Warm, feather like kisses on my neck make me stir in my sleep as I slowly open my eyes. James's gorgeous face comes in my view as I realise that he's placing kisses up to my jawline. When he notices that I'm awake, he grins.

"Did I wake you?" He asks, not sounding apologetic at all, making me smile.

"Were you not intending to?" I ask. Our limbs are intertwined with his arms draped over my waist and mine trapped under his embrace. There's a little light peeking through the blinds that James drew on last night before going to sleep.

We spent the night talking apart from the time where I felt so overwhelmed that I showered him with kisses that led to more. He talked about his mother and my heart ached for the child in him who longed for her.

I move a little to face him completely as he kisses my cheek, sending warmth throughout my body. "Good morning, Mrs. Clark."

"Morning, Mr. Clark." I smile, feeling this happy after a long time. Things have been good since the day we talked about our first kiss, but they just seem to get better.

His phone's ring erupts in the room, making me groan as I start to create distance between us but he pulls me closer, tightening his grip on my waist as he reaches for the night stand to retrieve it. He must see the sour expression on my face because he doesn't receive the call, instead puts his phone on silent and keeps it back on the table.

"Good?" He asks and I nod, grinning.

After we made love last night I convinced James to let me out of the bed to pick up our clothes from the floor but he didn't really listen to me. He only got our phones from his jeans pocket and set them on night table, not letting me leave the bed for a second.

"We need to have some rules." I speak up, my thoughts running in the morning and he arches an eyebrow.

"Rules as in house rules or safe words?"

"James!" I swat his shoulder, making him laugh loudly as he stares at me with the shine in his eyes that I've grown to love.

"What? I'm serious though, we can explore once you're comfortable and know your likes-dislikes."

I give him a look which only makes him smirk further. I haven't even been up for half an hour and this man has heat rising to my cheeks. He kisses my forehead before looking at me.

"Alright, tell me."

I sigh, taking a deep breath, "No phone calls in the bedroom."

"That's a little difficult. I get a lot of calls in the morning sometimes before office, you know that." He tries to reason out and I know he's right, making me think of a solution.

"Alright, no calls when we're in bed, you can call back once we're up, is that doable?" I ask, trying to draw boundaries that are suitable for both of us.

"Yes, fine. I can put my phone on silent at night when we go to bed and won't check it until we're up." He promises, his hand rubbing up and down my sides. "Anything else?"

"Can you try to keep your office work to minimum during weekends? I know you're running the company and it's not possible to cut it off completely, but I really think you need to strike a better work-life balance." I tell him honestly and he nods, sighing.

"I've never needed the balance because work has been my life, but now with you, I promise I'll try. Just be patient with me, alright?"

"Yes." I agree, leaning up a little to kiss him briefly before pulling apart.

"How do you feel?" He asks and I frown until I realise what he's asking and my cheeks heat up. "Sore?"

I nod, "Better than last night though."

"Good, it'll take some time for your body to adjust." He kisses my forehead again, and my stomach flutters because James has never been this affectionate with me as he is this morning.

My stomach grumbles from hunger, making him laugh a little and I groan, sitting up in the bed. "I'm famished."

"I did offer dinner in bed last night." He says, sitting up with me, our skins brushing against each others, every second a reminder of our lack of clothing.

"Well, I wasn't hungry then." I pout and my eyes drop down to his chest, raking over his built shoulders. I clear my throat before my thoughts can take a different turn. "I am now, though."

"For food?" He arches an eyebrow and my cheeks heat up again as I begin to move out of bed but he laughs, holding onto my waist. "It's so easy to tease you."

"It isn't winning you any points." I grumble and he laughs, shaking his head. There's a sudden realisation that hits me as I look back at him. "I don't have clothes here. We'll have to go back today and get our stuff, and I want a tour of the apartment please."

"You do have clothes here, they're in the closet so you can change but we do need to move some basic stuff, rest we can leave back at the house. And I'll give you the tour, but you need to eat first."

I frown at his response, negative thoughts racing my mind as I stare at him. "Who picked out the clothes?"

He seems to catch onto my words and gives me a look, "It wasn't who you're thinking. I hired a professional shopper, there's everything you would need in there."

A breath of relief leaves me at his words and I offer him a small smile, nodding. He slides out of the bed and my eyes immediately rake down his body, which he obviously notices and smirks, making me look away. The image from last night when I had my hands wrapped around him and he continued to moan my name comes to my head and I feel the familiar heat pooling between my legs.

Before my thoughts can go further, I get up from the bed, taking the sheets with me as James goes into the closet and I follow behind him. The huge closet is filled with clothes and one wall is fit with different footwear. He pulls out a pair of sweats for himself, then moves to throw shorts and a t-shirt my way.

"You had a professional shopper buy me cotton shorts?" I ask, not being able to keep in my amusement as I wrap the sheet around me tighter. He grins, shrugging in response as he continues to stare at me. "Turn around."

"Lillian." He gives me a look and I stare right back at him, making him cross his arms in front of his chest as he gives me a challenging look. "At least tell me the reason you get so flustered, just to make me understand."

I bite on my inner cheek as I stare at his naked chest, wondering if I can actually convey in words how I really feel. Open and honest communication, I remind myself.

"I'm not very confident about my body." I mumble out and his brows furrow in confusion until he realises my words and steps closer to me cautiously.

His arms come around me, moving to my lower back as he looks down into my eyes, "I'm aware how my words won't magically create an impact but you've got nothing to be ashamed of, especially not around me. I've told you before and I can remind you every day, you're damn beautiful."

He leans down and presses a kiss on my shoulder before moving away and leaving the closet after giving me a small smile. My body warms from his comment as I change into the clothes he offered before moving out to brush my teeth. The fact that he's willing to give me space until I grow comfortable instead of forcing the change of habits is just another tiny reason that adds to my love for him.

When I enter the bathroom, James is already brushing his teeth and I falter a little, deciding to join later but then calm my nerves with a little self talk as I pick up the new toothbrush and move to the unoccupied sink. His eyes meet mine briefly for a moment but a sigh leaves me when he doesn't try to tease me.

Afterwards when he's drying his face with the towel, he turns to me, "Do you want to have leftovers for breakfast or eggs?"

I stop brushing for a second as our eyes meet in the huge mirror, "Weftovers."

He laughs but nods before moving out of the bathroom. After I'm done with the morning routine, I make my way out to the kitchen, my eyes lingering to every spot in the apartment to make sure that I don't miss anything that's added.

When I enter, he's putting a bowl of spaghetti that Mrs. George made for dinner in the microwave and I notice how he has put on a light t-shirt, making me miss the view of his toned muscles. I take a seat on the bar stool by the island and he must catch the movement because he turns around.

"Hi." I smile, putting my elbows on the island and setting my chin in my palm.

He arches an eyebrow at me, studying my face before coming around to take a seat by my side as he pulls my knees between his legs, making us face each other.

"You look happy." He comments and I shrug, reaching my hand out to brush away his hair which makes him close his eyes momentarily.

"That's because I am."

He grins before leaning forward and placing his lips above mine, my fingers raking his hair as I pull him closer and he stands and pulls apart my knees to stand between them, his teeth grazing my lower lip as the familiar taste of his mouth sends warmth to my stomach.

My heartbeat picks up when his hands land on my hips and he pulls me closer to the edge, rubbing himself against me, making a moan leave me just as his tongue meets mine. My legs wrap around him which only makes him rub harder against me until he parts our lips and looks down at me.

His fingers meet the swollen skin of my breasts visible through the thin t-shirt which immediately makes me arches my back as he pulls onto it and my grip around his waist tightening. My entire body seems to be on fire with his one touch, my skin coming alive under his gaze.

"James." I breathe and he continues to move his finger in circles, making the heat in my body rise.

"I thought you were sore." He pinches on my skin, a gasp leaving me in response.

"I told you I'm better, body's going to take time to adjust so give it something to adjust to." I realise how needy I sound as I say that but his eyes only grow darker with my words.

"Don't move, I'll be right back, okay?" He whispers and I shake my head, not wanting him to leave me alone even for a second in this state. "Lil, I don't have a condom with me."

That makes me pout at him as he steps away and I notice the very obvious bulge in his sweatpants, making my stomach twist in knots with excitement. As he starts to move away, I call out after him.

"You know I'm on the pill, right?"

"Don't tempt me." He calls back.

A smile reaching my lips and the microwave timer goes off so I immediately move to switch it off. A few seconds later I feel his presence behind me as he keeps his palm on my stomach as he playfully bites on my earlobe, making me shriek from surprise.

"I thought I told you not to move." He says, his breath fanning over my skin as I turn around to wrap my arms around him.

I lean towards him to kiss him, my lips welcoming the familiar warmth as one of my hands slide down between us, our lips moving hungrily against each others as my hand meets his hard self. My other hand slides down to the line of his sweatpants as I pull them down as he moves to remove my t-shirt, parting away for a second as he steps out of both his clothes and throws my t-shirt away.

He picks me up from my hips and moves us towards the island, setting me down as his lips move down to my neck and my hand wraps around him, moving up and down, a moan leaving him.

"Time for this to go." He mumbles against my breast as he removes my shorts. Without any indication or warning, he slides his finger inside me, almost making my hips buck up from the surface as he grins against my skin. "Yes, there's my favourite sound."

My grip on him tightens which makes him close his eyes as his head falls back a little before kissing both my breasts teasingly enough to leave me wanting more as his finger continues to move inside me, making the undying desire increase.

"Alright, fuck, you need to stop." He says, taking a step back from my touch as his dark eyes meet mine, making me smile a little which makes him shake his head at me. "How am I ever going to get enough of you?"

"Well, I'm not planning to divorce you anytime soon." I tease which only makes him withdraw his finger, making me scowl in response. "James!"

"Yes, no divorce talk. That's another rule." He says before inserting two fingers inside me, filling me up as my eyes close from the impact. He steps closer and leans down to kiss me as his free hand reaches behind me to pick the foil wrap he kept on the surface.

He pulls back slightly as his fingers withdraw back, leaving me panting and wanting more as he puts on the condom and pulls me to the edge of the island, his member rubbing against me. He continues to tease me a little until it gets too much for both of us and I feel him inside me completely, my head meeting his shoulder from the impact as I bite on his skin to keep in my moan.

It still stings a little but my thoughts are running crazy as he starts to move, his pace picking up quickly, much more than last night as he wraps his hand around the back of my neck and pulls my mouth to his, our tongues meeting each other just as a strong wave of heat hits me.

"Holy shit." I curse when he spreads my legs further and I feel him so deep that I almost lose my hold on him from the impact.

"Do you have any idea how fucking hot you look right now?" His eyes roam down my body as his other hand moves to my breast to encircle the already erect skin.

If I had any idea that sex with James Peter Clark is this good, I would've jumped his bones the day we got engaged because as I feel myself pushing towards the edge, I can barely keep my hands away from his skin as my lips continue their work on his shoulder where I intend to leave marks, not giving a care in the world about the talk we had.

"God, fuck James." I moan, my body almost giving out under him at his pace and I know we both are too close to finish.

My hands move in his hair as I pull on the roots and his hand travel from my breast to between us, down where all my nerves are heightened as his thumb starts rubbing against it.

"What!" My eyes widen in surprise from the intensity of sensation that rocks through me as he continues to move his thumb while continuing the thrust of his hips.

A very loud moan leaves me as I wither under him from the overwhelming sensation as the knots in my stomach tighten from the impact of his touch.

"Shh, I'm too close and I need you to come with me." He mumbles against my neck as his hips pick up the pace and I cry out a moan against him as I meet my end and he follows through.

He rides out his orgasm with his continuous movements as I continue to pant under him. Swear lingers both our bodies as we take in each other and he pulls out. I rest my forehead against his shoulder as he pushes my hair back, placing a kiss on my forehead.

After a minute of silence, he removes the condom and moves to throw it in the bin before looking back at me. "Hungry?"

I laugh a little, nodding as he comes to help me hop off the island. "We're not eating here. At least not till I'm done cleaning this island."

He rolls his eyes as he pulls his sweatpants and look at me, "You're ridiculous sometimes, you know that, right?"

"We just had sex here, c'mon." I whine as he comes to stand in front of me.

"Raise your arms." He instructs and I do as he says as he pulls the t-shirt over my head and I move to pull my shorts.

I look at him with the question that's been running in my head since last night. "Why are we using protection when I'm on the pill?"

He seems a little surprised with my question and I chew on my inner lip, wondering if I asked something wrong. "You had sex for the first time, Lil. I just wanted to be cautious, that's all."

"What about right now?"

He sighs, "I know I'm clean but I'd still get tested because the regular check-up is due anyway, you don't have to because you haven't been sexually active before."

"I'd like to get tested too, if we're being that cautious. I haven't engaged in anything that can lead to it but just to be sure?" I offer and he nods, giving me a small smile. However, there's another question that looms over because we never really discussed it before. "How did you know it was my first time?"

"Because you've never dated anyone, and I asked you before when you chose not to answer it, so I kind of assumed because if you had, you would've told me." He shrugs as if it's that obvious and I frown at him.

"What if it hadn't been my first time?" I ask, my thoughts running as I try to keep up with them and secretly hoping not to piss him off.

He turns to me completely, stepping closer as his hands go around my waist, "It wouldn't have made a difference, Lillian. I know how much of an asshole I can be when it comes to you and other men but it still would've been your past. It doesn't matter as long as you're with me in the present."

An involuntary smile takes over my face as I stare at him, nodding. I know he means it because he didn't even think for a second or frown when I questioned him. James is good at hiding his emotions but there are little things that give him away that I'm starting to notice.

"Just for the record, it doesn't matter to me either, you know? As long as your crazy exes don't interfere in our lives and I don't have to meet them." I tell him honestly because it does bother me when Amy acts all crazy over him.

"Understood, although I don't have any exes. Anything else?" He asks and I shake my head. "Good. Now go sit at the dining table, I'll get you food."

"How kind of you, Mr. Clark." I grin as I pull away and he smirks.

"Only for you, Mrs. Clark." He says as he moves to spank me, making me glare at him which only widens his smirk. "Need to feed you before we move to christen the rest of the place."