Stalking His Bride - Lucy Darling Page 0,34

up to everything he said. He’s been holding back. That would explain why he’s been so hot and cold. I know he’s said it but it feels scary to grab a hold of it and believe it. To believe James Weston is basically obsessed with me. Fighting this need to not take all that he wants from me.

He’s not going to get any argument from me about any of the things he said. I’ve been waiting for him. But he doesn’t need to know that right this moment. I’m rather enjoying the way he’s being right now. This is the James I need. The one I’ve been missing these past few days.

We ride up in silence, but the sexual tension between us is thick. His eyes remain focused on the elevator doors, not even letting himself look at me. I don’t ask any more questions because the man looks as though he’s holding on to his sanity by a string. The doors slide open revealing a beautiful foyer. James turns, lifts me off my feet causing me to let out a small scream, and carries me out of the elevator.

“Welcome home,” he says before his mouth is claiming mine in a kiss so deep that I’m not sure where he begins and I end.

19

James

I should slow down. I tell myself this, but I don’t. I can’t, I’m too far gone for her. I’d left the last of my self-control on that elevator. I keep reminding myself that this is her first time. I don’t want to hurt her, but the need to make her mine in every way claws at me. I lift her into my arms, carrying her toward the bedroom.

That's the plan, at least. I find myself stopping every few feet and pinning her against the wall. Her hands are all over me. She’s trying to pull at my clothes to get them off. She’s not running or smacking me to get away. I don’t know if she’s caught in the moment or she’s fine with all the crap I threw at her. Hope brews inside of me that she likes the way that I am when it comes to her.

A man can only take so much. The uncertainty that she might try to leave me sent me over the edge. All night I’ve been unable to touch her like I wanted. I am tired of walking on eggshells because of someone else’s bullshit. Her parents can fuck off. Because I can’t go another second without knowing she’s mine forever or telling her I love her. I want to be her first and her last, not only in the bedroom but in love.

My blood boils every time I think of her parents showing up with someone in tow for Carly. I lost my mind. I’m still fucking losing it. Finally, I make it to the bed. I close my eyes, slowly letting her down onto her feet. I try to get my shit together before I fuck this up beyond repair.

“Get that dress off,” I order. I sound like a fucking asshole, but the more I try and calm myself the worse I get. She gives me that soft sweet smile of hers before she turns around, looking at me over her shoulder. I reach for the zipper, pulling it down for her. The dress slips down her body, revealing her bare back to me. I run my finger down her spine before I trail kisses down her back. She’s perfect. Her skin is so soft and warm on my lips.

I fall to my knees, pushing the dress all the way down until it pools at her feet, leaving her in only a pair of nude colored panties. I slip my fingers into them and pull them down her legs, my mouth kissing and nipping at her plump ass before she slowly turns around. Her hands cover her breasts. I give her a look that has her dropping them.

I don’t know what’s changed. She’s gone from wanting to go back to her place to letting me have whatever I want. I should probably question it, but right now all I can focus on is getting inside of her. Showing her that she’s not going anywhere. She is mine now. Has been since the moment she looked up at me inside that store.

“Are you just going to stare at me all night?”

I’m going to do more than stare at her all night.

“You belong to me now and I’ll do