Fuck.
Arousal bolts through me. I’ve craved this since I met him, but I’m not fucking ready for it. I’m notreadyfor the wild sensation his attention drives through me. For the perfect fit of his body moving against mine, or the sheer compulsion that throws my leg over his hip, hooking him closer.
I’m not ready for the smooth warmth of his skin.
Bhodi tugs my shirt over my head. He has to release my hands to do it, but I leave them where they are. If I touch him right now, I’ll explode, and I want to see how far he takes this.
Where he starts.
Where he stops.
Don’t fucking stop.
Bhodi looms over me. In the shadows of the room, the firelight dancing in his eyes, he’s more gorgeous than ever, and mychest gives way to a heavy breath, anticipation searing my lungs.
“I like this one.” He ghosts a finger over the sparrows on my chest. “It must’ve hurt.”
“All the good things do.”
“So do the bad ones.” Bhodi leans down, his mouth inches from mine. “But bad things can be good too, right?”
“I think so.”
“Let’s see.”
Fuck. Me.
I’m adding Bhodi’s filthy mouth to the list of things I’m not ready for. Then his lips and teeth go to work on my torso too, and I’m so gone. It’s like I’ve never been touched before. Like I’ve been starved for it my whole life and he’s my fucking saviour.
A ragged groan escapes me.
Bhodi exhales a rough breath and hauls me up, pressing his forehead to mine. “How far do you want to take this?”
I give voice to the fantasy. “You decide.”
He whistles through his teeth. “That’s dangerous.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to suck you dry.”
That dizziness comes back. “I’m not gonna stop you.”
“Sure about that?” Bhodi unbuttons my jeans, deft fingers working as he stares me down. “I might be shit at blowjobs.”
“I might be shit at returning the favour.”
“Who says I’m gonna let you?”
“You’ll let me.”
Bhodi dips his hand below my waistband. “You’re probably right. But I’m not thinking about that right now.”
“What are you thinking about?”
“Getting you naked…if that’s okay?”
It’s more than okay. My body is a map of scars and bad decisions, but I’m not shy. How Bhodi makes me feel is part of me, and I’m not afraid to show him.
