Eruption (The Hunted Series Book 3) (5 page)

Thursday

We had almost moved everything in and I was completely
exhausted. I pulled my hair up into a ponytail as I looked around at all the
boxes. The living room and kitchen were a complete disaster. Luckily Ellen was
going to help me organize everything in the morning.

"Your ass looks amazing when you do that," James
said.

I laughed and turned around as I finished putting the elastic
in my hair. "You think?" I arched my back slightly before letting go
of my hair.

He smiled at me as he dropped a box down next to my feet.
"Why was it again that you wouldn't let me hire movers?" He was
wearing athletic shorts and a fitted t-shirt. There was a v-shaped sweat stain
down the front of his shirt, and I found it unbelievably sexy.

"Because I love how you look when you're all
sweaty."

"Is that so?"

"Mhm." I traced my finger down his chest. "So
hot."

He gave me that smile that always made me feel overheated. It
was playful and sexy and I knew exactly what was on his mind. "It actually
is a little hot in here, don't you think?" He grabbed his shirt by the
collar and pulled it off over his head. His abs glistened from sweat.

"Scorching."

He smiled. "That's better. Are you ready for a
break?"

I had gotten the perfect idea. "I'm going to give you to
the count of ten, James."

"To get you into bed with me? Done." He leaned
forward to kiss me, but I put my hand on his chest.

God.
Seeing him like his always turned me on. "To
hide." I ran my fingers down his muscular stomach.

"What?"

"Let's play hide and go seek."

"I'd rather christen the new..."

"Ten. Nine."

"Shit."

I put my hand over my eyes as James jumped over a box and
sprinted out of the living room. When I finished counting down from ten I
opened my eyes. I had only walked around the apartment a few times. But there
was barely any furniture in any of the rooms. He'd only be able to hide behind
doors and other fixtures.

I wove my way through the boxes on the floor in the living
room and through the kitchen. I hadn't heard him run upstairs, so I assumed he
wasn't in any of the bedrooms. My eyes gravitated toward the balcony above me,
just to check. This place really was amazing. It was an apartment that was
probably designed for a big family, not just two people. It must have cost him
a fortune. I didn't even know apartments in New York could have an upstairs.

A creaking noise made me turn my head. I peered around the
column into the dining room. Nothing. The downstairs was mostly an open floor
plan. There weren't that many places he could hide. I walked toward the
bathroom. The reflection in the mirror made it easy to tell that he wasn't
hiding behind the door.

Another creaking noise made me jump.

"James?" I whispered. The sun was beginning to set,
casting eerie shadows in the room. I tried not to think about it as I made my
way through the archway toward a few of the closed off rooms. There was an
office and a small library back here. I turned into the library. The blinds
were all drawn, and it was almost pitch black. I switched on the light and
looked around. The built-in shelves were all empty. Soon they'd be filled with
all of James' books. I thought about my bookshelf back at home, filled with
Harry Potter novels. They didn't seem sophisticated enough to be in here. But
there was something charming about the idea.

There was a grand stone fire place in the center of the wall.
I could just imagine curling up in front of it with a good book. This apartment
was amazing. I'd have to tell James whenever I found him. It could be awhile. I
still had a lot of rooms to check. I turned around just as the lights cut out.

I made a small squealing noise as the door slammed shut.
"James?" I couldn't see anything. "James?" I said a little
louder.

A clicking noise made me turn around again. A small blue
flame had spread across the fireplace.

"James?" My eyes were still adjusting to the lack
of light.

His arms wrapped around me before he said anything and I
screamed again. His laugh in my ear calmed me right down, though. "I found
you," he whispered in my ear, as he wrapped his arms even tighter around
me, pressing his chest against my back.

"I was the one that was supposed to be finding
you."

He kissed the side of my neck and trailed his fingers down
the sides of my torso. "You were taking too long." His fingers
skimmed the bottom of my tank top as he lightly pushed it up. His palms were
hot against my stomach. He smelled like sweat and that wonderful scent that was
all his own.

I could feel his erection through his athletic shorts. I
arched my back slightly, pressing my ass more firmly against him.

The low groan in his throat was my favorite sound in the
world. I lifted my arms up in the air. He immediately pulled off my shirt and
sports bra and threw them onto the ground. His hands slowly trailed back down
my arms and shoulders, stopping on my breasts. He massaged them gently and soon
I was the one moaning.

His torso was sticky against my back and I loved the
sensation. I reached up behind me and ran my hand down his neck. I wanted to be
as close to him as possible.

"I want to savor this moment," he whispered. He
pulled my hair tie out. My hair falling against the back of my neck made me
shiver. Everything he did in moments like this somehow seemed sexy.

"I need you."

He pushed my spandex shorts and thong over my hips and down
my thighs as he ran his fingers gently across my wetness. "I know you
do."

I moaned and pressed my ass against him again.

"I need you too, baby." He gently massaged my clit
before thrusting a finger inside of me. "I always need you."

"James," I moaned as he slipped another finger
inside of me. I rested my head against his shoulder as he slowly moved his
fingers in and out of me. He began to tease my nipple with his free hand,
matching the steady pace of his other fingers.

"You're always so wet for me, baby."

Oh God.

His fingers moved even faster.

"Please fuck me."

He lightly bit my earlobe. "Not tonight."

"Please." My voice sounded desperate.

"I want to make love to you, Penny." His fingers
thrust farther inside of me. "I want to make sure we always remember our
first night here."

His words sent chills down my spine, despite how hot the fire
was in the room. I began to feel like I was melting into him. "Please make
love to me."

I laughed as he quickly lifted me up in both his arms. He
laid me down in front of the fire and my laughter disappeared as soon as he
kissed me. My whole body felt hot and I wasn't sure if it was from the fire or
him. He leaned back to remove his shorts. But my eyes were captivated by his
face. James was the most handsome man I had ever met. And the firelight just
made him look even sexier.

 "It's so hot in here," I said breathlessly.

He grabbed both my hands and placed them on the back of his
neck. The fire in his eyes seemed even hotter than the flames in the fireplace.
"You said you liked when I was sweaty," James said as he pressed the
tip of his rock hard cock against my wetness.

I spread my legs even farther apart, but James didn't move an
inch.

"I love you."

I wasn't sure why, but the sincerity in his voice made me
want to cry. Like it was the only fact in the world that he was certain of.
"James, I love you too. I'll always love you."

He immediately thrust inside of me.

Yes!
I pressed my fingers down on his shoulders. All I
could do was revel in how complete I felt with his cock inside of me.

His strokes were slow and full, driving me crazy. He gently
kissed the side of my neck and left a trail of kisses across my collarbone.
"You're all I need, Penny."

He was all I needed too. I ran my fingers down his shoulders
and strong biceps. Every time he thrust inside of me, I felt this fire inside
of me intensify. But he continued to slowly make love to me. The torturous
rhythm just made me want more. What was he waiting for? I tilted my hips up,
inviting him to go even deeper.

"Always so eager." His breath was hot against my
neck.

"Please, James."

He grabbed my hips with one hand and rolled over, pulling me
on top of him. "Show me exactly what you want." He had a challenging
look in his eyes.

James rarely ever let me take control. He knew I got
distracted when I was setting the pace. Staring down at his chiseled abs always
made me forget what I was doing. He knew what I needed better than I did. And
we were both aware of that.

He smiled up at me and put his hands behind his head, ready
for me to admit defeat already.

I leaned forward, moving my hips slowly up and down, matching
the rhythm he had set before. He groaned as I lightly kissed his chest. His
skin was salty from sweat. He was my favorite taste, sight, sound, touch, and
scent. I wanted to savor him too. I moved my hips even faster as I left a trail
of feathery kisses everywhere I could reach. Tonight I wanted to be the one
that made him lose control.

"Don't stop," he said as I pulled away from him.

Instead of listening, I stood up. He said he liked my ass in
my spandex shorts. He'd like this view even more. I turned around, straddling
him in the opposite direction and slid back onto his length.

"Fuck," he groaned as I slid his length back inside
of me. His hands were immediately on my back, trailing down to my hips and ass.

I moved my hips faster and faster as his fingertips dug into
my skin.

"You're so sexy, baby." His voice sounded husky.
Even though I could only see his legs, it was still getting harder and harder
to focus. His hands on me were suddenly all I could think about. I loved the
way he loved me. I couldn't set the pace anymore. I couldn't even think
straight. As if he knew, his hands on my hips slowly started guiding me more
than I was guiding myself.

"James," I moaned.

He moved my hips faster and faster, slamming me down on top
of him. It seemed like he was moving me way faster than I could myself. He put
his arms around my waist as he sat up and pushed me forward so that I was suddenly
on all fours.

"I'll always give you what you want." He grabbed my
hips hard and thrust himself deep inside of me.

"Yes!" My palms were a little sweaty and they slid
slightly on the wood floor.

He kept one hand on my hip and his other found my clit. He
slid his length in and out of me faster and faster.

"Say my name when you come, Penny." He slammed into
me and pressed down hard on my clit.

"James!" The fire in my stomach seemed to spread
out in a million different directions. I would have melted into the ground if
he wasn't holding me up. "James!" I moaned again as I felt his cum
shoot up inside of me.

The rest of his strokes were slow but rough, his hips
slamming hard against my ass. He sighed behind me as he finished. I couldn't
remember the last time I felt this exhausted. James leaned forward and lightly
kissed my shoulder blade. He pushed my hair to the side and kissed the back of
my neck. Even though I had ended up asking him to be rough with me, I still
felt cherished. He had still made love to me. James always made me know how
much he loved me.

"Was that memorable enough for you?" I panted. I
was completely out of breath.

He ran his hands down my back and over my ass. "Every
moment is memorable with you." He slowly pulled out of me. I was about to
turn around, but felt his lips against the small of my back. He left a trail of
soft kisses down my right ass cheek and thigh. "How about we continue
making memories in the shower?"

A ringing noise sounded through the apartment, making me
jump.

"It's just the doorbell, baby," James said and
kissed my thigh once more before standing up. "I'll get rid of whoever it
is." He turned off the fireplace and pulled on his shorts before
disappearing out the door.

"I was going to say congrats on the new place, but instead
I'm going with why are you so sweaty?" Mason's voice could be heard
clearly through the open floor plan.

"Crap," I mumbled and tried to find my clothes in
the dark.

"Hey, Mason and Bee!" James said way too loudly,
probably hoping for me to hear.

I quickly got dressed and walked out the door to greet our
first house guests.

"Why are you yelling at us?" Mason asked.

"I'm not yelling," James said a little quieter.
"And I'm super sweaty because Penny wouldn't let us hire movers."

Bee laughed.

I was pulling my hair back in a ponytail when I came into the
living room. "Hey guys. And we did hire movers for all the super heavy
things. Like the couch, the bed, the..."

"Are you insinuating that I can't lift heavy
things?" James asked with a smile.

I laughed and opened up the last box that he had carried up.
It was filled with sheets.

"Well, that one wasn't heavy." He put his arm
around me as I joined him in the foyer next to Bee and Mason.

"And it's really hot in here, don't you think?"
Mason asked. "Do you even have the air conditioning on?" He was
staring directly at me. It was pretty clear he knew what we had just been
doing. Especially since James hadn't even bothered to put his shirt back on. I
couldn't exactly say we had started a fire in the library, in more ways than
one.

"I can turn it up if you want," I said instead.
"I'm a little overheated too. We were doing hot yoga."
Why the
hell did I just say that?
"Oh you brought pizza and champagne? I'm
starving." I had never been very good at segues.

James laughed.

"Hot yoga?" Mason winked and slapped James on the
back as he walked past us into the living room. "Gross, you're so fucking
sweaty." I looked over my shoulder to see him wiping his hand off on his
jeans.