A Most Unladylike Proposition - Chapter 19
She is going to unman me and she has not even touched me yet, James thought as he sucked her pebbled nipple into his mouth. Diana’s lithe body was taut in his hands. The sounds she made were wanton for one so innocent, and every time she begged him for more, he felt him give more of himself away to her. Her kindness and beauty may have drawn him in, but her responsiveness had hooked him, and the fact that she’d trusted him to show her what her body was capable of damned him. Lady Diana Hughes might not have known it, but she was a wildling at heart. And James was going to be the only man to ever stoke those fires within her.
He could hear her breathing, fast but so heavy. He could feel the tremors coursing through her, and wanting to help her find release, he slipped his hand beneath her dress and stroked his fingers up her inner thigh. When Diana froze, he took her lips in a deep kiss. He broke away, asking, ‘Do you trust me?’
She nodded once, and it was sure. ‘Yes.’
James slid his hand through the slit in her drawers and gently cupped her. He expelled a shaky rush of air when he felt how hot, how wet, she was.
‘It’s not usually like that…’ Her voice was barely a whisper, but her confusion and embarrassment were clear.
‘I know, little dove. Your body knows what it needs to make it easier for me to fit inside of you.’ He ran his middle and index finger through the soft hair between her legs, gently furrowing deeper until he slid through slick flesh.
Diana gripped his shirt and hid her face against his chest as he found the knot of nerves at the apex of her thighs and gently circled it. She unconsciously opened her legs wider, murmured, ‘James…’
‘I know,’ he said gently and kissed the side of her head. ‘Close your eyes, Diana. Relax. Feel me.