James saw the light that immediately ignited in Victoria's eyes as soon as he issued the command, a blazing intensity that made his breath catch in his throat. It was as if those two simple words had flipped a switch inside her, transforming her from desperate supplicant to predatory goddess in the space of a heartbeat.
Victoria scooted closer with fluid grace, her movements deliberate and hypnotic. Her eyes were laser-focused on his lips with an intensity that made James feel like prey being stalked by a magnificent predator. The air between them crackled with electricity, thick with anticipation and desire that had been building for what felt like an eternity.
James felt a flutter of nervousness course through him as Victoria drew nearer. He worried about his kissing skills, wondered if he could possibly live up to the expectations he could see burning in her eyes. The rational part of his mind urged him to take it slow and gentle, to ease into this moment that would change everything between them forever.
However, Victoria had other plans entirely.
Her fingers came up to trace the outline of his lips with feather-light touches that sent shivers of awareness racing down his spine. The contact was electric, intimate beyond anything he'd experienced. Victoria's fingertips mapped the shape of his mouth with reverent precision, as if she were memorizing every curve and contour.
Then, with a boldness that stole his breath completely, Victoria gently opened his mouth and leaned forward to suck on his tongue. The sensation was overwhelming, wet heat and suction that made his entire body respond with shocking intensity. The soft sounds of her exploration filled the quiet space around them, creating an auditory stimulation that triggered something primal deep within James's core.
Neither of them could say who moved first after that. One moment they were poised on the edge of surrender, and the next they were kissing with a desperation that bordered on violence. Their mouths crashed together, James with years of suppressed longing finally given free rein.
Victoria was immediately overwhelmed by the deep sensations coursing through her tingling body. Every nerve ending seemed to come alive at once, sending waves of pleasure cascading through her system with an intensity she had never experienced before. She had kissed men before just to satisfy her curiosity sometimes out of necessity but this was something entirely different. This was overwhelming, explosive, and transformative in ways that shocked her with its ignitive power. The moment she kissed James, she knew she had been starving.
Her body responded so fiercely to James's touch that it startled her. Every point of contact between them seemed to generate heat that spread outward like wildfire, consuming rational thought and leaving only pure sensation in its wake. Victoria had always prided herself on maintaining control, but under James's kiss, she found herself completely at the mercy of feelings she couldn't contain or direct.
James wasn't faring any better. After years of wondering what it would feel like to kiss Victoria Sharp properly, the reality was devastating in its intensity. All thoughts of inexperience, of being sweet and gentle evaporated like morning mist as desire roared through him with primitive force. He didn't know when it happened, couldn't pinpoint the exact moment he'd lost all restraint, but suddenly his hands were wrapped around Victoria's waist and he was lifting her to straddle him.
The new position brought them into even more intimate contact, Victoria's thighs bracketing his hips as she settled against him with a soft gasp that he swallowed with his mouth. The heat of her body pressed against his was intoxicating, overwhelming every sense until there was nothing in the world but Victoria and the taste of her lips.
With desperate fingers, James found the pins holding Victoria's hair in its elegant chignon and pulled them free. Her black hair tumbled down in silken waves, flowing through his fingers like liquid darkness. The simple act of releasing her hair felt symbolic somehow, the final destruction of the professional barriers that had kept them apart for so long.
Both of them were completely consumed by the burning desire that had finally been unleashed. They lost track of their surroundings, forgot about the apartment around them, forgot about everything except the desperate need to touch and taste and claim each other completely. The world had narrowed to just the two of them and the couch where they were tangled together in passionate abandon.
Victoria seemed to have it worse than James, completely lost in the haze of sensation and desire. When James changed their positions once more, laying her back against the soft cushions of the couch before climbing on top of her, she went willingly, her eyes glazed with want and her lips swollen from their kisses.
The new position was devastatingly intimate. James braced himself above her, his body covering hers as he looked down into her flushed face. Victoria's hair was spread across the cushions like a dark halo, her chest rising and falling rapidly with her labored breathing. She looked beautiful and wanton and completely his in that moment.
When James pulled back slightly and began pressing kisses to the delicate skin of her neck, Victoria welcomed the attention in a complete daze. The sensation of his lips against her throat drew a moan from deep in her chest, his name falling from her lips like a prayer or a benediction.
"James," she breathed, the word carrying all the desperate need and overwhelming sensation that was coursing through her system. Her hands came up to tangle in his hair, holding him against her throat as he continued his exploration of her sensitive skin.
However, the separation was too much for both of them to bear for long. They came together again in another searing kiss, mouths fusing with desperate intensity as they lost themselves once more in the crazy, overwhelming passion that had finally been set free between them.
As their lips met with renewed fervor, Victoria felt her body responding in ways that both thrilled and startled her. An uncomfortable heat spread through her, making her nipples ache with a sensitivity she had never experienced before. Her breasts felt heavy and tender, throbbing with a need that she couldn't name but desperately wanted to understand.
Between her thighs, an unfamiliar sensation bloomed, an itchy, empty feeling that made her press her legs together instinctively, seeking relief. But the friction only seemed to heighten the ache, making her gasp against James's mouth. She rubbed her thighs together again, confused by the way her body was betraying her with these foreign sensations.
This was the same torment she had been battling ever since she'd come to terms with her feelings for James, but now it was magnified tenfold. The realization hit her like lightning, James had done something no one had ever been able to accomplish. He had awakened her desires, stirred something primal and powerful within her that she was only now beginning to recognize.
Her lustful needs crystallized in that moment of clarity. She wanted him to make her a woman, to introduce her to the mysteries and pleasures of her own womanhood that had remained dormant for so long. The intensity of her want shocked her, but she embraced it, let it wash over her like a tide she no longer wanted to resist.
Her hands, which had been tangled in his hair, began to move with a mind of their own. They traveled from his face to the back of his neck, tracing the strong column of his throat before spreading across the width of his broad shoulders. The feel of his muscles beneath her palms made her breath catch, but she didn't stop there.
With impatient urgency that surprised even her, Victoria's fingers found the buttons of his shirt and began working them free. Her movements were clumsy with desire, desperate with the need to feel more of him, to tear down every barrier that remained between them.
The hunger she felt for the man on top of her was staggering, she wanted to devour him and at the same time wanted to be devoured by him. She wanted him, plain and simple. Her heated body raged with a hot intensity that threatened to consume her completely, every cell crying out for more contact, more closeness, more of everything he could give her.
James noticed the shift in her immediately, the way her breathing had become more ragged, the way her hands moved with increasing desperation against his shirt. Nevertheless, he did not want to be carried away too easily, he fought to pull back from the edge of the precipice they were both racing toward. He struggled to get back his rationality and calm, to think clearly through the haze of desire that threatened to overwhelm them both.
When he felt Victoria's hands continuing to undo his shirt with rushed fingers, his own hands flew up and captured hers in a firm grip, stilling her movements. His voice was rough with barely controlled emotion as he asked, "What are you doing?"