James followed her, his big body covering hers, and she relished the masculine weight of him pressing her down. He bracketed her head with his forearms, relieving her of some of his weight, and kissed her with an intensity that made her gasp.
“I want to see you, too,” he growled. “It’s only fair.”
With a smile, Kitty lifted her hips, helping as he pulled her chemise up and over her head, and then she was naked beneath him. The moonlight slanted across her stomach and breasts, silvering her skin and revealing the reverent look on his face as he sat back on his heels, straddling her thighs.
A muscle ticked in his jaw as he swallowed, and Kitty watched in fascination as he reached out and placed his finger at the hollow at the base of her throat. He trailed it down over her breast in ever-decreasing circles until he grazed her nipple.
Kitty felt deliciously wanton, bared to his hungry gaze. There was something incredibly arousing about being naked beneath him while he was still in his breeches. The soft fabric of them tickled her thighs. She arched her back, urging him on, and closed her eyes in delight as he put his whole palm on her, cupping and shaping her breast. She fit perfectly in his hands.
“You’re so beautiful,” he breathed. “Let me make you feel good.”
“Yes.” She trusted him completely. She’d been his for years and years.
The mattress dipped, and she reopened her eyes to watch as he stood and unbuttoned the front of his breeches. He pushed them down his thighs and stepped out of them, and she bit her lip as she finally saw him naked.
“Oh!”
He sent her a cocky smile. “Better than those naughty woodcuts?”
She nodded. “Much better.”
“It’s all for you.” He placed one knee on the bed and crawled back over her. “And don’t worry. It’ll fit, I promise. We just need to get you ready.”
Kitty was desperate to touch him, to explore every intriguing curve and ridge, but he moved to her side, lying next to her on the bed. She turned toward him, swallowing her hum of delight as their bodies touched down the full length. His skin was hot, and she shivered as the hard length of his cock pressed against her thigh, impressively thick.
“I’m ready!” she breathed.
He chuckled against her throat and pressed a hot kiss into her shoulder. “Not yet, you’re not. But you will be.”
His hand slid down her side, over her ribs and the dip of her waist, and she squirmed against him, desperate for contact. When he slid his palm over her belly she groaned and widened her legs in invitation, desperate to have him touch her where he’d been before, and when his fingers finally slid there, she groaned in relief.
“When you touched yourself, were you thinking of me?” His voice was dark smoke as he teased her with his thumb, dipping into her the merest fraction before retreating. She threw her head back and screwed her eyes closed, trying to goad him into giving her more.
“Yes!”
“Good. Because I thought of you. Every time I pleasured myself. Every. Fucking. Time. God, I dreamed of this. Of touching you, tasting you. Pleasing you, Kitty. It’s all I ever want to do.”
She could hear the truth, the yearning ache in his tone, and her heart leapt in sudden fierce gladness.
“Then do it,” she whispered. She wanted it too.
He slid his middle finger into her, so easily she gasped. And then he started to move his hand, sliding in and out of her with agonizing slowness, and the tension built like a rising tide. When he added a second finger, she grasped his hair and he hit the spot that created a delicious urgency inside her. But just when she was almost there, he pulled his hand away and laughed at her plaintive growl.
“Not without me,” he chided softly. He moved between her legs, reaching down to notch himself at her slick entrance. Kitty held her breath as he rocked his hips, the heat of him nudging against her, and felt her body stretch to welcome him.
“Put your hands on my shoulders,” he instructed, and she complied, arching up to kiss him as he tilted his hips and pressed into her a little more.
He was bigger than his fingers, but even as she registered the strange new sensation, she felt her body soften and give. He slid in further, and when she instinctively lifted her knee to his hip, changing the angle, he grasped her thigh and gave a gratifying groan of approval. With one more push, he sheathed himself fully.
They both stilled.
“All right?” he murmured, sounding a little strained.
“Yes.” She was equally breathless.
He pressed the softest kiss to her lips. “I’ve wanted to be here—right here—for as long as I can remember.”
Kitty smiled up at him. “Then show me what I’ve been missing.”
