“Come.”
Bending down to gather her gown and under dressings, James led her up the stairs and down the hallway to her room. When they reached it, he closed the door behind him.
“How did you know where my room was?”
He motioned toward the window.
“I’ve seen you here.”
Grace’s mouth fell open slightly as she glanced out the window before turning back to him.
“You’ve spied on me.”
“I wouldn’t say that.”
“What would you say?” she asked as he came forward, peeling off his jacket.
“I’d say you’ve haunted me, day and night for weeks. That I’ve had no peace from you.” He leaned down, brushing her leftear with his lips, causing her to tremble. “Even when in my own home, I can’t escape you.”
Grace sighed as he kissed her ear, then her neck, down to the hollow of her throat, and back up again to her other ear. She shivered in his arms. Pulling gently at the sleeve of her chemise so that her shoulder showed, James was mad with yearning. She pulled her one arm up and out of the confines of her garment, and then the next, just like in his fantasy.
Unbuttoning his vest as quickly as possible, tearing off his shirtsleeves, then his pants, James was nude by the time she tugged her chemise down, exposing a pair of perfect petite breasts, far more satisfying than anything he could have ever imagined.
Pushing the fabric down around her waist, Grace stood in front of him completely nude and not nearly as self-conscious as he would have expected. She appeared pleased, happy, and sensual and her confidence was almost as equally beautiful as the curve of her hips and the slight swell of her stomach. She was a brunette Botticelli, a vision beyond comprehension or comparison and he knew he was lost to her. Whatever she would want from him, for the rest of his days, he would procure it for her.
“You’re perfect,” he said softly, almost more to himself than to her.
A faint blush swept over her body and he was at her mercy. The pull of a grin teased the corner of her mouth as her eyes swept over him.
“You’re everything,” she whispered back and in the next moment, she was in his arms.
Skin against skin, all the worries James had ever known or would know vanished as he kissed her. This was his life’s purpose, making love to this woman. His hand held her breast up, and he suckled at her, causing a jolt to shoot through heras her arms came up and held him close to her, while his other hand moved around her backside. Gripping her, he picked her up and swung her around the room as she gasped. Placing her gently back on her feet in front of the bed, he pulled back and, with his eyes on hers, he bent his head to kiss her as his fingers cascaded down to find the hot center between her legs. She gasped when he pressed a finger into her, leaning slightly back onto the bed to give him better access and he growled, grateful for such an appeasing lover.
His mouth moving down her neck, across her breasts, down her abdomen. Her hands tried to stay him as he knelt, kissing lower.
“James, no—”
He reached for her wrists and held them at each side of her hips.
“This is your experiment, Grace,” he breathed into her stomach, kissing it. “Stay still and experience it.”
Without waiting for a response, James’s mouth dropped to where his fingers were, moving inside her as he found the heady scent of her. He licked her, deep and slow, which caused her feet to slip beneath her.
“James!” she breathed, her fingers going to his hair.
Yes. Her response only fed into his own desires. Using his fingers and tongue in a rhythm, he felt her fingers curl tighter, almost painfully at his short hair.
“James, wait.”
“Lean into it,” he said, aware of what was happening as her thighs began to shake.
Determined and impassioned with lust, James continued, lapping and kissing her center as his fingers moved in and out, drawing out an orgasm that went on for nearly a full minute. Once the tremors subsided, he stood, standing over alimp Grace. Her arm lifted, as if to reach for him and that was summoning enough.
Coming over her, he kissed her breasts once more, up her neck and her ear as he lined his shaft up to enter her.
“Grace,” he whispered in her ear. “Do you know what I’m going to do?” She bobbed her head, eagerly. “Are you sure you want this?”
“Oh, yes, James.Yes.”
