Strips of moonlight come through the windows, making shadows on the bed, but all I see is Bodi. Blue eyes glistening in the faint light. Smiling as he runs his knuckles along my cheek. “You’re gorgeous, Jayne. Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”
“Believe me, it’s mutual.”
“Good to know.” He brushes my hair out of my eyes, but then just sits there, studying my face intently.
“What?” I ask, a little self-conscious at the strength of his gaze.
“You’re just so pretty. I haven’t had a chance to really look into your eyes because of your glasses, and I’m mesmerized.”
“I like looking at you too. Your eyes are so blue…like the Mediterranean.”
“Climb back on my lap, baby.” His voice is gruff, sending little shocks of pleasure through me. I slip off my sandals and start to get on his lap but he stops me. “Straddle me.”
I move against him, knees bent, the insides of my thighs pressing against his hips, and my core settles against his very hard erection. It feels amazing.
“Just like that.” He uses both hands to cup my face and then dips his mouth to mine.
Tongues dueling, lips fused, bodies pressed together, I’m immediately swept away, yearning for more.
“No pressure, baby,” he whispers between kisses.
Those three words fill me with anticipation, despite what he said.
I know he’ll stop if I want him to—but I don’t.
Sex wasn’t on my radar at first, not really, but now that he’s touching me, it would take a force of nature to stop the direction this is heading.
“We can go as far as you’re comfortable.”
“I trust you, Bodi. And I want this. Just…condoms? I’m not protected right now.”
“I always use them. Always. We’ll be careful.”
“Okay.”
His hands roam down my neck, along my shoulders and then along the line of my arms. One finger teases the hem of my blouse and slips beneath. My eyes close, pleasure washing over me as goose bumps break out all over my skin. I can’t remember the last time someone caressed me so sensually. Just one finger, tracing lines on my skin without tickling me.
I want him even closer and I grind against him.
“Do you like that, baby?”
“So much.”
He splays his hand on my back and then slides up to my bra strap. “Can I unhook this?”
“Yes.”
Please.
Deft fingers make short work of it and it pops open, releasing my breasts. Normally I would worry about them sagging a little because they’re big, but right now all I can think about is how it feels to be this close to the most gorgeous man I’ve ever met. I never even fantasized about someone as hot as Bodi.
His hands move to my sides as he whispers, “Lift your arms.”
They go up automatically and I’m momentarily disoriented as the shirt catches on my chin. Then it’s up and over my head, discarded behind us. It’s instinct to move and cover my breasts but he stops me.
“No. Let me take this the rest of the way off.” His touch is gentle as he peels the straps of my bra from my shoulders. “Ah, fuck, Jayne, they’re perfect.” Before I can react to that statement, he drops his head and nuzzles my breasts.
Heat sears my skin and my head falls back of its own volition. The scruff from his five o’clock shadow tickles my skin but it’s erotic at the same time.
