Disclaimer: All things Twilight belong to S Meyer
A/N: Thank you to everyone who is reading and a big hug to those leaving reviews.
I had to rewriteit a few times, it just wasn't coming out the way i wanted it too.
For those of you who love James, you're going to be extremely happy with this chapter.
I even feel in love with him for a minute.
Also the song he sings to her is one of my favorites
Amos Lee - Arms of a woman.
I recommend you listen to the song as you read it in the story.
enjoy...
Punky Bumpkin.. you flippin' rock! Thank you so much for your mad skills.
BPOV
I covered my mouth in surprise as I took in the scene before me. James had lit tiny candles and scattered them throughout my bedroom, producing a soft glow which reflected off the walls and ceiling, creating a very romantic atmosphere. A dozen roses were placed on my dresser and both night tables. The comforter on my bed had been pulled back, revealing the rose petals that he laid out in the shape of a heart on my sheet. This was the sweetest thing I had ever seen.
"I wanted to do something nice for you, baby," he whispered against my neck as he wrapped his arms around my middle and rested his chin on my shoulder. "Do you like it?"
"I love it, James."
"I wanted to show you I loved you and thought we could spend the night together without having to worry about anyone catching us. We don't… I mean, you don't… umm… I wasn't trying to force you… I mean… "
Before he could say anything else, I turned myself in his arms so I was facing him and kissed him with everything I had. Our lips opened together, allowing our tongues to clash and battle in our mouths. My hands tangled in his hair, pushing him further into me. His arms tightened around me and he pulled my body against his, allowing me the pleasure of feeling his erection pressed into my belly. I wanted more of him. I needed more of him.
My hands went to his tuxedo jacket and quickly tugged it off his shoulders. He removed his hands from me only long enough to get his jacket off. I rubbed my hands up the length of his chest as I pulled his shirt from his pants. I felt James moan in my mouth and tighten his grip on the back of my neck as my fingers made contact with his bare skin near his collar. His skin was like fire against my hands, and all I could think about was that I wanted to see it, to feel more of it. I made fast work of the buttons and his shirt was soon yanked off his arms and onto the floor, breaking our kisses momentarily. James removed his mouth from mine and began planting kisses along my neck as my hands started to stroke the muscles on his chest. Man, the guy was built. I loved the way my fingers looked as they slid over his form. My fingers reached his pants, curling around the belt loops, and I pulled back to look in his eyes.
His lust-filled baby blues were dilated and glazed over and his breathing was coming out heavy. He stared at me with so much love and want, it took my breath away. There was no doubt how much this man loved me, and I wanted to give him every piece of me. We stood staring at each other for minutes, maybe hours, who knows, until my fingers leisurely unbuttoned his pants. James' eyes grew big and his mouth parted slightly as he inhaled deeply.
"I'm ready, James."
"Are you sure, baby?" he croaked out. "We don't have to."
I kissed him once and pulled back. "I'm sure." And I really was. I wanted James to have something I could never give to anyone else.
"I love you, Bella," he whispered and brought his hands to my face and kissed me deeply. The kiss heated up fast and it took me a minute to compose myself enough to remove his pants. He kicked off his shoes while I pushed his pants down his legs, and he swiftly stepped out of them. He stood in his boxers and walked us to the bed, never breaking his kiss. I felt his body hit the edge of the mattress and he pulled away from me to sit down.
"How do you get out of this?" he asked and motioned at my dress.
I gave a small chuckle and turned around, lifting the train to reveal the zipper. I felt his hands tremble as he slowly slid the zipper down and started to undress me. His fingers were warm and gentle as he slid the straps of my dress over my shoulders and lightly ghosted his hands down my bare skin. His touch was electrifying and caused my stomach to tingle. He kissed the skin above my bra as the dress moved below my breasts. His hands gently grabbed my waist as the dress fell to my hips. James moved his hands to my lower back, stretched out his fingers, and started to ghost his palms down onto my ass, helping the dress fall off my body. I moaned the instant I felt his hands cup my cheeks and his tongue circle my belly button.
His hands moved to the back of my knees and he assisted me in stepping out of the dress one leg at a time, all the while caressing my stomach with his tongue and lips. When I was out of the dress, he pulled back from me to throw the dress to the side.
"My God, you're beautiful," he gasped. His hands came back to behind my knees, motioning me to bring my foot up and place it between his thighs on the bed in order to unbuckle my shoes. He caressed my calves and feet the same way he caressed my stomach earlier; his breath warmed my entire body and had my heart beating so loud, I swear he could hear it.
When he finished with my shoes, he sat up fully on the bed, which brought his head directly in front of my breasts. I felt him blow air against my skin and immediately felt a rush of heat between my legs. The tingling sensation his hands caused me as he removed my bra had me moaning out loudly, but I was too worked up to be embarrassed. There were only two pieces of clothing that separated us. I wasn't going to over think anything tonight; I only wanted to feel, and James was stirring up sensations I had only read about.
His hands cupped my breasts and he rubbed his thumbs lightly over my nipples as he alternated between kissing and licking my body. My hands reached out to grab on to his shoulders as one of his hands trailed down to the front of my panties. I needed him to touch me there; my center was throbbing and dripping wet with anticipation of what was going to happen. His fingers gently rubbed over the fabric covering my sex and my body involuntarily bucked against his touch.
"Oh God," I murmured. "Please, James," I begged him quietly.
"What, baby? I'll give you anything you want," he whispered in between his assault on my nipples.
"I'm ready. Make love to me." James hesitated briefly, and we looked at each other for a moment before he scooted us to the top of the bed and laid me beneath him. He slowly kissed his way up to my chin until his lips hovered right over mine, barely touching. Every breath I took in was one he exhaled. Every breath I let out was one he inhaled. This tiny act was extremely erotic and my breathing came heavier and heavier. His lips touched my slightly parted mouth at the same time that his chest pressed down onto my naked breasts and his wonderfully hard stomach muscles pressed onto my belly.
He cupped my whole breast, massaging it violently and drawing out constant moans which vibrated in his mouth and added a whole new dimension to our passionate kissing. The hand that wasn't occupied fell to my hip and started to explore the soft, bare skin that was now exposed to him; his fingers danced over it time and time again.
My hands abandoned their place on his body and I helped him by lifting my hips slightly so he could remove the tiny piece of lace that covered my sex. Our kissing increased as I took the last step and slid his boxers over his hips. I could feel the tension that was screaming through all his muscles before he pulled back to stare at me.
"What is it, James?"
He sighed softly. "I want to make love to you so bad, Bella… but I don't want you to give up your innocence either. That's one of the things I love about you. I feel like I'm robbing it."
I smiled and kissed him over and over again.
"You're not robbing anything. I'm giving this to you," I whispered and ran my thumb over his cheek. He kissed my lips softly and then reached down to his pants and removed a condom he had in his back pocket. Ripping open the package, he slowly slid it on and lay back down. My breathing was starting to quicken, but not from fear, from the excitement of it all. I wanted to give him my virginity and it was about to happen.
I felt his length brush against my core and tiny shivers spread throughout my body. My fingers were tingling and my legs began to quiver. James pulled back once more to watch my face as he slowly pressed himself against me. My tight walls stretched to their limit as they tried to accommodate his huge size. It was a little uncomfortable, but I wanted this. I wanted him to be the one. I was going to give James something that I could never get back, and the look in his eyes told me he was always going to treasure my gift. The process of him sliding into me seemed to take ages, but neither of us looked away. When he reached my barrier, both of us gasped.
James held my face and kissed me with all the love he had in him.
"I'm okay," I breathed out shakily. Letting my nerves come to the surface for the first time since we entered my room. I was trying to be so brave for him; I didn't want him to stop if he knew it was hurting, but he felt it and pulled back to look at me. "I'm okay." I tried to sound more relaxed.
"I'm so sorry, baby, I'll try to be as gentle as I can. The last thing I ever wanted to do was cause you pain," he said tenderly.
"This was inevitable, James, and I know you don't want to hurt me." I tried to smile and reassure him even though my body was shaking.
"It'll only hurt for a minute..." He kissed my lips softly. "I'm so sorry."
He continued to lay kisses across my face, trying to help settle my nerves. He waited just a few moments before he moved his hips slightly and thrust through my wall. Pain like I had never felt struck my insides, and I had to bite his shoulder to not cry out. He ran his hands through my hair comfortingly as I worked through the pain.
"I love you, Bella," he whispered in between the kisses he rained on my face, his thumbs rubbing away the few tears that managed to escape my lids.
Shaking slightly, I kissed him and he started to move. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck and tried to breathe through the burning sensation that was coming from where our bodies were joined. I didn't know if it was supposed to hurt that bad or if he was just really big; there was no one to ask without word getting back to Emmett, so I came into it a little unprepared. I didn't regret my decision at all, and after awhile, the burning went away and it started to feel really good. The tingling sensation started in my spine and multiplied as it made its way to my core. I could feel every bit of James' length stretching my walls and it created the most amazing sensation. On one particularly well-aimed thrust by James, I lost all ability to think and my head lolled to the side. I almost passed out.
Gently, his hand went to the side of my face and tilted it back so he could kiss me. I returned the kiss and felt my body start to move with his. It was a totally different experience, and I could barely believe the feelings that were coursing through me. My hands ran up and down his back before settling in his hair, pulling him closer.
"God, Bella, you feel so fucking good," he groaned out as he continued to pump his body in and out of me.
I moaned at the sound of his voice; my heart started to beat faster and I felt my body grow incredibly warm. My hands began to tighten in his hair and my toes began to curl under. I felt my legs start to tremble, and as the sensation kept building in my core, I arched my back, bringing my chest in contact with James'.
My orgasm hit and my body jerked as the pleasure became too intense. I called out his name as the white began to envelop my vision. James kept thrusting in and out of me, enhancing my pleasure with his movements. He managed to find his way into the crook of my neck as my orgasm died down, kissing a path from my shoulder to my neck and back again.
"You're so tight, baby." His breath was hot against my shoulder and coming out loudly as he kept moving. After a few seconds, I heard him taking shorter breaths and felt the muscles in his back tense up. He started to moan and his pace started to speed up; I knew he was close. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and bucked my hips into his, creating more friction for both of us.
"Fuck," he groaned out. And I did it again and again. I cried out his name as my walls clenched around him in another orgasm. Through the fog in my head, I heard him say my name as he found his release and stilled inside of me.
He lay on top of me and kissed my shoulder gently, as we both tried to calm our breathing. What I would have always figured as too much weight seemed just perfect, just enough. I felt his feather light kisses along my neck and jaw as he brought his hands to my face. He lightly brushed some hair off my cheeks and smiled warmly at me.
I brought my hands to cup his cheeks, mirroring his actions, and lifted my head to kiss him.
He kissed my lips, then my cheeks softly, and began to kiss along my neck.
"Am I too heavy?" he asked in a rasping voice.
"No." I tightened my hold on him. "Don't you dare move."
He chuckled softly as he peppered my neck and collarbone with more feather light kisses. I loved the feeling of his weight on me and the small tickle of his breath while he kissed my skin. My fingers danced lightly along the planes of his back, and his kisses started to apply more pressure.
"James?" I murmured, and he moved slightly.
"Yea, baby," he whispered in between kisses.
"I love you."
He froze mid-kiss and pulled back to look at me, resting his weight on his elbows. I smiled at him and said it again as I looked into my favorite pair of eyes. "I love you."
He stared at me quietly and I continued to smile at him. His breathing picked up and his hands came to cup my cheeks.
"Say it again," he growled out.
"I love you."
He slammed his mouth down on mine and kissed me hard before he pulled back. "Again," he demanded.
"I love you." I smiled and ran my fingers though his hair. "So much." Repeating the words he said to me so many times. I finally understood the extent of his love. I felt like I would die without him. I wanted to stay in his arms for the rest of my life; I couldn't imagine never being with him.
"I love you, too, baby." He sighed and buried his head back into the crook of my neck. "I can't tell you how fucking happy that makes me to hear you say that." He rolled us slightly so we were lying on our sides and pulled me into his chest. I snuggled into his body and he started to rub his hands up and down my back.
"I'm happy too, James." I brushed my lips against his chest and wrapped my arms tighter around his body.
I was almost asleep when James broke through the silence. "We need to get you cleaned up, Angel," he whispered lovingly and stroked my back.
"I don't want to move," I whined into his chest. His body shook slightly as he laughed and kissed my head.
"Me neither, but I need to clean you up." He started to slide out of me and I hissed from the tiny amount of pain that throbbed on my sex.
James heard and pulled back to look at me. I wasn't quick enough to hide my discomfort, and he noticed me wincing. "I'm sorry, baby," he soothed and planted kisses along my face.
"I'm fine. It just… sort of burns."
He kissed my lips softly and stood up. He reached his hands down to grasp me under my arms and behind my knees, lifting me off the bed. "I don't want you to look at the bed, OK?"
"OK…" I asked curiously and wrapped my arms around his neck. "Why?"
"There's some blood, which is normal for your first time, but I don't want you to be freaked out."
I simply nodded and relaxed against his chest as he moved us to the bathroom. He set me down gently and quickly discarded the condom in the toilet. He reached for a lighter on the shelf next to him and began to light the candles that he had set up on the countertop and windowsill. I watched him adjust a few and then he reached over to start the water.
"My plan was for us to take a romantic bath together before we went to bed, but I kind of like how the night played out instead." His back was to me as he turned on the shower, but I could tell he was smiling.
"We could still take a bath," I told him sweetly. I was blown away by everything he had planned for the night; no way would I rob him of a romantic gesture. Besides, I wanted to sit and relax in a hot bath.
"I'm glad you want to. I just want to wash you off real quick in the shower," He turned around and looked down to my middle and smiled sadly at me.
Then realization dawned on me. "Oh." I took the hand he held out for me and followed him into the shower.
He washed my body quickly but efficiently and allowed me to return the favor. After the proof of my virginity washed down the drain, James prepared our bath.
He put a few drops of bubble bath in the water and then stepped out of the tub.
"Where are you going?" I asked, sounding a little clingy, as he started to walk out of the room.
"I'm going to change the sheets and get the bed ready for us to sleep in. I'll be right back." He gave me a kiss and hurried out of the room.
I relaxed against the porcelain tub as the water began to get deeper. My thoughts were on one man and one man only. It didn't occur to me what kind of mess there may have been. Showering and changing the sheets hadn't even crossed my mind. Everything he had done was for my benefit.
He was so careful when he made love to me; he treated me like I was fragile and handled me delicately. He was careful to not let me see any blood; he carried me so I wouldn't have to walk because he knew I was sore. He wanted me in the bath so I could sit and relax, and he made sure to clean me first. God, I loved this man. I always believed it was the little things that counted in life, not that grand gestures are to be dismissed, but the little things mean more to me; they build up.
James came back shortly after I turned off the water and sat behind me. My head rested on his chest and our fingers tangled together on top of my stomach. We stayed in that same position until the water turned cold. He dried me off carefully and then carried me into the bed. He lay behind me and enlaced our fingers together, resting our hands on my stomach.
"I love you, James," I told him and kissed the top of his arm that was draped over me.
I felt his chest press into my back as he breathed in my hair and squeezed me tighter. "You can't ever leave me… especially now."
"I don't plan on ever leaving you, James," I whispered.
"You wouldn't be able to even if you wanted to. I'd find you," he deadpanned, and we both became quiet. I wasn't sure if he was being serious or not; his voice held no anger, so I shrugged it off as a joke. Before I was fully submerged in sleep, I heard him whisper, "You're mine forever, now."
There was a tiny ache between my thighs when I woke up in the morning. It wasn't too painful; it was more of an annoying throbbing. I stretched my body after I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and felt my feet make contact with something hard and warm. I lifted my head and saw James at the end of the bed dressed in boxers, watching me intently, and holding my guitar in his hands.
"Good morning, baby." He smiled down at me.
"Good morning." I smiled back at him.
"How do you feel?" He asked and started to strum the guitar.
"Happy," I answered honestly. I was extremely happy. The emotions James could stir up in me from just a look was a little overwhelming, but my heart would be his forever. I wanted to wake up to his piercing blue eyes everyday for the rest of my life. "How long have you been up?" I asked through a yawn.
"Awhile," he said nonchalantly and continued strumming a very comforting melody. "I made you hot chocolate and French toast."
I smelled the wonderful aroma immediately and looked over to my left. On my night stand next to a vase of roses was a beautifully put together tray of my breakfast. I thought my face would split in two with the intensity of my smile. "Thank you, James."
"I've been watching you sleep for a couple hours." He strummed again. "I could watch you for days," he murmured. "Did you know you talk in your sleep?" He smirked at me. "You kept saying my name and that you loved me."
"I do love you." I sat up and cupped his cheek. I brought my lips to meet his and kissed him softly.
"I wrote a song for you while I was watching you."
I raised my eyebrows, a little surprised hearing that. "Really?"
He nodded his head and kissed me. His tongue snaked out and gently caressed my bottom lip before he pulled it between his teeth. I moaned in response and grasped his face tighter. We kissed for a few moments before James pulled away with a huge smile on his face.
"I take it you're not too sore?" he teased.
I blushed and looked down, biting my lip slightly. I felt James' thumb tugging, gently releasing my lip from my teeth.
"I want to sing my song," he spoke softly. "Can I do that for you?"
"Of course," I said without hesitation. I sat back with my legs crossed and rested my elbows loosely on my thighs as I watched this gorgeous being in front of me adjust the strings on the guitar. His face was solemn, his eyes focused intently on the strings. As he began the first verse, his eyes made contact with mine and his features softened.
I am at ease in the arms of a woman
although now most of my days are spent alone
a thousand miles from the place I was born
when she wakes me she takes me back home
I smiled as he sang to me and felt my eyes tearing up. His voice was melodic and powerful, conveying his feelings for me through his song. His eyes closed and the expression on his face changed as his next verse started.
Now most days I spend like a child
who's afraid of ghosts in the night
I know there ain't nothing out there
I'm still afraid to turn on the light
The tears of happiness that had built in my eyes had turned into tears of sadness and fell down my cheeks. The words hit a spot in my heart that would forever ache for the things he had gone through in his father's house. I saw a little boy haunted by the terrible things he had lived through, and my tears fell for his suffering. I bit my lip to control the sob that wanted to escape and closed my eyes as he continued to play.
I am at ease in the arms of a woman
although now most of my days are spent alone
a thousand miles from the place I was born
when she wakes me she takes me
His tone was no longer sad or tormented; I heard the adoration in his voice and I opened my eyes. He was singing about his love for me again and held my gaze as he smiled through his words.
I am at ease in the arms of a woman
although now most of my days are spent alone
a thousand miles from the place I was born
when she wakes me she takes me
Yeah, when she wakes me she takes me
Yeah, when she wakes me she takes me back home
When she wakes me she takes me back home
As he finished the last note, I couldn't contain my emotions; and with the tears flowing down my face, I flung my body into his. He quickly removed the guitar from his lap and wrapped his arms around me. I kissed him hard, biting and licking his lips as my hands clawed at his back and neck. I felt out of control with my love for him. I couldn't get close enough, I couldn't get my tongue deep enough; I wanted to blend our bodies together.
"I love you, so much, James," I groaned out and pulled him down on top of me, slamming our mouths back together.
"You're not too sore, baby?" he asked through our kisses. I shook my head no and reached my hands down to stroke his length. He hissed out and bucked into my hand as I squeezed his length. I stroked him a few more times before he pulled back and reached for his pants on the ground. He grabbed a condom from his pocket and used his teeth to tear the package open. My eyes followed his hands as they slowly rolled the thin rubber over his rock hard shaft.
He brought his head back up to mine and kissed me gently. My mouth opened and I sucked his tongue in. He took hold of my left leg and hiked my knee up a bit as he took himself in hand and touched the head of his length against my entrance. I dropped one hand down to his and helped guide his cock into me as we continued to kiss. I moaned deeply into his mouth and took his ass with both hands and tilted my hips to better receive him. He pushed into me slowly, my body wrapped tightly around him.
He started to move in me and I felt a slight sting, my smallness protesting his girth. He peered down at me, holding my head in his hands, as his strong thumbs stroked across my cheeks.
"Bella? Am I hurting you, baby?" His voice was full of concern.
"No," I whispered and felt myself float out of the insignificant pain and into bliss. We were making love. Any pain was worth this. I took my hands off of his butt and ran them through his hair.
"I love you," I said softly.
"I know. I love you, too."
"You feel amazing," I told him. "You're so big."
"Bella..." he groaned and sped up.
Immediately my body went on orgasm alert. The buzz was beginning deep in my abdomen."Oh Jesus, James."
He reached down to rub my clit and I groaned and brought my knee a little higher, opening myself so he could penetrate me more.
He rocked his body in and out of me, faster with each thrust. We were both sweaty and moaned each other's names loudly as the intensity grew. He groaned into my mouth and his hand sped up on my clit, creating the most blinding friction as his cock plowed me.
"James… yes… just like that." It was just right, his mouth, his hand, his cock in me. I exploded. I was virtually screaming into his mouth as I grabbed on tight to his fucking fantastic ass and rode out my orgasm.
James found his release right behind me and he tore his mouth from mine."Ah, Jesus, Bella!" I felt him gush into me, his hips jerking in a beautifully ungraceful staccato.
I squeezed his butt and tilted my pelvis as he thrust into me one last time, and then we both let out long, ragged, satisfied sighs as we collapsed in exhaustion. I stroked his sweaty hair away from his forehead and felt him lay light kisses on my neck and collar bone. I felt completely at ease lying there with his body covering mine and groaned in mild frustration as he slid out of me.
I watched him get up and walk to the bathroom so he could discard the condom and couldn't stop smiling. I didn't expect to feel this way towards anyone. I never believed I'd be able to find happiness after my parents died, but as I lay in bed and stared at the magnificent creature staring back at me, I was so glad I had been wrong.
James smirked and asked, "What are you smiling at?"
"The love of my life," I admitted sincerely.
I saw his eyes glisten over and answered his smile with my own. He pulled his boxers on before he sat back on the bed and reached for the tray with my now cold breakfast.
"Want me to heat it back up for you?"
"No, I'm sure it's fine." And it was. We shared my breakfast and talked about what we were going to do after we showered. The weather wasn't too bad, so James wanted to take me down to the beach. I told him Mrs. Anderson was going to get a new shipment in today and I wanted to stop by the bookstore for a little bit. He suggested we hit the store first so we wouldn't have to rush getting back before it closed.
We showered together and quickly got dressed. James had packed an overnight bag so he would have extra clothes to change into. I made us a light lunch to take with us, and then we headed outside to walk to his truck. He had parked it around the block in order to surprise me last night. He continued to be the perfect gentleman, opening the door, helping me in, helping me out, putting his hand on the small of my back as we walked into the bookstore. It was wonderful.
Mrs. Anderson had found something for me and placed it on the counter with a smile on her face. I couldn't help the squeal that came from my lips when I saw the copy of Jane Austen's classic Northanger Abbey and Persuasion, in one book, from a rare edition of The Works of Jane Austen published in 1890. The only one I needed to complete my collection was Emma.
James insisted on paying for my book and told me he'd buy me a thousand copies if it kept a smile on my face. He and I walked around the bookstore glancing at shelves here and there.
James found a book about sports stats for the 20th century and seemed to be engrossed in that, while I searched for more hidden treasures in the new shipment.
As we were walking out the door, my cell phone rang.
"Hello."
"Belly Bear." His voice roared through the speaker.
"Hello, brother of mine."
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing. James and I are just leaving Mrs. Anderson's. I got a new book," I said with a smile on my face.
"Why are you with James?" He sounded a little irritated. Crap.
"Umm… we just… he came over… it was nice outside…"I looked over to James and panicked, motioning to the phone.
"No, it's perfect actually. I was going to call him next."
I breathed a sigh of relief and handed James the phone. "Emmett wants to talk to you."
James took the phone and helped me into his truck. He kissed me softly on the cheek before he shut the door and walked around to his side.
"No, it's fine… Sure… what time… It's after one right now, we could be there before two… OK… I'll tell her… alright, see you then… bye." James turned to me and frowned. "We're going to have to reschedule our beach trip. Emmett needs me to come and get him and Rosalie."It bummed me out our plans had been ruined, but I understood. "He told me to go ahead and take his Jeep, since we all can't fit in my truck. He said you knew where the keys are."
"I'm sorry our plans got ruined, James." I scooted closer to him and buckled in the middle. I put my hand on his leg and rested my head against his shoulder. "What about the others?"
"Alice and Jasper got a ride from Ben and Angela, and I guess Edward rode back in the limo by himself last night."
"Oh." I had no idea why my stomach fluttered at this piece of knowledge. It surprised me that I had a reaction at all. Edward's personal life had never had an effect on me before, but that didn't change the relief I felt knowing he hadn't stayed at the hotel with anyone. Not only was I relieved about that, I was now confused as to why I even cared. I had just made love to James twice and couldn't be happier. Right?
"Hey, what are you thinking about?" James brought his hand off the gear shift and squeezed my thigh.
I shook my head and leaned up to kiss his cheek. "Thank you for my book."
"You're welcome."
"Should we eat before we leave? I packed sandwiches and fruit for the beach, but we could take it with us and eat it on the drive up there."
"If it's nice up there, we should try and hit the beach. I'm sure your brother wouldn't mind."
I smiled at his idea. "You really want to go to the beach, huh?"
He shrugged his shoulders slightly. "The ocean soothes me. I tried to get to the beach as much as I could back in South Carolina, but it was a few hours' drive. On nights when the beatings were pretty bad, I'd drive out to the beach and sit in the sand waiting for the sun to come up. I'd take my shoes off and walk along the shoreline, watching the birds or listening to the ocean. The sound of the waves and smell of the sand relaxes me, and I don't know… I'd really like to incorporate you in that mix, because, believe it or not, you have an even bigger calming effect on my psyche."
I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I had been staring at him the entire time he shared his feelings with me; I didn't notice he pulled into my driveway until he shut the engine off.
"I've yet to see a sun set into the Pacific. I bet it's more beautiful than a sunrise over the Atlantic. I guess I'm just anxious to watch one with you," he said sheepishly. He found ways that made me love him even more. I sat there quietly and stared at him until he finally looked over. "What?" He chuckled and tucked some of my hair behind my ear.
"Thank you for sharing that with me." I smiled. "You have no idea how badly I want to call my brother and make him go. But as much as I want to go to the beach with you, I'd rather not do it with my brother there. I want to be able to hold you and kiss you as we watch the sunset together. I don't want to have to keep my distance from you."
"I love you, Bella."
"I love you," I sang and kissed his lips.
"Come on, the faster we get there, the faster we can get back to sneak off," he joked and opened the door. I climbed out after him and walked hand in hand into my house to grab the spare Jeep keys.
"Are you ready, James?" I asked after I grabbed the keys off the top of the fridge.
"Nope," he said and lifted me off the ground, pressing his lips to mine. My hands found their way to the back of his neck, urging him to deepen the kiss. Our tongues danced together wildly until we were both gasping for air. We broke our kiss and rested our foreheads together.
"Now I'm ready." He laughed quietly and guided me out of the house and into the Jeep.
A/N: Let me know your thoughts, please.