I groan and clutch the quilt beneath me.
“Tell me what you want,” he says. “Tell me what you need.”
“You.”
He laughs. It’s a magical sound, full of bubbly happiness. His laughter reassures me that he’s not mad or upset with me. That his words came from the heart and that he meant every one of them.
“I know you want me. That goes without saying. But what do you want to do with me?” He waggles his eyebrows. “What do you want me to do to you?”
“I—” What do I want, other than to feel closer to him than I’ve ever done? How do I achieve that? “I—”
“Take your time. I’ll be kissing you while you decide.”
I expect him to claim my mouth, but instead, he presses kisses to my throat and works his way down my chest to my happy trail. Kissing, always kissing. His lips are hot and firm against my skin, his touch assured. It’s hard to think, so for a short while I don’t. I stare at the ceiling and try to guess where he’s going to kiss me next. He makes me gasp and sigh. He makes my tummy flutter.
“Kian.”
He hums, rests his chin on my chest, and looks at me.
“I want—” I lick my lips. Dare I ask?
He raises an eyebrow. “Tell me.”
“To feel you.”
He swirls his finger around my belly button. “You might need to be a little more precise than that. Do you remember that lesson on dirty talk?”
“Yes.”
“Part of dirty talk is describing what you want to do to me or what you want me to do to you. Tell me, Jett. Every little detail. Turn me on with your words.”
“I’m not sure I can.”
“Of course you can.”
“I feel stupid.”
“Why? It’s just you and me here. I won’t laugh at you. Try?”
I can’t resist the plea in his eyes. “I-I want your mouth around my cock.”
He rakes his teeth over his lip. “Anything else?”
“I want you to look into my eyes as you suck me off like you did in Scotland.” Like he does every time he gives me a blow job.
“I can do that.” He inches down my body, kissing me but never breaking eye contact with me. “Anything else?”
“I—”
“I know you want more.” His voice is husky. “Tell me, Jett. Tell me what you want.”
“Your finger inside me,” I blurt. “I want that so bad, Kian. You said I should play with my arse first, but I want it to be you. I trust you. I know you’ll make me feel good.”
“I will,” he promises.
He gets up, takes the rest of his clothes off, and fetches some lube. He lies between my legs, nudging them farther apart with tender kisses.
“Tell me if anything doesn’t feel right, okay?”
