Oh yes, she had definitely reduced his ability to form coherent words with that kiss. James returned it passionately, enjoying the pleasant frustration of having his hands moved away from touching her, which was really all he wanted to do right now. But he didn't mind the pause, because when his hands were free again, they were pressing into her skin even more eagerly with that slight pent-up desire. He touched her hips, then her legs through her shorts, then the bare skin of her thighs.
As always, his heart performed the same speeding up with desire and swelling with love that it always did with Lily, a sensation that he didn't think would ever go away. It only increased when he got her shorts off and saw her in all her mismatched lingerie glory, perfect in her Lilyishness. His hands moved to cup her breasts through her bra, mouth finding all the pulse-points of hers he could reach, his body pressed against hers.