I blow out a breath and sink down beside her, wrapping one arm around her waist. “I like you, Jayne. A lot. I don’t want to screw this up.”
“Will adding a physical element to our relationship somehow screw things up?” she asks softly, eyes searching my face.
“I don’t think so but I’ve never…” I hesitate.
Honesty, Bodi.
I have to be honest if I want to do better than I’ve done in the past. That’s the only way I can move forward.
“You’ve never…?” she prompts.
“I’ve always just fucked. There’s never been any kind of lovemaking, I guess. It’s always been purely physical. And I don’t know what you need.”
“What I need is for you to touch me.”
Well, what breathing male can resist an invitation like that?
Instead of continuing to overthink things, I lean over and brush my lips across hers. I start slow, because I want to savor it, and I nibble and explore, testing out what she likes. Every woman is different, and kissing is fun once you find your groove together. She doesn’t seem interested in slow, because her lips part and soft and tender explodes into a deeper connection. Our tongues move together, and she shifts, turning until I pull her onto my lap. Then I go right back to kissing her.
With one arm around her waist and the other on the side of her face, we’re nestled together and her body feels amazing this close to mine. She’s warm and soft and curvy, her plump little ass pressed against my cock. He’s gone from zero to sixty in about two point four seconds, so he’s as anxious as she seems to be.
But I still want to take my time exploring every inch of her body.
“You feel good,” I whisper against her mouth.
“You feel amazing,” she breathes, running a hand along my biceps. “I love your arms.”
I cover her mouth with mine again, this time going in deep. Our tongues come together urgently, and my patience snaps. I kiss her like I’ve wanted to almost since the first time I met her, digging my fingers into the hair at the back of her neck. A soft moan leaves her and I deepen even more, until we’re all but devouring each other.
One hand drifts down her back, slipping beneath her blouse and coming in contact with silky skin. I skim up her back, skipping over the band of her bra so I can touch as much skin as possible.
“Fuck, you’re sexy,” I growl against her. I’ve just moved in for another kiss when there’s a brisk knock just before the door flies open.
Chapter
Twenty
Jayne
Bodi and I jump apart as Vik stands in the doorway blinking.
“Shit!” He mutters something in Russian before spinning around and walking right back out, closing the door behind him with a resounding click.
It takes a moment to sink in, and then I snicker.
“Jesus.” Bodi shakes his head. “He’s never come in before. Ever. Let me go make sure everything is okay—don’t go anywhere.”
“I’ll be right here.” I watch him adjust his groin area before walking out of the bedroom and I can’t help but smile.
I did that to him. And he did the female equivalent to me. I can’t remember ever being so aroused. The feel of his hands on my skin was heavenly and I’m practically breathless as I wait for him to come back.
It’s only a couple of minutes before he returns, closing and locking the door behind him as he flips off the light switch.
“Everything okay?” I ask.
“He needs to talk to me about something but said it can wait. He asked me to apologize for him. I’ve never had anyone over before, so he didn’t even think before coming in. I guess it didn’t occur to him I might be jerking off or something.” He sinks down on the bed beside me with a grin. “Now, where were we?”
“I think you were kissing me.”
