“Oh. Go ahead.”
The sound of fabric, a zipper coming undone, the dry swipe of skin to skin.
Good lord, why didn’t I think of how the noises would be worse in the dark?
A low grunt joins in the unexpectedly erotic sound of the man using his own hand to get himself hard. For me.
Another grunt, raspier, and for some inconceivably ridiculous reason, I want to know what he’s thinking about while he does this. Is he picturing the two of us together? Maybe he’s imagining something else entirely. A porn or a fantasy situation.
“Are…are you…” I swallow, no idea what I’m going to say, but Jake knows. He knows.
“I’m thinking about those big, soft tits of yours. How they’ll bounce when I’m fucking you.”
My insides clench up, achingly empty.
“Thinking about how tight you’ll be around me, how good you’ll feel. Oh,fuck.”
“Are you… Are you okay?”
He laughs low and private, the sound the warmest thing I’ve ever heard. “I’m about to get inside you, Katarina. Doing just fine.” A pause, filled with the sound of his hand—or hands?—stroking up and down his shaft, squeezing, maybe?
I wish I knew how tight. Why did I need the lights off?
As if reading my mind he says, “Let me turn the lights on, Kit. Forget the rules. I’ll make it good for you.”
What if… “No.”
“Fine. Get ready, then.”
It takes me a second to realize I should probably lift my skirt up. “Um. Okay. I’m good.”
“Good. Your legs spread?”
“Yes. They’re…” I swallow, my throat suddenly dry. “Open.”
“That’s it. Get them good and wide for me.” His hand’s moving faster and then suddenly, the sound stops. “All right. Let’s go.”
9
Jake
I kick off my boots. Probably against the rules, since they’re an item of clothing, but I’m not fucking her with shoes on. Not this time, at least. Not on a bed.
I reach out, unable to see much in the dark, make contact with one naked thigh, and pull back without allowing myself the pleasure of even a stolen caress. “Sorry.”
“No, it’s…totally normal.”
Not really, but, whatever. It’s still somehow turning my crank all the way over.
I edge above her, half pissed off that I’m not allowed to touch and half turned-on by how messed up the situation is. It’s hard to resist reaching for her, leaning down to find her lips in the dark.
At the same time, though, there’s this thread of perversion or something running through it all thatworks. It’s different, so it’s a turn on. Taboo, no touching, clothes-on sex. Pretty sure my cock’s never been harder. This is clearly hitting all the right buttons.
“You good?” I ask once I’ve settled my knees between her legs and sunk down over her body. I’m on straight arms, giving her no weight. Almost no contact. Christ, this is weird. Hot as hell, but weird.
“Yeah. Fine. Great. I mean…” She huffs out a small laugh. “You can put your weight on me, you know? I don’t see how we’ll manage otherwise.”
Breath held, I ease slowly down, more to get my bearings than to get right into it.
