I kiss him, flexing up into his hands.
Bhodi takes the hint and tugs my jeans and underwear down, tossing them with my socks, leaving me bare to him while the single item of clothing he’s wearing is one too many.
He wears faded sweats like a dream, but they have to fucking go.
I push at his waistband. “Take them off?”
Bhodi smirks. “Youtake them off.”
My mouth dries. I go for the sweats again and ease them away until I reach the hard dick standing in the way. It’s the struggle of my life to not fixate on it, but somehow, I manage to manoeuvre over it until my arms aren’t long enough to finish the job.
Bhodi takes over. His clothes join mine scattered on the floor around us and he comes back to me so gloriously naked I feel like my every fucking Christmas has come at once.
I mean, I knew he’d be beautiful, butdamn. The sight of him is eons away from my wildest dreams. Those swathes of unmarked skin and muscled thighs that could easily pin me in place whether I let him or not. For a minute, anyway, and it makes me wonder if he’d enjoy me throwing him off. Or if he’d fuck me from the bottom, killing me with the same gentle smirk he’s killing me with now as he lays me down again and straddles my legs, gazing at me with the same hunger in his eyes I know I have in mine.
Too fast. Too soon.But goddamn, I feel like I’ve been waiting on this moment my whole fucking life. This is deeper than anill-advised hookup. Even if we never touch each other again, my heart already knows that no one will ever live up to him.
“You’re thinking a lot.” Bhodi leans down. “Everything okay?”
I’m so far beyond okay I don’t have the words. But despite his dirty mouth, Bhodi’s a sweet soul, and he deserves more than the vagueness I give everyone else. “You’re so fucking hot it scares me.”
Bhodi shifts, easing off me to find his place between my legs. “I’m not here to scare you.”
“What are you here to do?”
“This.”
He claims my lips and slides his hand south, wrapping his fingers around my dick. And he’s gentle at first, which really does fucking scare me. I’m in too deep with Bhodi already. If he’s too nice, I’ll fall in love with him for sure, and…
Bhodi presses down on me again, his forearm to my throat, grippingtighter.“Whatever it is, let it go.”
I don’t know whatitis.
I don’t know anything except that I need to be present in this moment in case I never get to live it again.
Closing my eyes, I take a breath and focus on the pulsating pleasure Bhodi’s drawing from me with his skilled hand. It flows through me like water from a hot tap, warming with every pass of his palm. Every twist of his wrist. Every minute increase of pressure from his arm on my windpipe.
I can’t breathe, but I don’t want to. I want that light-headed oblivion. That hazy vision and heady rush. More than that, though, I want it fromhim. “Bhodi.”
His name gravels from my lungs like a holy prayer.
Bhodi bites my lips, his dick digging into my thigh as heamps it up—all of it, smirking as I let my body do whatever the fuck it wants.Smoulderingas my leg curls around his hip. “You’re so hot you scareme.”
My good hand balls into a fist. On the other, my fingers strain against the cast, a reflex I can’t fight, and I’m already close to losing it.
Because I haven’t got laid in months?
No.
Bhodi has a wicked touch, and he’s making me shake with a simple hand-job, but there’s nothing so simple about the nuanced heat sluicing through me.
I need to get a grip.
To give something back.
Bhodi must read it in my eyes. He shakes his head. “Let me.”
Let him what? Kill me?
