Was I overreacting?
I felt vulnerable after my confession, and James had definitely been distant since. The last thing I wanted was him treating me differently.
I was losing my mind sitting in my room, the same questions rotating their way through my head. I had to get out. Go for a walk or something, before I completely lost my mind.
I put on my sandals and headed to the door. I opened it and jumped when I saw James stood there, looking sexy and carefree.
My stomach filled with butterflies at the sight of him. We stared at one another, and I saw his eyes linger over mine. The pity on his face made me feel pathetic, and I lashed out before he could even speak.
"Stop looking at me like you feel sorry for me."
"For fuck's sake, Sophie. What kind of person would I be if I didn't feel bad for you?"
I turned and walked back into the room, James following closely behind me.
"I don't want your sympathy! That isn't why I told you." I shouted, my frustration taking hold.
"What do you want then?" James challenged.
"I want you to look at me the way you have since we first met. I hate I messed up and now you don't want me." I replied, my eyes stinging again.
He shook his head and walked towards me, taking hold of my hand.
"You can't think I don't want you."
I shrugged my shoulders.
"That look had gone this morning, and I haven't seen it since. I'm still me. I want you to treat me the same you always have."
He grabbed my hand and moved it to his groin. Fuck, I could feel him growing hard at my touch.
"I want you all the time. I can't stop thinking about how good it feels to fuck you. The moans you make when I'm deep inside you, your perfect tits pressed into me, your legs wrapped around my hips. You are making me lose my mind, and there isn't a thing in this world that could ever stop that."
We both pounced on each other, our mouths connecting as James lifted me up.
He threw himself onto the small couch, supporting both of us as we crashed down in a heap. He pushed my skirt up and pulled my panties to the side. I wasn't quite ready for him, but he pushed inside me roughly, making me cry out.
He slowly circled his finger over my clit as he pounded in and out of me.
"Yes. I need it hard..." I moaned, raking my nails over his back.
His mouth covered mine as he fisted my hair and pulled my face to his.
"Hold on to me." He said roughly, biting my bottom lip.
I flattened my body against his as he pulled me up and sat down so I was straddling his hips. His fingers rolled and tugged at my nipples. I lifted myself up and down his cock, enjoying the way he stretched me as I slid him back in.
"I can never get enough of you." He growled, angling his hips so he hit an even deeper part of me.
I'd lost any self-control I had and was working myself against his stiff cock. I moved my hips, so he hit the sweet spot I hadn't even known I had till he'd fucked me.
I could feel the pressure building inside of me, a ball of pleasure that was about to break free and come undone. His mouth was devouring my breasts, sucking my nipples and nipping the tender skin.
"Yes, don't stop... just like that..." He moaned, squeezing my hips as he locked my body to his.
I cried his name over and over when I finally came. His hot breath tickled my skin as he whispered how beautiful I was and how much he wanted me.
His hand buried in my hair as his breathing quickened, a sign he wasn't far behind me. Then I felt him come inside me, his hips jerking as our bodies melted together.
I lost track of time as we laid on the couch, my head on his shoulders and his hand stroking my back.
"I can't believe you thought I wouldn't want you anymore." James whispered, pressing his lips to my temple.
"I didn't know how you'd feel. I thought you might look at me differently." I whispered.
He pulled me in closer and squeezed me.
"I feel fucking livid that someone has hurt you and gotten away with it, but it doesn't change the way I feel about you..."
I nestled into him and he stroked my hair.
"It's difficult for me to drop it, Sophie. He should be punished for how he treated you, if you could just tell me his name."
I shook my head,
"You need to leave it, else I will leave tonight. He's dangerous, and I'd rather never speak to you again than let you know who he is."
"I can be dangerous, especially when a person I care about has been hurt." He grumbled.
"Please, James." I begged, "Trust me, this isn't something I'd joke about or exaggerate."
"I'm not promising anything, Sophie. I have a first name, and I'll find out his surname."
Ugh, he was so stubborn. I couldn't bring myself to argue with him because I knew he wanted to protect me. How could I be a bitch about that?
He pulled back and tilted my chin, so I was looking at him.
God, he was perfect. His eyes, his lips and his handsome face. I couldn't ever imagine thinking I was good enough to be by his side.
"What are you thinking?" He whispered, his eyes gazing into mine with concern.
"That you are far too attractive for me." I sighed, stroking his cheek.
His eyes darkened, and he gave me a stern look.
"Bullshit. You don't see what I see because some twisted bastard has made you feel you are worth nothing."
Georgia had always told me the same thing, but in far more sensitive words. Somehow though, hearing James say it was like hearing it for the first time.
I buried my face in his chest.
"You've already done more for me than you could ever know."
I kissed his body, slowly moving my way up his throat and to his mouth. He let out a low moan when I tugged his bottom lip between my teeth.
"And I'm only getting started." He whispered, rolling me to my back and kissing me hungrily.