“Maybe it’s time I got better at picking who to fuck.”
Bhodi’s killing me with these one-liners. Except this time, he doesn’t leave. He can’t, because we’re at his place, on his rug, in front of his fire, and it’s down to me to end this before it begins. To smother the growing flame between us before it burns out of control.
But I’m as weak as I am stubborn and I keep my hand on his face, hooked by the spark in his bright eyes.
The heat.
I want him.
For more than a peck on the cheek and some gentle flirtation.
I want to be his fucking exception.
Kissing him is so easy, I don’t truly grasp how it happens. Just that the moment to stare at each other passes, and then my mouth is on his, my tongue slipping between his lips, and I stop thinking about the consequences of messing around with mytenant.
I pull him on top of me.
Surprise stutters his kiss, but he goes with it, bracing an arm on the rug as his broader frame weighs me down. “This doesn’t hurt you?”
I bite his lips. “No.”
Bhodi smiles, but it’s consumed by the rising inferno between us.
He’s wearing fuck-all. Just sweats and socks. No underwear, I can tell, and it dizzies me knowing only a scrap of cotton lies between me and the solid heat he’s packing. The hardness already digging into my leg.
I reach for it.
He catches my hands, pinning them above my head, careful with my cast, but firm enough with his touch that I know I’m in trouble when this gets going. “Did you mean what you said the other night?”
“Which part?”
“The part about switching.”
His gaze darkens. “Depends.”
“On?”
“Ifyoumeant what you said.”
“I meant it.” He speaks without hesitation. My own cock reacts and I know he feels it. Can tell by the snake of his tongue wetting his lips. “I just never pictured it before.”
It makes me wonder what he pictured instead, but I read between the lines of what he’s asking me and give him the truth.
“I’ve always been vers, but after the accident, when I spent so long not in control of my own body, I learned to find a thrill in giving it up. Like…not violent shit, fuck no. More a subtle dominance? If that’s a thing—I don’t know how else to describe it.”
Bhodi takes a slow breath, contemplation swirling in his gaze as he squeezes my hands, tightening his grip on them. “I think I know what you mean.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Bhodi kisses me, and it’s different this time. The sweetness has gone, and in its place is a rough fire that spins me out as much as the descending weight of his body does.
He was holding back, I realise, when I rolled him on top of me. But he’s not holding back now, and I funnel my hand into his hair, arching my neck as he goes for my throat.
With his mouth.
With his teeth.
