Crazy Over You

📚 Chapter 27 📚

I've become quite addicted.

His lips, his touch. Just him.

I can't get enough. I love the way it feels. I love how the sensation. I just need more.

When he pulls away from me, I can't help but move forward to capture his lips on mine once again. As cliche as it may be, he has became the oxygen I need. And James has been nothing but more willing to give me the tank.

My parents are downstairs.

His are downstairs.

My brothers.

Everyone is downstairs.

Have they noticed that we've been gone?

How long have we been gone?

I can't concentrate. Every second of his lips on me is a thought away. It's a moment of relaxation.

"James..." I exhale his name. It's a low whisper into his ear when he grabbed the side of my long sleeve, sweater type of shirt to my shoulder. I left a pull on my neck due to it but his lips were on my neck. Soft kisses and nipples to a light bite that has me arching my back and grabbing on to him tightly.

Saying his name was like a switch for him because his lips were back on me. Hungrier than ever. His tongue exploring parts that I never knew could be possible. He's positioned between my legs, his erection begging to be set free as I felt it. It's hard.

He just had to wear sweatpants todays.

And then I felt his hand on my skin. On my waist. His hand is under my shirt. He's touching me.

His other hand, that pulls my shirt to my shoulder, moved down to my thigh. He placed my leg over his back but then grabs on my lower thigh. His hand raises to my breast. "Is this okay? Are you okay?" James whispers between kisses yet in desperations. It's like he's already having a hard time controlling himself while I'm having a hard time processing.

I've never been touched. Anyone that tried or have would always end up getting a beaten by either my brothers or me. I rarely hit anyone but that doesn't mean I don't know how to defend myself. I grew up with brothers, I know how to be rough when needed.

But the difference is James is asking. I can feel a finger on the strap of my bra but his hand is away from my breast. He's not going touch me unless I give him the okay.

He should have just touch me, it would have given me the reason I needed to end this but he's a fucking great guy.

"Yes. It's fine." I manage to express and his hand moved to my breast but he wasn't rough or quick with it like I thought most guy would be.

But I'm not the first girl he's been with.

He must know how to touch a woman as he had some experience.

But that doesn't matter. It shouldn't.

Because it's not Emma he's touching.

It's me.

It's me that's under me. It's me he's touching. It's me he's thinking of and it's me who need to keep it that way if I want to be sane.

He already found his way into my heart and a way to hold it. I just have to make up I'm holding it with him just so that he doesn't end up hurting it.

His hand is gentle at first, taking in the size from what he can gather with the bra to then lightly squeezing it. His other hand moved down to my ass. He's taking everything he can get all while treating my body like a temple.

"I need this off. Can I have this off?" James ask me as his hand move to the bottom of my shirt. I don't know how to answer. I have no idea if this is okay. What if he gets turned off? My breast aren't as big as some would hope. I don't have flat stomach. I have rolls. What if I became unattractive?