James says.
After we finish dessert—a molten chocolate cake that we share—I not-so-accidentally let my leg brush his under the table. He looks at me with longing in his eyes.
That is,morelonging than he’s been looking at me with this whole evening.
“Should we get out of here?” he says.
“Yes,” I say. “We should.”
* * *
The first kissJames and I share happens in his car before we even drive away from the restaurant. His lips are just as kissable as they look: soft yet firm, and just the right amount of wet. The second kiss happens immediately after. And so does the third. Then, reluctantly, we pull apart so that James can drive us back to his place.
The minute we step into his apartment, we pick up right where we left off. James cups his hands around my face and kisses my lips over and over again. I melt against him, so happy that we’re finally able to be intimate with each other like this. And when I start to explore his body with my hands…oh, God. I already know that he’ssogoing to be worth the wait.
James scoops me up and I let out a little yelp of delight. He carries me into his living room and sets me down on the couch.
Grinning up at him, I say, “So, Professor…was I a good student this semester?”
“You were excellent, Miss Williams.”
“Really? I don’t deserve any punishment?”
James laughs. “Maybe another time. Right now you deserve every good thing.”
“I guess I can settle for that,” I say.
“You’re gonna have to,” he says, pulling down the zipper on the side of my dress. “Because I’m not going to stop until you’re screaming my name.”
With my dress loosened, he pulls it off, then unclasps my bra and throws it aside. I ache with pleasure as he plants kisses over my breasts and then lowers himself down between my legs. With one hand, he pulls off my panties, and then with both hands, he pushes my knees apart.
I feel like I might explode with desire for him.
And when he lowers his mouth and drags his tongue over my clit, I can’t help but let out a loud gasp.
James smiles up at me. “Want me to keep going?”
“Please.”
His smile widens, like I’ve just told him he’s won the lottery, and then he turns his attention back to my clit. This time, when he pleasures me, he doesn’t let up. He keeps at it until I’m gasping uncontrollably, until I’m telling him I’m close to coming.
And then, torturously, he stops.
“I’m so close,” I gasp. “Please. Keep going.”
But he ignores me. He sits up and pulls off his shirt, then his pants. When he yanks down his boxers, I swallow at the sight of his thick cock.
“Please tell me you’re going to fuck me,” I whimper.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he says, grinning as he rolls on a condom. He lowers himself between my legs and kisses me on the mouth—a deep and passionate kiss that takes my breath away. When he enters me, I have to pull my lips away from his to cry out.
“Come for me, Olivia,” he murmurs into my ear.
“Oh, God,” I moan.
“Come,” he commands.