James took a shuddering breath and controlled his urge to thrust his pelvis against the woman on his lap. He had coaxed Bree into kissing him as a last-ditch effort to heal her before she ran. He sucked in his breath when she nibbled at his throat. He hadn’t expected to feel such a strong pull of need for the tiny blonde woman, or to be so excited by the feel of her mouth on his. She was obviously inexperienced, but the way she so sweetly responded to his touch had his cock rock hard.
He stripped the shirt from her upper body. She blushed and tried to cover herself, but he tugged her hands down gently and kissed her collarbone, sliding his tongue across her flesh.
She moaned and arched her back, pushing her pelvis against him as he kissed between her tiny breasts. When his mouth closed over her nipple and pulled lightly, she cried out and her nails dug into his broad shoulders.
“James, please.” She moaned.
He released her nipple and quickly pulled his own shirt off. He pressed her upper body against his and sucked her earlobe into his mouth. She made a soft cry of pleasure, and turned her face towards him.
“Kiss me, please.” Bree pleaded quietly. He kissed her immediately, his tongue thrusting deep into her mouth as he cupped one breast and squeezed and kneaded it gently.
Bree squirmed on his lap. There was a strange heaviness between her legs, a throbbing that wasn’t exactly painful but she couldn’t stop herself from rubbing against James, trying to find relief from it.
James was kissing her slowly and thoroughly, and each stroke of his tongue was sending delicious shivers up and down her spine. She could kiss him forever, she thought dimly. She had never felt so good in her life. Her entire body was tingling and buzzing, and for the first time in months she felt no pain.
He rolled her nipple between his thumb and finger before pulling firmly on it. It sent a throb of pleasure straight to the area between her thighs, and she made another soft moan of need. She ran her hands over his broad chest, threading her fingers through the coarse hair that covered it, and he made his own quiet noise of need.
“Your skin is so soft Bree.” He whispered against her mouth. “So warm and so soft.”
“James, I need -“
She stared at him anxiously and he stroked her hair back from her face. “What do you need?”
“I don’t know. It aches so much. I can’t stand it.” She moaned.
He frowned. “Where does it ache?”
She blushed furiously. “It aches between – between…”
A look of understanding dawned on his face. “Between your legs?”
She nodded. Her face was so red she could feel herself starting to sweat.
He kissed her lightly. “I can help you with that ache Bree. Come to my room and I’ll make the aching stop.”
“Do you – do you promise?” She whispered.
“Yes.” He kissed her again. “I promise.”
She stared into his dark eyes and nodded her agreement. He shifted and then froze before sitting back abruptly. He pulled her forward until her breasts were mashed against his chest, as Nicholas strolled into the room.
“Gods be damned, it’s cold in here. Why haven’t you built up the fire you lazy red bastard? I can see my – “
He paused and stared in surprise at Bree and James. “Woops! Sorry to interrupt baby brother. I’ll uh, just go now.”
Before he could leave, Leta came bounding into the room and Bree felt, more than heard, James’ low groan. “Nicky! Mama says that I – “
She skidded to a stop and stared in astonishment at James and Bree. “What’s going on? Why isn’t Bree wearing a shirt?”
Bree stared wide-eyed at James. She wanted to die of humiliation. Just when she thought it couldn’t get any worse Avery, followed by Tristan, entered the common room.
“Mama! Bree’s sitting on James’ lap and she’s not wearing a shirt! Why isn’t she wearing a shirt?” Leta squealed loudly.
Avery didn’t hesitate. “Leta, you know that the healing works best with bare skin. Remember the time you fell and skinned your arm? James let you rest it right against his bare chest didn’t he?”
“Yes.” Leta said doubtfully.
“Well, Bree is hurt as well. Only her injuries are on the inside and much more painful than a skinned arm. In order for your brother to help her heal better, she had to take off her shirt.” As she spoke, Avery crossed the room. She took the blanket from the back of the couch and wrapped it around Bree before tucking it behind James’ back.
James grunted his thanks and Avery smiled at the two of them. “I’m so glad you decided to let James help you heal my sweet Bree. We were worried about you.”