Page 8 of The Bratva's Weakness

“He’s not here,” she whispers.

“Good.”

I take her face in my hands and steal her gasp as I place my lips on hers. Pushing her back against the wall, I kiss her, wanting to consume her, the fire between us raging. She kisses me back, her fingernails scraping my scalp as she pulls me as close as possible. My hands lower to her hips, and I pick her up, our mouths never losing contact. As our tongues dance, her legs wrap around me, and I clutch her close to me.

Just when I think I’m going to have to move to release some of the tension from my straining dick, she pulls away, gasping for breath.

“James,” she pants.

“Yeah baby,” I nip her lower lip then soothe it with my tongue.

“What was that?” she asks, her eyes searching for answers in mine.

“Don’t run from me. Never run from me,” I try to soften my tone, but it still comes out as a warning.

“Don’t give me a reason to,” she fires back. Wiggling against me, I lower her to the floor, and she takes a step back. She crosses her arms, waiting.

“Allie,” I say after a moment, my voice more authoritative than I’d like to be with her, but I need her to take me seriously. “In my line of work, sometimes knowing all the information only puts you at risk. I’ll try to be more open with you, but for now, with this, you have to give me a bit of trust, baby. I know that’s not what you want to hear, but let me keep you safe. Because I won’t risk losing you.”

She looks at me and I see her eyes warm slightly before she responds. “I do get that, James, but it’s pretty hard to work or… spend time with… someone who shuts me out. I’m not asking for you to tell me everything, but I would like to be filled in on the basic details of what’s going on so I know how I can help.”

“I know. And I’ll tell you everything, eventually. Just give me a bit of time.”

“Come here,” I say, grabbing her hand and making my way into the living room, settling on the couch. She follows, crawling onto my lap and nuzzling her face in the pocket between my neck and shoulder. She’s a perfect fit, and I think about where else we’ll perfectly fit together.

She pulls back and her hazel eyes meet mine once again. “What are your tattoos?”

“They’re Celtic knots,” I say, unwinding my arm from around her to undo another button on my shirt and show her the intricate patterns that wind around my upper arms, over my shoulders, to just the bottom of my neck. “They represent strength and wisdom and I felt like I could use all of that I could get.”

“They’re beautiful,” she whispers. And when her eyes meet mine, I see them filled with heat; a heat I now feel an inescapable need to stoke.

“You’rebeautiful,” I say, brushing a hand down her silky-smooth cheek before moving my hands up her thighs and gripping the globes of her ass. She lets out a little gasp and I press my lips to hers.

She tastes like heaven.

Chapter Five

Allie

The second James’ lips meet mine I almost completely forget why I was ever mad at him. I know he’s the first man I’ve ever truly kissed, the first man I’ve ever reallywantedto kiss, but I still can’t believe how wonderful it is, how wonderful it feels.

I pull back before we can go any further.

“I… know I accidentally mentioned it before,” I say ruefully. “But, I’ve never been this intimate with someone, have never really wanted that with anyone, but I think I want it with you,” I look back at him nervously, relieved to see that none of the warmth or want has left his eyes. If anything, they look more on fire for me.

“Baby, you don’t know what that does to me, knowing I’m the only one who’s been inside your sweet pussy.” I shiver at his words, moisture soaking my panties. “I want this with you and I can promise I’ll make your first everything well worth the wait. “

“Prove it,” I say, emboldened by his words and more than ready to lose my V card. He pulls me in for another quick but heated kiss before I rise off his lap and grab his hand prepared to lead him through the back of the house to my bedroom.

Instead, he tugs me to him, still sitting on the couch. I fall into his lap, my hand grabbing onto him to help brace my fall.When I feel a twitch, I realized I’ve grabbed his thick, hard dick through his jeans. Gasping, I jerk my hand away, but James only chuckles. He grabs my hand, placing it back on him and moving my hand up and down.

I look up at him and find his eyes slightly dazed, his lips parted.

“Can’t let you stroke me for long, baby, or I’m going to blow before I can even take care of you.” He groans as my hand tightens; my eyes follow my movement, loving the way he hardens even more beneath me.

“Okay, that’s enough,” he demands, taking my hand and yanking my body against him. His mouth finds my neck, and he kisses then bites at the skin.

My body quakes, loving as the more domineering side of James takes over.

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