“James,” I whispered breathlessly, moving my hands until they covered his behind my head. “You don’t have to…really, I’m fine—”
“More than fine,” James murmured, his mouth barely leaving mine. “Perfect. Damn perfect.”
“That’s not what I—”
But his fingers only curled tighter in my hair, clutching firmly as he tilted my face to the side and his lips started making a hot trail away from my mouth, over my jaw, and down to my neck.
And since we’re all already aware of my feelings on the topic of James and his neck nibbling, I’m sure it won’t come as much of a shock to hear that I promptly quit protesting.
I mean, it wasn’t like we couldn’t have the discussion later. Rain check.
So I let him have his way for a bit, trying to hold back the pathetic mewing noises that were desperately yearning to push past my mouth. Always the quick thinker, I decided that the only way to guarantee that they’d stay under wraps was to drag James’s mouth back to mine, so I did just that and buried the sounds against James’s lips. I don’t think he minded the sudden shift of snog locations. He’s very adaptable that way.
Everything was going swimmingly until I started to feel a bit like I might faint. I think James was starting to feel it, as well, because his mouth started moving more slowly against mine and then he suddenly broke away.
“Hell,” he groaned, the word coming out as a hot burst of breath against my cheek. He started kissing me again, but it wasn’t too much longer before he pulled away once more with another muted swear.
“All right?” I asked, littering kisses along the underside of his jaw.
He nodded jerkily, but I could feel him tense beneath my mouth. His lips caught mine again briefly.
“Let’s get out of here,” he said finally, his voice low and hoarse. “Somewhere. Anywhere. The Tower. The Room of Requirement. Christ, anywhere but here.”