Grace leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the tip of his length, mesmerized by how silky he felt here. He let out a choked breath, and emboldened by this response, she brushed her tongue against the very spot she had just kissed, remembering how he had licked her. Her tongue swirled and she had barely closed her mouth around him when he spoke shakily.
“Grace.”
A multitude of feelings could be heard in his tone. Pleasure, shock, surrender. She was kneeling before him, but he was under the spell of her touch and a burst of love and craving coursed through her body as she continued to do just as she wanted, exploring and tasting this man that she cared for so much.
All of a sudden, James’s fingers tightened in her hair and he stepped back, holding her away from him as he panted, his chest heaving up and down erratically.
“Not yet,” he rasped, as his hand dropped from her hair and reached for her hand.
He helped her to her feet, but then instantly picked her up and, moving around the room, he brought her to his bed. The moment her shoulders touched the plaid beneath her, a series of zings went through her heart and Grace had never been more certain of anything in her life. This was where she was meant to be, here in this man’s bed, touching and kissing and discovering every part of him.
James’s hands came up to the neckline of her chemise and without hesitating, he tore the thin fabric in half, causing her to gasp. She had half a mind to scold him for doing so, but then his mouth was on the tip of her breast and she was lost to her own pleasure. Her hips moved up just as his hand found her and he began to move his finger in and out while she panted with want.
“Yes,” she breathed as he kissed down her stomach. Her back arched when his tongue replaced his fingers and she moaned. “Yes.”
He was not slow, but precise, and with his other hand high on her breast, teasing her nipple, Grace felt the pleasure she sought crash over her fast and heavy. Her body convulsed and she tried to pull away, but he held his place, until it subsided.
She wanted to fall asleep. Her body was boneless, but as he crawled up over her, he moved to her side.
“Not yet,” he whispered, moving her arm over his chest. “I need you, Grace.”
Dazed in a heady afterglow, Grace nodded and allowed him to pull her thigh up and over his body. When she felt the still rigid length of him enter her from beneath, her brow twitched. Her hands went to his chest as his went to her hips and slowly he moved her, teaching her how to ride him.
Now this was a position she had never considered, but as she began to move of her own volition, she began to chase the sensation that was once again building within her.
“God, Grace,” he ground out. “You’re perfect.”
She smiled lazily, but soon her eyes closed as she began to move quicker. It was close, so close and she wouldn’t let it go.
“Yes.”
Grace’s fingers dug into his solid chest and she moved in a bizarre way, not up and down, but not side to side either. It was a mix, a swirl of sorts as she felt him swell within her. Yes. It was coming again and she let it come over her again, crying out his name as it did.
James’s body tensed beneath her and his fingers dug painfully into her hips as he moved her off him swiftly. Grace rolled onto the bed, the aftershocks coursing through her like little electric spasms while James’s rigid back convulsed for several seconds until he finally slumped back. Reaching for her,he pulled her body close to his and they both fell asleep almost instantly, both seemingly aware that this was the only place in the world either of them wanted to be.
Some hours later, before the sunrise, Grace woke up with a jump. Pressed up against his naked body, Grace felt a finger circling around her shoulder.
“Shhh,” James whispered, the dying fire giving the room a haunting glow. “You’re all right. But you need to wake up.”
She shivered and pressed herself against him, annoyed that her slumber was disturbed.
“I do not.”
“You do. It’s nearly three in the morning. You must return to your aunt’s house, lest you be discovered missing.”
Grace grumbled and buried her face in his chest.
“I don’t care.”
He kissed her shoulder and Grace felt her body melt. She smirked and, rolling over with her eyes still closed, she accepted a series of kisses down her cheek and neck. James paused after a moment.
“I’m sorry for getting angry with you the other day. I didn’t mean to make you cry. Albeit, I’ll admit I was rather taken aback by it.”
Grace opened her eyes and gazed up at him, frowning slightly.
“Because you don’t like when women cry?”
He shook his head.
