“Yes, James.”
“All right then.” I hid my smile of relief. He’d called me by my given name. Once more I undid my trousers, this time getting so far as to remove all my clothes.
“You’re…you’re beautiful!” he breathed.
“I? I’ve red hair.” I’d often been told my looks were well enough but for the colour of my hair.
“You do, don’t you?” He glanced down the length of my body. “All over. I love it.”
I could feel my face heat. “You’ll be patient, I trust. Like my eyes, I’m a trifle green at this.” I laughed, not surprised in the least at how strained it sounded, and I slid onto the bed and lay beside him. His skin was smooth and warm, and I found myself distracted—although fascinated—by it. “Tell me what you like.”
“You’ve…you’ve never had sex before? What am I saying? You were married to that girl. Of course you’ve had sex before! I’m sorry…I’m babbling.”
“Jeremy.”
He drew in a breath. “Very well, where’s the Vaseline?”