A Season for Love (Completed)

Chapter 19. 1814

Olivia felt her eyes well up with tears, and she smiled. She knew James was an honorable gentleman, and was wanting her to be just as comfortable and relaxed as he was. She was a little apprehensive about sleeping with him that night, without any clothing and without making love. But she was glad he was giving her the choice to say yes or no. She brushed her fingertips across his cheek. "I would like nothing more than to experience that with you. I believe that would make things easier for both of us tomorrow."

James smiled, kissing her softly. "I'm glad you're willing to do this with me. I promise you, nothing is going to happen between us tonight. I'm simply wanting to hold you."

Olivia. "And I simply want to hold you."

Kissing sweetly once more, they rose from their positions on the chaise and made their way upstairs to their soon to be shared chamber. Closing the door behind them, they moved towards the bed, sitting down while still holding each other. They remained silent for several minutes, basking in the warmth of one another's arms and embrace. Their lips touched several times, slow and sweet kisses being exchanged.

James slowly moved his hands to the back of her gown, his lips moving down to her neck as he started unfastening the corset strings. He kissed her neck, his hands moving carefully to remove the light blue silk away from her body. His lips moved from her neck to her shoulder as his hands skillfully and tenderly removed her shift.

Olivia gasped softly, pleasure overwhelming her as she felt her clothing slide away from her skin. Opening her eyes, she came face-to-face with a pair of blazing dark green gemstones. Her cheeks became pink as she watched her fiancé's eyes flow down her body, drinking in every curve. She watched her down and shift glide away from her body, leaving her only in her stockings and light blue slippers. She watched as he went down on his knees, lovingly removing her slippers one at a time, and then untying the garter straps keeping her stockings in place.

James felt his body become hot with desire, his eyes ranking over his fiancé's body like a wild animal. She was absolutely perfect, in every respect. A pair of supple and delicious breasts just begging to be tasted. A pair of hips wide enough to have children, and yet so beautiful all at once. His gentle fingers removed one stocking at a time as his eyes move the lower, sparkling at her belly button. And then they moved lower, towards the patch of dark blonde curls sprinkled over her most intimate place.

Olivia watched as James squeezed his eyes tightly closed, his breathing becoming ragged. She realized that he was looking at her, wanting her, with pure desire. With love. Nothing like how George had looked at her nearly 2 years ago. She shook her head, not wanting to think about George for another moment. That bastard was history, married and with a family of his own. She was going to be happy with James, and nothing was going to come between them. She moved her hands down to his cheeks, raising his face so she could look at him. "Are you all right?"

James opened his eyes, their depth now dark with desire and longing. "I'm all right my love. I am perfectly fine... you, on the other hand, are absolutely an angel."

Olivia smiled sweetly. "Thank you darling."

James brought her lips to his, his own fingers beginning to work the buttons on his waist coat and shirt. Suddenly, he felt her fingers replacing his, and he allowed her to remove his clothing just as he had done. He watched her with fascination as each button became loose underneath her fingertips, watched her eyes widen at the expense of his muscular chest. His fingers moved gently through her curls, stroking them lovingly and adoringly. He was going to have a very difficult time not making love to her that night.

Olivia couldn't help but gape at her fiancé. He was beautiful, absolutely perfect. Each muscle was defined exactly, not one trace a fat visible. She moved her fingertips across the delicious plains of his chest, caressing each muscle tenderly. Then her fingers and attention traveled down to his trousers, and her hands started shaking ever so slightly as she fumbled with his belt. Her eyes met his, and for a split second, became overwhelmed with fear.

James gently brought her hands away, removing his trousers boots and briefs on his own. He gasped quietly as his length was finally released from confinement. He was throbbing, painfully so. He was wanting his fiancé, wanting her more badly than he had ever wanted Melinda. The thought of having made love to that woman before Olivia made him physically sick. Shaking his head, he glanced at his fiancé, and felt his heart squeeze.