Her question? What question? How did she expect him to think like this? To follow her words when she was so damn close to him.
He'd never been this close to her, James observed as he admired the beauty of her. Her eyes. He really liked her eyes, the color of it was alluring, pulling closer the way an ocean called to a sailor. Like a siren.
He liked her nose. He even liked her nose and on impulse James reached over and kissed her on the tip of it. Kissed her on the tip of it as he lifted up a hand to trail down her arm. He liked that too. Toned yet so soft. Like peaches and cream, like her lovely complexion. Her face. He liked her mouth.
Oh, Merlin! A man would have to be blind not to like her mouth and even then ... James tilted his head slightly and kissed her.