He was wearing a light t-shirt and thin pajama pants, and the clothing only served to showcase the hard chest, flat stomach, and lean thighs of a man in his prime.
She hiked her skirt up to mid-thigh and climbed onto the bed, straddling just above his hips, so she was not quite sitting on his stomach. Bracing a hand on either side of his head, she leaned in again and kissed him determinedly. This time though, she teased, nipping, licking at the closed seam of his mouth, coaxing him to respond.
She moved her lips to his neck, still licking and nibbling, a bit harder now; bringing her teeth into play and running them lightly along the cords in his neck before moving to suckle at his pulse point. She could feel the heat, the blood rushing under his skin, the tingle of his magic and hers beginning to respond. His breath became slightly harsher.
But he remained stubbornly asleep.
“Dammit, Potter.” She huffed. “You’re really going to make me do all the work here?”
Well, if she was going to really do this, might as well go all in.
She was going to indulge.
She started back at his mouth, pleased to feel a faint response of his lips against hers. She continued kissing him but brought her hands into play, skimming lightly over his chest and down his sides, before slipping underneath his shirt, pushing the material up and raking her nails back down over his ribs. He shivered in response, a ripple of muscle under her palms, making her smirk. Moving down his body, she licked a slow stripe up his stomach, up, up, up to his collarbone, before flicking her tongue over one hard flat male nipple.
He tasted like he smelled, pine forests and fresh air and caramel coffee, which should’ve been strange, considering how long he had been repose in bed. The taste was addicting, and she became voracious, moving back and forth, until there wasn’t an inch of his chest that she hadn’t mapped out with her tongue.
Caught up in the pleasure now, she moved back to his mouth one more time, sealing her mouth over his. She let out a muffled sound of surprise as one large masculine hand came up to the back of her head, threading his fingers through her silken strands as he took control of the kiss. His other hand stroked down her back and ghosted over her ass before settling on her hip, applying subtle pressure for her to yield those last scant inches and grind down on him – something she had resisted doing this entire time. She moaned into his mouth, wanting more than anything to give in, except for the nagging feeling that there was something she was supposed to be doing…
She hadn’t been lying to Lily all those years ago – James Potter was a really good kisser. Playful. He kissed like he flew—no limits, utter joy and focus and a bit of teasing mischief and recklessness. She gasped into his mouth as his hand moved from her neck, skimming down her side and firmly palming her breast through the thin silk of her dress, stroking his thumb once, twice, over her nipple before pressing down.
Cool air ghosted over her skin, and a hard shiver ran through her as he lightly trailed his nails over her suddenly exposed ass checks. She opened her eyes to meet his stormy blue gaze, dark with passion and awareness as he followed the thin lace and silk band, lightly toying with the material.