Trishanna knew that she needed to say something, but what, she wasn't sure. She wasn't even sure why she stopped him, but the look of hopelessness tugged at her heart. This man is the father of her child, and even though it happened in the way it did, that was one fact that would never change. Besides, James has made so many changes for her, that she knew it was best to tell him the truth. When he placed his finger beneath her chin and lifted up her face to meet his, she knew she could not lie to him. "Honestly James, I'm not too sure myself what happened today. Why I said what I said," she whispered. At his conflicted look, she cleared her throat. "I mean, I get why I felt that way when that woman looked at Bradley like that, he's my mate after all," James winced, and Trisahnna tightened her grip on the hand she still held. "But what I'm not sure about is why I felt almost the same way when she looked at you too."
James' heart began to pound, his mind racing with the possibilities. Taking a deep breath, he asked, "Could it be because you're carrying my pup?" Trishanna shrugged, "I'm not sure, maybe, maybe not." She huffed out a breath, frustrated that she couldn't seem to make sense of her feelings. James on the other hand, had his heart rate speeding up like never before. The idea swirling in his head begged to be shared and he tried to find all the reasons why that was a bad idea, but the tiny look in Trishanna's eyes made it slip out. "Can I kiss you?" James breathed out, afraid and hopeful of her answer. If she slapped him, it would let him know once and for all that there was no chance between them for something more, Yet if, just if, for one moment, she said yes, then maybe it would help them both gain some clarity.
Trishanna bit her lips at the breathy plea, wondering why she wasn't revolted by his suggestion. She knew she should tell him no, she should get up and go back to her room to wait for her mate. She should be planning to tell Bradley the minute he returns so they can leave and head back to Goldmoon, yet all she did was lick her lips, noticing how James' nose flared at her action. She sat still and James leaned forward, ever so slightly watching her. He was waiting for her to lean back, but when she stayed still, he continued, knowing it was too late to stop. He needed to know and just before his lips met hers, he saw Trishanna close her eyes. Reigning in his desire, he kissed her lightly, slowly, savoring the feel of her lips and the taste of the milk she drank.
Trishanna sighed as the touch of James' lips didn't feel repulsive. In fact, it felt wonderful. The slight roughness from his training in the sun, the coolness from the beer he drank. She was glad that the kiss was slow and tender, making her heart skip a beat. Her hand moved up to clutch the front of his shirt, and his moved to rest on her waist. James tilted his head, pressing a bit more, but keeping his tongue to himself. The last thing he wanted was to scare her off. However, his noble intentions were thwarted when Trishanna groaned and James felt the tip of her tongue enter his mouth. His hand began to shake as he tried to stay in control. He knew that pregnant females were hormonal, aka horny, and he was not going to take advantage of that, no matter how much his body disagreed with his displaced chivalry.
Trishanna had no idea that kissing James would feel so good. She thought for sure that she would have felt disgusted, but all she felt was that his body was too far from hers. She slid her hand up his chest to wrap around his neck and bury her fingers in his hair, causing him to fall back to the ground, her weight on top of him. She felt his erection and began rubbing herself against him. James groaned, his restraint draining out of him. He was now fully erect and aching, the feel of her breast, fuller than before pressed against his pounding heart driving him mad. His hands moved, one to the back of her neck, the other grabbing her luscious ass, giving it a good squeeze. Trishanna gasped at the sensation, and James took advantage to place kisses on her neck, moving lower. Trishanna raised herself up, knees on either side of his waist, and looked down at the father of her pup. James looked up at her, his eyes skimming her face, taking in eyes filled with desire, flushed cheeks, and lips moist from kissing. His eyes went lower to her heaving chest and the breast peaked with erect nipples. His hands raised of their own accord and cupped the fullness, rubbing his thumbs over the sensitive tips. Trishanna gasped, arching her back, and began rubbing herself over his bulge. James groaned again as realized that she wore no underwear and her wetness was now seeping into his pants. His hips bucked, desperate to be inside her, not caring where they were. Just as his hands moved to raise the silky fabric, the sounds of men returning to the house snapped them both out of haze they were in.
Trishanna's face now flamed in embarrassment and she scrambled to her feet and rushed back to her room, mortified that in a few seconds, she would have let James do what he clearly wanted to do. She reached her room stripping and took the clothes pushing them to the bottom of the hamper. She darted into the bathroom and turned on the shower, hoping that she could wash away not just the scent of her arousal but James' arousal as well. As she stood in the shower, the hot water flowing over her, she wondered why she did not feel as if she had done something wrong. Instead, remembering the touch of James' hand on her, had her cupping her breast, making the ache between her thighs flare. She pulled her hands away, praying that she could understand just what the hell was going on with her.