I could tell that it was taking him a tremendous amount of restraint to not plunge in me all at once, but when James set his mind to something, he achieved it. Aside from beating me in competitions, of course.

He pulled out before pushing back in, getting a little deeper with each thrust until he was finally all the way inside. Then, he stopped moving altogether, the full length and width of him filling me completely as we shared the same air, our eyes locked. I started to wiggle my hips, but he pinned me with his gaze before asking me to stop, and once again, I submitted without complaint.

When James finally started moving again, I wanted to break out into song. No man had ever felt so good inside of me, and I wasn’t sure if it was just because I was so damn attracted to him or because of our connection. I decided that it was probably a combination of both and focused my energy on the plethora of feelings exploding inside my body. Every touch of his fingertips drove me mad. Looking into his eyes had me swimming in a sea of blue. I was lost in him, and I never wanted to be found.

“Julia.” The sound of his breathy voice snapped me to attention, our bodies working in unison, grinding and lifting in perfect time.

“Yes?” I asked as his hand cupped my cheek.

“Tell me it’s me for you. Just me and no one else ever again,” he said before closing the small gap between us, his mouth enveloping mine.

I gave him my answer in that kiss, my tongue changing between hard and soft, docile and demanding, submissive and dominant.

His pace picked up, and I broke the kiss to watch the way his body moved—shoulders flexing, arm muscles bulging against his skin. I couldn’t stop myself from reaching out to grab them, loving the way their hardness felt under my touch. Sensing that James was close to coming, I angled my hips up and watched as he came undone inside of me. And, as small beads of sweat dripped from his brow, he thrust into me one last time before collapsing, the full weight of him crushing me.

“James,” I tried to say into his shoulder, “you’re suffocating me.”

“Shit. Sorry,” he said before pushing himself down and resting his head on top of my stomach.

My fingers moved to his head and played with the strands of his hair as my heart beat like crazy inside my chest.

“I meant what I said. That wasn’t just some heat-of-the-moment, passionate bullshit statement.”

“I know you did.” I grinned to myself, secretly loving the bits of alpha male he possessed when it came to me. It shouldn’t turn me on, but it did.

He lifted his head. “Well?”

“Well what?”

“Is it just me from here on out?”