We kissed as if we’d been doing it for a thousand years, yet it was still new and exciting.
When we both came up for air, breathless, I looked down into her beautiful brown eyes that twinkled with stunned pleasure.
I took her hand and led her back toward the couch again, neither of us knowing what to say. I pulled her down beside me and wrapped my arm around the back of her. She leaned her head against my shoulder and sighed.
With her body pressed against mine, I closed my eyes, letting myself relax and enjoy the quiet moment with her in my embrace. I could do that for a few minutes, I told myself.
Her silky hair brushed against my face and the soft, sweet scent of her shampoo filled my nostrils. Then her hand came to rest gently on my thigh and my muscles jumped but settled once again at the sound of another sigh escaping her.
I didn’t know what was happening.
But what I did know was that it felt right.
ChapterEleven
GEMMA
God,I didn’t want the dream to end.
I was wrapped in strong, warm arms, my head against a rock-hard chest that felt so damn good it may as well have been a puffy cloud. I kept my eyes closed and snuggled closer to the heat cocooning me like a protective blanket.
A familiar, heavenly smell drifted to my nostrils. The cool, fresh scent seeped in, causing my body to stir. My hand brushed over valleys of hard, smooth flesh and I thought for a second that this had been the best dream I’d ever had.
It wasn’t my first, starring Bodie, but it had felt more real than any I’d had since meeting him. He’d seemed to take up residence in my mind often. Squeezing my eyes closed tighter so I wouldn’t fully wake, I let my palm slide down over soft, cotton fabric until it cupped a mighty handful that grew with my exploration.
Then my eyes popped open at the speed of light.
My cheek brushed against his cotton t-shirt as I tilted my head to meet the intense gaze of the man who wasn’t a dream at all.
“Bodie,” I whispered.
I licked my bottom lip nervously and his cock pulsed. My eyes widened in horror. I’d stopped fondling him but hadn’t moved my hand from his impressive package that seemed to be reacting to my touch.
When he stayed silent, I thought I might die of embarrassment but instead of removing my palm from his growing length, I froze. What if he kicked me out and never let me around him or the girls again? My panic rose, but then little flecks of gold sparked in his dark caramel eyes and heated with desire.
Just as I was about to release him, he slipped his hand down his body and laid it on top of mine. His eyes were hypnotizing as they watched my reaction to the new exploration that began with our entwined palms. Lust shot to my core as shockwaves of desire raced through my body. I grew wet with arousal and let out a tiny moan.
Bodie growled and in a flash, he let go of my hand. Both his palms came to my hips and drew me up his body so I was laying fully on top of him, my face mere inches from his. Grabbing each side of my face, he slanted my head with his big palms and brought me in the remaining distance. And then he covered my mouth with his in a punishing kiss. It was feral, it was nail-biting, it was everything, and more.
I couldn’t stop my hand from stroking his erection through his sweats as we made out like teenagers right there on his couch. One of his hands slid down between us and cupped my hot core. I was dripping with need and I ground into his palm. God, I had never experienced this with a man before and it was wild, wonderful, and so damned exciting.
Somehow though I knew it was only because it was with Bodie.
He’d been what I was waiting for.
“Daddy?” a small voice called out.
That was when reality hit and he tore his mouth from mine. I removed my hand and jumped off him in a flash. When he got up and stood in front of me, we stood there facing each other, our breaths both coming out in pants but neither of us spoke.
I dropped my gaze to the floor, realizing at some point I’d kicked off my slip-on shoes after we’d sat on the couch, and some time during the night we’d both fallen asleep in one another's arms. With only the glow from the kitchen light shining on us, he placed a single finger under my chin, lifting it to meet his gaze once more.
God, he was beautiful.
Men didn’t like being called that but I couldn’t help it. Sure he was big, sexy, and masculine, but his other attributes added to his appeal. His tanned skin, dark eyes, and brows, perfect facial features, and the facial hair that lined his face and jaw, he was exactly as I said.
Beautiful.
A shiver raced through me as I wondered how that facial hair would feel on my lady bits and I felt my face flush red at the thought.
