James’s P. O. V.
I wake up in the morning, feeling something different, something special about today. There’s a warmth in my arms-a presence I’ve never had before. I glance down and see her.
Selena.
A small smile instantly spread across my face.
Her bare boobs are pressed against my chest and our legs are entangled beneath the comforter.
I’ve never shared my bed with any woman before, but having her here, in my arms, feels so right. As I gaze at her sleeping face, I feel contented. I run my hand through her silky hair, admiring the angel.
She looks so beautiful while she sleeps. I can watch her like this for hours. It’s so peaceful.
Her gentle breaths tickle my bare chest, sending shivers down my spine and making me horny for her again.
Last night, only I know how I controlled myself-how I controlled myself from not fucking her. My dick throbbed painfully inside my pants, watching her cum with her bra inside her mouth, her eyes closed. Fuck! That sight was heaven. As the image of her flashes in my mind, my cock hardens for her.
Selena moves slightly, and her lashes flutters as she opens her eyes. “Good morning,” she says groggily in her sweet voice as she shifts in my arms, her lips curving up. The smile makes her look even more beautiful.
But the moment she realises her state-half-naked and pressed against me, she scrambles away, pulling the blanket up to cover herself, her eyes widened.
“Why did you move away?” I ask, narrowing my eyes at her. “Didn’t you like to lie in my arms?”
“Whatever is happening between us, Mr Luther, it’s not right.”
When she calls me Mr. Luther, it feels so formal, and it irritates me to no end. I want her to call me James. I want to hear how my name sounds in her sweet voice.
“For God’s sake, Selena, stop calling me Mr. Luther. Call me James,” I demand, grabbing her arm and pulling her back toward me.
“I can’t,” she denies, shaking her head, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “You’re my father’s friend and older than me. How can I? You know.”
I scoff. “The same old man who made you come last night? The same old man whose fingers made you scream?”
Her face turns crimson. “It was a mis-”
Before she can finish the word, I grab her by the hair and crush my lips against hers, silencing her. She struggles at first, her hands pushing against my chest, but I tighten my grip, deepening the kiss, sucking her lips hard.
Her resistance fades, and soon her fingers tangle in my hair as she loses herself in the moment.
As I explore her mouth with my tongue, her hard nipples graze against my chest, igniting a fire within me. My dick throbs in my pants like last night.
I just can’t resist this woman.
My hand trails down her body and pinches one of her hardened nipples. She moans into my mouth, driving me wild.
Damn. Her nipples are so hard and sensitive, and I’m enjoying every second of playing with them. I pinch and rub my finger around it, eliciting another moan that sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my core.
She grinds against my dick, yearning for me as much as I yearn for her. It satisfies me and makes me even hornier for her.
Fuck! I want her so badly.
But then only, my phone rings. I try to ignore it, focusing instead on her lips, but it keeps ringing.
Whosoever is calling me, he is gone.
My brows furrow in frustration as I pull away from her.
As I pick up my phone and see the name on the screen, my expression turns serious. It’s my man calling, and I can’t ignore it.
“I have to take this.” I reluctantly move away from her.
Before I can get up, she pulls me back by grabbing my hair, and presses her lips against mine again, startling me.
God! This woman is something else.
Right now, I want nothing more than to stay and claim every inch of her, but I can’t risk ignoring the call.
So I pull away, causing her to scowl at me.
“Selena, it’s important,” I explain in a soft tone.
“Fine.” She sighs, lying back beside me, still annoyed.
I smile and give a quick kiss on her lips. “I’ll be right back. Don’t sulk.”
“I’m not sulking.” She glares at me.
“You’re sulking, Little Miss.” I tease her, putting on my shirt and jacket.
Before I leave the room, I glance back at her. She’s lying there, her cheeks still flushed, the blanket pulled around her, and she is glaring at me like a child. That sight alone tempts me to forget the call, jump on her, and completely lose myself in her.
But I can’t ignore the call. It’s about her safety.
“What’s going on?” I answer the call in a grim tone as I reach outside.
“Sir, we’ve detained two men,” he informs me. “They were caught watching Miss Selena from a distance, trying to stay hidden.”
My grip on the phone hardens. “Who are they?”
“Locals, but they’re working for him. We’re sure of it,” he says, lowering his voice.
Of course. That bastard is trying to use Selena to get back at her father and me. Not happening. Not as long as I’m alive.
My jaw clenches with fury. “Why were they watching her?”
“Looks like they were gathering information, sir. Probably waiting for instructions. We intercepted them before they could act.”
Thank God I came on this trip and have my men watch Selena. If anything had happened to her… I can’t even think about it.
“Handle them,” I order in a cold voice. “Make sure they regret even laying their eyes on her.”
“Yes, sir,” he responds.
After ensuring everything is under control, I return to the tent. Selena is already dressed. She is wrapped in a black jacket, a white muffler, and boots. She looks effortlessly adorable as her cheeks tinge pink from the cold.
“Where did you go?” She asks in a curious tone as I approach her.
“Network issues,” I lie. “I had to go where I could get a signal. It was important.”
I don’t want to make her worry by telling her about the danger surrounding her. She doesn’t deserve that stress.
She nods, brushing her hands against her jacket. “Okay. Thank you for coming on this trip, even with your busy schedule.” Her eyes filled with gratitude.
I just smile. She doesn’t need to know the lengths I’d go to for her. She already means more to me than she realises.