Prue has been taken from him. James will stop at nothing until he gets her back. The odds are stacked against him but he refuses to give up. Prue is his woman and he’ll hurt anyone or anything that gets in his way.
When James saves her, Prue can’t give herself to him. Something has happened during her captivity, and she’s not the same. She demands time. But time isn’t what she needs. Since she’s been gone, James has changed. After talking with a therapist, Prue realizes what she needs and it isn’t the placid man James has become.
Can James be the man she needs or has their affair run its course? James is a possessive man, an owner. There is no chance of him letting Prue go, but can they both survive the fire that their passions create?
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“They might hear,” she said.
“Do you really care?”
She looked at him before shaking her head.
“Good, because the only thing I care about is you,” he said, sinking his fingers into her hair. “I love the blue of your hair.” James leaned in close to inhale her sweet fragrance. Prudence gasped, arching up against his touch. With his free hand he moved to the strap of her dress and slid the fabric down her arm.
He wasn’t going to make love or fuck her on the plane. All he desired to do was play with her. Show her how much he loved her with actions. There was not a part of her he didn’t love.
Her breasts popped free, and her eyes glazed over as she looked at him. “I’ve missed this,” she said.
“Me, too, Prudence. Me, too.” He dropped his head and took the hard nipple between his teeth. She gasped, and James covered her mouth with his hand to muffle the sound of her pleasurable noises.
Staring up the length of her body James saw her watching him. Her eyes were wide as her hands moved to the back of his head pulling him harder to her.
Flicking the buttons open, James revealed more of her pale skin to his gaze.
The dress fell in a heap on the ground. “You look so beautiful,” he said, cupping her tit. “I love your tits. How big and full they are. I love it when you ride my cock and they’re swinging in front of my face.” James licked his lips remembering the last unsatisfactory fuck they’d shared.
He would wipe both of their memories of that day and all the days before. This was their new start in their relationship.
“Are you wet?” he asked.
Prudence took his hand, licked his fingers into her mouth then placed his wet fingers between her legs. Her slit was dripping with cream, and her clit was swollen.
James cursed as he fucked her pussy with two digits and placed his thumb against her nub. Her legs gave out. Wrapping his arm around her waist he held her up, watching the arousal fill her gaze as he stared at him.
Removing his fingers he licked the cream with her watching him.
“Taste yourself,” he said.
She took the finger he offered with a moan.
“That’s right. You taste so sweet. I could lick you all day until you did nothing but scream my name.” He kissed the side of her neck then bent down to suck the nipple he hadn’t tasted earlier.
When the bud was as tight as the other, he moved back until he sat down on the edge of the bed.
Prudence was naked while he was fully clothed.
He placed her into position over him with her legs on either side of his. For the first few moments Prudence appeared to be in some kind of daze. He recalled how she was before the incident with Henry, how she matched him with heat and fire.
James was about to mention her fire when she cupped his face and kissed him. The strength in her touch shocked him. She banded her arms around his neck, moaning as she devoured his lips. Plunging her tongue inside his mouth, Prudence moved her hand down his body until she cupped his erection.
When she pulled away, he saw the spitfire he loved.
“I want you, James.”
He unbuttoned his jeans and worked the zipper down. James gave her the few seconds of control then turned her onto her back with her arms above her head.
With a finger in front of her face, James tutted. “Naughty girl. What have I told you about topping from the bottom?” he said.