[James hands follow her momentum without hesitation and slide further up under her skirt to the junction where her thighs meet her hips, his thumbs smoothing over the line of lace against her skin. His hands are big enough to curl around to her rear and his fingers splay out to squeeze her there in an attempt to pull her closer against him.
It was easy to follow someone else's lead - maybe it was a werewolf thing?]
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It was easy to follow someone else's lead - maybe it was a werewolf thing?]