“I’d love that. Do you know Egyptian Rat Screw?” I asked him. Not many did, and it was my favorite game.
“No, what are the rules?” We sat at the kitchen table to play.
The moves for that game were easy, and we were engrossed in the game in no time. Part of the game included a hand slap on a card if doubles came up. We lingered longer and longer every time our hands touched. Eventually, we sat at the table, staring at each other, his hand on mine, both on top of the cards.
“Are you going to move your hand?” I asked softly.Please don’t.
“Do you want me to move my hand?” he asked.
“Not especially,” I whispered. I had to be honest with myself. I wanted to get to know him in a more carnal sense. “Do you want to move your hand?”
He didn’t answer. Instead, he slid his hand up my arm, then back down the bottom until he clasped my hand in his. Then he moved his gaze from my face to our hands, so I did as well. My hand looked tiny inside of his.
“I want to feel your delicate hands on my chest,” he said, voice low. He slid from his chair and rounded the table before stooping to his knees in front of me.
Twisting my knees toward him, he pushed his abdomen against them, resting on his heels. My hands rested on my thighs, and he gently grabbed them and placed them on his shoulders.
With a soft touch, he ran his fingers along my jaw to my chin, and then touched my bottom lip with his thumb. His face was hungry and raw. “May I kiss you, Jen?”
“Yes,” I whispered as butterflies held a dance party in my stomach. Not even my first kiss had left me so jittery.
For a man to be so large and hard, his lips were very pliable. I ran my tongue along the seam of his full lips, and he opened them slightly. I’d only ever kissed men that were dominant with their mouths, and their tongues went into my mouth. I hadn’t noticed it before this moment, but with him letting me take the lead, I couldn’t remember ever having my tongue in another person’s mouth before.
It was cool to take the lead, a new experience. He was going to let me lead the way, and I appreciated it. His skin warmed under my hand, and I slid them down until they rested squarely on his chest. It rumbled, and he sat up higher, so he looked down on me.
Our lips never separated as he pushed against my legs. So much for letting me lead. I decided I wanted to continue setting the pace, and instead of parting my legs, I turned them to the side.
I was rewarded for my choice. He wrapped his thick arms around me, and I was instantly enveloped in warmth and safety again. He felt like a huge, sexy security blanket.
My hands were trapped between us, and my head was pushed back. We still hadn’t parted lips. Our tongues continued to explore one another. When he pushed, I pushed back. If he nibbled, I sucked. We learned the movements and tastes of one another slowly, leisurely.
I tugged my arms out from between us and wrapped them around his neck. Hoping he’d take the hint, I scooted down the chair until I was nearly falling off of it, but my hips and butt leaned against Doryu.
He got the hint. Sliding his arms from around my back, he slipped them under me and stood with ease, holding me in his arms. I’d known he’d be strong enough to lift me, even at my size. He was that big.
He finally broke our slow kiss to make sure he didn’t trip on the table on the way to the bed, but his lips quickly returned to mine, heading for my jaw line as he lowered me onto the bed and climbed in beside me.
The queen bed seemed half the normal size with him in it. I wiggled over a little to give him more room, and ended up on my side, facing him. He mimicked my pose.
“We don’t have to go any further,” he said as he moved my hair behind my shoulders and away from my face.
“Could you hug me again?” I asked in a small voice. I craved his contact.
“Absolutely,” he said and gathered me into his arms. He lifted his leg, and I tucked mine in between his like we’d been doing it all our lives. We fit perfectly together.
With a tug, he pulled a pillow out from behind his head and tucked it under my head. “How’s that?” he asked.
“I don’t understand how you make me feel the way you do. When we met, I felt like you’d drugged me with endorphins. And now, I feel like I’m at home, comforted and safe with you. What’s going on?”
“There used to be a story on Galdiart, about fated mates. That we each had one person that would make us feel better than anyone else. I know I feel good around you, content and happy. I’m not saying that we’re fated mates, but I think we should give some consideration to the level of attraction we have for each other.”
“I agree. How do you feel about the sort of relationship Riley has with her husbands and Axoular?”
“It’s odd, but it works for them. Why?”
“I’ve sort of entered into a dating situation with Alexander and Roan. We’ve said we’ll give this thing a shot, but I told them I was only willing if I’d be able to pursue a relationship with you as well. I couldn’t get you out of my mind.”
He blushed, and looked embarrassed. “I knew how I felt for you, but I wasn’t sure until this evening that you returned the feeling.”
