My body reacts of its own accord. I buck against him as his hands grip at my hips, and I have no choice but to stay put and endure his torturous kisses.
It’s all mostly innocent so far, yet my skin’s already warming up. My eyes are already snapping shut as I turn on like a light switch.
Jin tends to have that effect on me.
Heat rushes through me. His lips reach the corner of my throat where it meets my shoulder, and his teeth graze the delicate skin as if he really is a ferocious white tiger. I’m his little rabbit about to be devoured.
And the thing is, I want to be.
I’m damn near moaning for it within seconds.
“I’ve been thinking about getting you out of this dress since you put it on,” he confesses. He’s moved his lips up, traveling to my ear where his warm breath immediately makes me shudder. “Now I have you all to myself, and I will take advantage of it.”
I bite down on my bottom lip as he starts tugging at the sweater dress, pulling it up my hips and then belly.
The heat that’s bloomed onto my skin has warmed me up from the inside too—arousal smolders like a tiny flame that quickly grows, liquid fire in my belly and then a throbbing heat between my thighs.
We've been together long enough that his touch shouldn't still do this to me, but pregnancy has had incredible effects on my libido. On a scale of one to ten, it’s cranked it up all the way to twenty.
So if I didn’t stand a chance before pregnancy, I damn sure don’t now.
Yet I whine anyway, chewing on my bottom lip to hold off a moan. “Jin… we just got home. I should put the clothes away and?—”
“Shhhh,” he hushes, dropping another kiss to my jaw. His hands are now cradling my ever-growing belly. The stomach that was flat just a couple months ago but has slowly started to protrude. “That can come later, Tokki-ya. Right now I’m hungry, and it’s not for some damn barbecue chicken.”
I laugh before it turns into a sharp gasp at how swiftly he wrenches the sweater dress over my head. He takes a simple step back, and then with a quick, deft flourish of his arm, the dress is yanked the rest of the way off and discarded carelessly on the counter.
I’m still processing the fact that I’m suddenly in nothing but my bra and panties when he spins me around to face him then hoists me up like I weigh nothing.
My hands instinctively fly out to his shoulders as he sets me down on the kitchen counter.
“Careful,” I tease. “Keep lifting me so suddenly like that and you’re going to throw your back out.”
He pulls back enough to cock a brow at me, his dark eyes blazing and intense. “You think I can't handle you?” His large hands squeeze my thighs, grip strong as he feels the soft flesh, and his gaze drags over my fuller figure with open hunger. “Let’s get one thing straight, Tokki-ya. I welcome every curve on your body. Every. Single. Fucking. One.”
My lips part to answer him, but I’m never actually given the chance. His mouth is on mine in the next second, silencing any possible dissent, and I stop thinking altogether.
The kiss is hot, deep, and demanding from the first second. His tongue slides into my mouth, making it known that we’re only getting started.
I return his fervor with my own eagerness, clutching at his chest then sliding my hand up to grip the hair at the back ofhis neck. I flick my tongue against his, my head swimming from how quickly things escalate between us.
Jin’s hands explore my body, gliding from my hips and thighs and over the round curve of my belly. He comes up to my bra straps and guides those down my shoulders. Soon my breasts are spilling out as the cups fall along with them.
His hands are waiting to catch the mounds of soft, heavy flesh that have only grown as I’ve entered my second trimester.
He proves he was being honest when he said he loves every curve of mine—he appreciatively squeezes my full breasts. His thumbs pass over my dark brown nipples, earning a moan from deep in my throat. The buds have been extra achy as of late, so Jin’s touch feels instantly amazing.
The pads of his thumbs send a shock of hot electricity shooting straight through me.
His magic, knowing touch that always undoes me.
Within a minute of our heavy, deep kisses, I’m moaning into his mouth. His tongue is lashing against mine and strangling the sound. His hands are kneading my breasts and rubbing my nipples.
“I love when you get so needy,” he taunts, drawing back only slightly. He grazes his lips on mine, pulling and tugging at my nipples and forcing another petulant moan from me. Then he kisses me deep and makes me see stars behind my lids again. “You fall apart so easily, Tokki-ya. If I snatch off those panties, will I find your greedy little pussy already all wet for me?”
Fuck, fuck, fuck—yes!
I’m basically a waterfall right now. From the moment he started kissing my nape, I was doomed.
