James tugged at his clothes. His collar flung over one shoulder, his tie over the other. He ripped his shirt open, shrugged it off. Prim dropped her hands as he bared his chest.
Every dip and turn of his muscles appeared as if they’d been notched out of granite. They might have been hard as stone but for the muscles jumping in his chest as he loosened the front of his trousers. A light sprinkling of dark hair fanned out, thickening and narrowing as it went downward. His stomach stamped out in eight bulging blocks, his hips carved with arching muscle.
James paused, his trousers hanging low on his hips, where the muscle appeared to have been carved out. It arched down the sides of his abdomen before disappearing behind the cloth. She didn’t even know muscle could do that. Bulge like that. Prim couldn’t help but gawk.
“Such surprise on your face, lass,” he teased huskily. “Surely you’ve seen a man’s chest before.”
Prim nodded, shook her head, then nodded again. Three brothers and a husband, yet she’d never seen a chest like that. The sight thrilled her, that coiled heat tightening again in her belly.
The trousers slipped lower and she held her breath. He slid them down farther, his engorged member set free as they dropped past his thick thighs to the ground. His big hand slid down his belly and back up the turgid length. Prim hardly recognized the animalistic groan that filled the room as coming from her.
“Ye like what ye see, lass?”
Closing her eyes in despair, hot humiliation washed over her. Must he talk? Now?
“Lass?”
She opened her eyes again when the bed dipped. James had one knee on the mattress, most every inch of him within reach. Unable to stop herself, she nodded.
“Do ye want it? Do ye want me?”
Nodding again, she saw her finger stroking over the rounded end of his erection before she even processed the urge to touch him. His eyes fluttered, a low rumble coming from deep within his chest as his member jerked beneath her fingertip.
“I want ye, lass. I want to come deep inside ye.”
“Then do it already and stop talking about it.”
She couldn’t believe she’d said that, neither could James judging by the shock on his face. Then they were both laughing. Chest still heaving with amusement, James rounded the bed and opened a drawer on his nightstand.
“Ah, bonny lass, will I never uncover all yer layers?”
Since she’d never known laughter had a place in the bedroom, nor had she imagined it could hold such delight, Prim wondered if she’d ever stop learning new things from him but refrained from saying so. Instead, she watched as he withdrew something from a silken bag. A moment later, he was slipping a rubber condom down his thick erection. The sight of him, his hand around that compelling hardness, swept away any lingering humor.
A faint shudder shocked her as she imagined helping him, stroking him as she rolled it down. Would he find it as erotic as she? Prim might be experiencing some bravado tonight but not so much yet.
She did help him finish unlacing her corset, lifting her body so he could pull it from under her. Lifting again as he pulled her camisole over her head.
Another lesson was learned when he stretched his big body out over her. The sensation of flesh against flesh, of steel against softness, of arms surrounding a naked body, was unlike anything else in the world. James rocked against her with a groan of appreciation. The tantalizing friction arousing her anew.
His hand slid between them, circling her weeping flesh. Dipping a finger within, he drew more liquid, sweeping another circle around them, up and over her still throbbing nub. A shaking cry escaped her. His mouth took hers tenderly but Prim could sense his triumph. Around he went again, amplifying the tremor of lust expanding deep inside her.
“If you’re thinking of playing the yea or nay game again,” she murmured gruffly, running her hands down his back, “I’ll just cut to the chase and sayaye.”
His shoulders shook silently. “Ah, what a bonny lass ye are.”
His lips returned to hers, forbidding any reply. With a long stroke of his palm down each of her thighs, he urged her to wrap her legs around him. Through the silk of her stockings, the steel of his thighs and hips against her plump thighs was an exhilarating caress. Prim slid the arch of her foot down his calf, glorying in the feel of him. His stiff flesh nudged against her core, seeking entrance.
“Aye?”
“Ay—”
A gasp stole her breath as James drove hard into her, but was drowned out by his profound groan. Filling her, stretching, he thrust to her core. Without giving her a chance to breathe, he retreated and slammed into her once more, lifting her legs higher around his hips. Over and over, he moved against her, each stroke gliding against her quivering flesh satisfying some unknown need within her, making her crave more.
Prim clung to his shoulders, then slid her hands down his back. He growled against her mouth, his tongue plunging deep as he drove into her again.
Impulsively, she squeezed the steely muscles of his buttocks as they flexed, lifting her hips against his downward stroke. His breath hitched, his fingers dug into her hips, and Prim knew the thrill of feminine power. Parting her lips farther, she kissed him back as he kissed her. Tasting him, exalting with every moan she roused from him. Sharing them with him as he brought her to unbelievable heights.
Hooking his arm behind her knee, James fell against her. His weight, which should have crushed her, only excited her more. He tore his lips away from hers, burying his face in the hollow of her neck. Panting harshly against her, he increased his pace. Her neck burned where his teeth raked the tender skin, his swift heartbeat pounding out a rhythm with hers.
