Would have and could have were two separate things. Just because a person chose not to engage, did not mean that the offer was not there. James had slipped off the bandwagon during those three years and had succumbed to a world where<i>numb </i>was the new black. He had spent too many sleepless nights writhing from the fallout to take it back now. And he wasn't about to get into the darker parts of his persona with the lovely blonde in his arms just yet.<br/><br/>He grinned where she looked pensive. Even if she didn't realize it, her brows had furrowed as she lost herself in her own musings and James took the opportunity to pull his mouth away from her own and use his lips to smooth back down the lines of her face. “You're thinking about everything too much,” he murmured against her skin as his lips trailed a line of fire from her jaw to neck. Unlike their first round, his motions lacked the desperate fervor that they had previously, but none of the heat behind it. Still, he teased her. “You're allowed to be selfish. But only some of the time. Like<i>now, </i>for instance.”<br/><br/>His hands slid down the length of her body to settle on her hips, his fingers splaying to pull her more firmly against him as she rolled to place him on top. His thighs nudged her legs further apart as he positioned himself just above her. His own hips teased forward so that the length of his cock slid between her saturated folds and the throbbing, blunt head of him rubbed the sensitive nub of her clit. He rocked against her like this as her own mouth rained their passion against his skin. The man groaned and dipped his head, his mouth probing against her own and his tongue lashing out to do battle with her own.<br/><br/>When he pulled back, his eyes blazed with a mixture of gold and violet, and the smile on his face was a wicked curve. His hands slid underneath her ass, gripping the soft tissue, and dragged her up for one more teasing thrust of his hips before he pulled her knees to hook around his shoulders. His body nipped so that his mouth could drag down the front of her torso, tongue tasting the salty sweetness of her skin. His teeth even raked against the sensitive flesh of her navel as his voice vibrated against her skin. “I'm not going to let you have it that easy, Lane.”<br/><br/>He sealed his mouth against the mound of her sex, his tongue sliding between the soft folds to delve into her passageway, tasting her juices. His growl vibrated through her as he laved his tongue with her and dragged the muscle up to tease her clit. He wound tight circles, slowly at first, then picked up the motion while one hand slid from underneath her so that he could work two fingers inside her, hooking in that<i>come hither </i>as he stroked her inner walls in time to the motions of his tongue. He lifted his head once, but only to instate his low command. “You're going to come for me. Aren't you?”<br/><br/>Then he lowered his face again, breathing in the sweet scent of her arousal. This time his lips closed around the hard bundle of nerves that he had exposed from its hooded hiding place, suckling while his tongue began its infuriating flicking once again. Not once did his fingers lose rhythm, however. They stroked up and and curled, only to drag back out of her sex-slicked passageway and back up to apply pressure against her g-spot.