Legacy Found: Legacy, Book 3 (18 page)

The handle turned and James was there. “Can’t sleep?”

She sat up in bed, tugging the covers around her. “No.”

Without hesitation, James closed the door, walked to the bed and sat on the corner of the mattress. His nearness set her on edge, made every cell in her body sit up and take notice.

“Want to talk about it?”

Did she want to talk? No. She was tired of talking. Tired of thinking. What she wanted was something to take her mind off everything that had happened. She knew she couldn’t run from her problems. That she would have to deal with them in the morning. But she wanted a break. God knows she deserved one.

“No.”

James placed his hand on her leg. Granted, the blankets covered her, but she could still feel his touch through them, and it branded her.

“What do you want?” His voice was low, seductive. He ran his hand up and down her leg, the action both soothing and arousing.

Her body was responding to his nearness. It remembered the pleasure he’d given her last night and longed for a repeat performance. Her breasts felt swollen and tight and she knew her nipples were puckered. Her belly quivered and she was wet between her thighs.

Shelley pressed her legs together to try to ease the throbbing ache in her sex. It didn’t work.

James’s nostrils quivered and she knew he could smell her arousal. She couldn’t hide her reaction to him. Yet, he made no move to press her for more. His hand continued to stroke up and down her leg from thigh to calf.

“Shelley?”

She closed her eyes briefly and gathered her courage. If life had taught her one thing, it was to take advantage of the good things that came her way because they were fleeting. James was one of those good things. She’d never met a male she’d wanted before. She wasn’t in heat, wasn’t being forced. She simply wanted him.

What a treasure it would be to be able to touch him the way he’d touched her last night. To feel his hard muscles beneath her hand. To discover what gave him pleasure and what made him gasp.

She still had no idea where her future might lead her. But she knew she couldn’t stay here. She might not know her brothers, but there was no way she was going to remain here and perhaps bring the wrath of the hunters down on them.

Seeing Steve Macmillan had been a sharp reminder that her life was not her own. She’d spend the rest of her years looking over her shoulder.

No, she couldn’t stay. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t take some good memories with her. Ones that would have to last a lifetime.

Shelley might not have much experience with life, but she knew she’d never meet another male like James. Never feel the way he made her feel. What was between them was special. She’d never forgive herself if she didn’t reach out and experience the magic between them.

She licked her lips. “I don’t know if I’m ready to go all the way.” She felt stupid saying it, but knew James understood.

His hand paused on her leg. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” He stood and she was afraid he was leaving.

She held out her hand. “No, you don’t understand.”

James took her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing her palm. “What do you want, Shelley? Tell me, and if I can do it, it’s yours.”

Taking the final plunge, she blurted, “I want to touch you.”

Chapter Twelve

James wasn’t certain he’d heard Shelley correctly. “You want to touch me?”

She nodded and his cock immediately sprang to attention. He narrowed his gaze, studying her. Shelley had been through a lot today. Discovering she had a family, brothers who loved her, had shaken her. James still couldn’t believe she was Rachel Striker. He barely remembered her. She’d been little more than a baby when he’d left the pack and set out on his own all those years ago.

As much as he wanted Shelley, he didn’t want to take advantage of her. “Are you sure?”

“Only if you want me too.” She nibbled on her bottom lip, looking uncertain and uncomfortable. He hadn’t meant to make her feel that way. He wanted her to feel free to ask for what she wanted in bed. That’s what a relationship was all about.

James rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip. Her tongue touched his skin, making his scalp tighten. “I’d love for you to touch me.” His voice was thick with need.

He stood, pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Taking his time, he shucked his jeans, glad he was already barefoot so he didn’t have to worry about boots and socks. Naked and aroused, he stood before her, letting her look her fill.

His cock was jutting toward her. The thick shaft pulsed as blood pumped to it. The mushroom-shaped head was red and moist.

Her eyes widened and her lips parted. He thought he might come then and there.

Then Shelley reached out her hand and touched him.

He clenched his teeth together but was unable to keep in the hiss of pleasure as she stroked her fingers up and down his shaft from base to tip.

“Your skin is so soft. Like velvet.” He could hear the arousal in her voice and it kicked up his own another notch.

Standing next to the bed not touching her was one of the hardest things he’d ever done. But it was exciting too. Her eyes devoured him, her body shifting, as if yearning to be closer.

The night air was cool against his heated flesh, but where she touched him, he was on fire.

“So hard underneath.” Shelley wrapped her fingers around him and stroked his erection.

He growled, loving the way her hand felt on his cock. The fact that she wanted to touch him, was doing so of her own accord, almost pushed him over the edge.

And when her thumb rubbed over the bulbous head, collecting and spreading the clear liquid that seeped from the tip, James had to take a step back.

Shelley gave him a questioning look. “I’m close to the edge,” he warned her. She was making a mockery of his usual cool control that he was known for.

Not giving her too much time to think about what he was doing, he stretched out on the bed beside her and rolled onto his back. He stacked his hand behind his head and laced his fingers together to keep from touching her. “Go ahead.” This was what she wanted, so this was what he’d give her, not matter what it cost him. “Touch me.”

Shelley’s hands were still trembling. Touching James was like trying to capture the power of a lightning storm—wild and electric. His skin was so smooth, yet very hard. And he was hot. Heavens, the man radiated heat like no one she’d ever known.

She’d enjoyed touching his cock, feeling the way it jumped and jerked beneath her fingers. It helped her to know she wasn’t the only one affected by whatever it was between them. Sexual attraction, for sure, but it was so much more than that.

Disappointment had hit her hard when he’d pulled away. But excitement quickly returned when he stretched out beside her seconds later and offered himself up to her like some pagan sacrifice.

She licked her lips, not quite knowing where to touch him first. His chest was wide and roped with muscles, his skin tanned. He had a thick smattering of chest hair, which tapered down to a thin line bisecting his torso. It spread out again when it reached his groin. He was so masculine.

A magnificent male animal.

James groaned and her gaze flew to his. He was watching her, his golden eyes slightly hooded. Excitement speared through her. She really was in charge of whatever happened between them.

She smiled and licked her lips. James’s chest heaved slightly. A light sheen of perspiration coated his torso. Shelley reached out and laid her hands on his shoulders. The sheet slipped down to her waist, leaving her naked from the waist up. Leaning forward, she brushed her lips over his. His mouth parted and his tongue brushed against hers.

Her sex pulsed. Cream slipped from her core. She ached to feel his hands on her. But first, she wanted to touch him the way he’d touched her last night.

Sitting back, she smiled and ran her hands over the undersides of his arms. His biceps flexed. Delighted, she measured the wide expanse of his chest. He really was quite incredible. He looked long and lean, but there was no hiding his strength.

Feeling quite daring, she flicked her thumbs over his flat brown nipples. James jerked and groaned. His entire body tensed and his chest heaved.

She was watching for his reaction and noted the flare of heat in his eyes. She did it again.

His jaw tightened and a muscle jumped beneath his eye.

Bending down, Shelley licked one of the tiny nubs and was rewarded with a guttural groan. His arousal was feeding hers. Never before had touching a man made her hot.

She rubbed her breasts against his chest, loving the way the wiry hairs abraded her tender nipples. It helped. Momentarily. But the ache between her thighs just seemed to grow more intense with each passing second.

Moaning, she worked her way down his torso, kissing his ribs, licking and nipping at his supple flesh. His thighs were like tree trunks, long and hard. But it was what was standing up between them that really interested her. She sat back on her heels and studied his cock.

It was so dark and the head was almost purple it was so engorged. Fluid seeped from the tip. The sight of it made her sex clutch with need.

“Shelley.” James’s voice was little more than a harsh growl. His face was taut and he looked as though he was in pain. She didn’t want that.

She didn’t give herself time to think about what she was about to do. The only other times in her life she’d given oral sex it had been forced. She’d never done it of her own free will.

This time she wanted to. James’s scent wafted around her. Musky, woodsy and all male, it enticed her to touch, to taste, to claim. Leaning down, she licked over the slit at the tip of his cock. His hips came off the bed and the head of his shaft bumped against her lips, demanding entrance.

Shelley parted her lips and took him into her mouth. He tasted salty and hot. She swirled her tongue around the mushroom-shaped head. His hips jerked again, driving him deeper.

Panic threatened and she wrapped her hand around his shaft to keep him from going too far. As if sensing her discomfort, he stilled.

“God, you can stop if you want, but I’m praying you won’t.” His honestly made her smile and she gently sucked on the top of his shaft. He groaned and she could sense his struggle to control himself, to keep from moving.

Her breathing was getting labored as she continued to stroke her hand up and down his cock. Using her tongue, lips and mouth, she licked and sucked and kissed his hard length.

She felt as though she was running a fever. Her skin was damp and her breath was coming in short, hard puffs. Her sex was swollen and wet. Her channel was slick and throbbing.

James’s erection pulsed against her hands and lips. She wanted to keep touching him, but she needed him to touch her too.

She drew back and rested her face against his thigh. “James.” She didn’t quite know what to ask for.

“What? Tell me what you need from me.”

“Touch me.” She was desperate to feel his hands on her body, to once again experience the unique connection that seemed to exist between them. She plain wanted to feel.

James grabbed her hips and maneuvered her so that she was straddling his chest but facing away from him. She froze. He would be able to see her swollen pussy. She was completely open to him.

He stilled, his hands resting on her hips. “It’s up to you, Shelley. But I want to eat you until you scream with pleasure. I want to taste your cream on my lips and feel it running down my face.”

“Yes.” That’s what she wanted to. Her breasts swelled and her core spasmed at his words.

He tugged her hips closer and she felt his thumbs spread her folds wide. Hot breath caressed her skin. Then his mouth covered her.

James moaned at his first taste of Shelley. It was even better than he remembered. Sweet. Succulent. And all his.

He lapped at her slick folds, finding her swollen clit. When he pressed down on it with his tongue, she moaned and pressed closer to his face.

He loved it. Loved her acceptance, her trust.

There was only the two of them in the house. The night was dark with few stars in the sky. Still, there was more than enough light to allow him to see every creamy inch of her naked skin.

James still couldn’t believe he had Shelley in his home. She still wasn’t in his bed. But he was committed to getting her there. One step at a time, he promised himself. He’d get her there eventually. And when he did, he was going to keep her there.

Her breath was warm against his cock, but she’d stopped sucking him. “Touch me, Shelley,” he pleaded. He needed her hands and mouth on him.

She jolted slightly and then gave a slightly self-conscious laugh. “I’m sorry.”

Now he felt like a jerk. “No.” He reached down and brushed her hair away from her face. “Don’t be sorry. Whatever you want to do is fine with me. If you want to just enjoy me touching you, that’s perfectly okay.”

She shook her head and her hair brushed over his shaft, making it twitch. “I want to. It’s just when you touch me I forget everything else.”

A slow smile crossed his lips. He liked the sound of that. He settled himself against the pillows and set to work pleasuring Shelley. Her pussy was so pretty. Pink and wet and delicate.

He carefully probed at her opening with one finger. She tensed and then moaned as he pushed inward. Her channel was moist and warm and clutched at it, pulling it deeper.

Then it was his turn to groan when she took his cock into her mouth. And her hands weren’t still either. One hand pumped up and down his shaft while the other one found his testicles and cuddled them against her palm.

He wasn’t going to last.

But he wanted Shelley to come first. He added a second finger, inching it into her slick pussy to join the first. She squirmed, bringing her sex closer to his face. He took full advantage and began to ply his tongue and mouth to her clit. He licked and sucked and gently pulled on it.

Her sexy moans and whimpers filled the air and her hips undulated. Her smell, her heat was intoxicating. He couldn’t breathe without inhaling her essence. Shelley.