“I’m not, trust me, but I am sorry for looking at you when I should have known better. We’ve always been so close and I spent a long time wondering if I’d somehow groomed you. Even now, I’m wondering if you’re so attached to me because of how close we’ve always been. How I’ve treated you. But I swear I never felt these things when you were younger. Not that anyone would believe that…”

“I do,” I tell him honestly. “You’ve never been anything but good to me. You’d never hurt me. And even before tonight, I’d never had an inkling that you felt the same.” He nods and I sit down on his dick and begin to rub back and forth over him. “Look, this is heavy and we said we wouldn’t talk about it. I’m wet and I do remember something about you putting your mouth between my legs.” I grin at him. “So how about we forget about this for now and sixty-nine instead?”

“A girl after my own heart.”

I resist the urge to correct him that his heart wasn’t his own anymore.

It’s mine.

Chapter Nine

A searing pain in my neck has my eyes snapping open and only then do I realize I had fallen asleep on the floor in front of the fireplace. James does have pretty plush carpeting but not comfortable enough to sleep on the floor for an extended period of time, which is the cause of the ache shooting up my side. I blink several times and wipe the rest of the sleep from them before turning to the sleeping man whose arms are wrapped around me. I press my lips to his and he smiles instantly, pulling me closer, and wraps the blanket tighter around us. I don’t know how long we’ve been asleep, but I know for a fact we didn’t sleep much last night. I’m pretty sure the sun was starting to rise the last time he slipped out of me.

“What time is it?” he murmurs against my lips.

I reach over him and look at his phone and happen to see something catch my eye. “Eight-thirty.”

“Fuck, we have to start getting ready to head out soon. I’m surprised Dad hasn’t called to make sure we’re up and moving.” He stretches and lets out a yawn.

I’m still looking at his phone, staring at a text from a woman asking if she could come over last night at two in the morning. “Ummm, a girl named Mila texted you.” The words are on the tip of my tongue, and I try to catch them before they’re out of my mouth. But the vulnerability of losing my virginity last night has my mind racing at the thought I misread this whole situation. “I thought you said you weren’t seeing anyone?”