JJ smirks down at me, his face cast in shadow. “What?”
I roll my lips to temper my laughter, but it’s no use.
He looms closer and presses his finger into my side, where he knows I’m most ticklish.
“JJ.” I squeal.
His laughter is throaty. “Tell me.”
I suck in a breath and push him back. “Fine, I was thinking that the way you took your shirt off was like a move straight out of a romance novel.”
He jolts back. “You read romance books?”
“No,” I say, embarrassed.
“What kind of books, Adeline?” he says, his tone both knowing and teasing. A singsong of sorts.
I suck on my bottom lip and shake my head.
He pokes the spot that makes me squirm again. “Tell me.”
I huff. “Fine. Sexy, slutty, steamy, delicious books.”
His eyes dance. “And do you picture me when you read these books?”
“Oh my god,” I groan, covering my face with both hands.
“You do, don’t you?”
The heat swamping me has more to do with embarrassment than desire now. “I hate you.”
He tugs at my wrist, and when I drop my hands, he kisses me. “No you don’t.” His words are soft against my lips. “Do you touch yourself while you read these books and think of me?”
A gust of air escapes me without my permission.
His pupils blow wide. “Fuck, I need to see that.”
“What?” I squirm beneath him, shyness and need and confusion warring inside me.
He rocks back on his knees and smirks. “Come on, I’ll play if you do?”
“Why don’t we just play with each other?” I whine. The thought of touching myself in front of him sends a wave of mortification through me. By now, my whole body is probably beet red.
But he doesn’t squirm. He doesn’t blush. The man just slips off the bed and shoves his pants off. He pushes his boxers down a second later, and I lose my breath.
“Holy fuck,” I mutter.
He eyes himself, then meets my gaze, a shyness in his expression I didn’t expect. “Is this okay?”
“Um, that—” I point, searching for a term to describe the enormity of the extremity hanging from his body. “It’s supposed to go in here?” I point between my legs.
He leans forward, lips twitching, and presses his thumb to my bottom lip. “Or here, or?—”
“If you point to my ass, we’re going to have a problem.”
He chuckles. “We’ve got all the time in the world, Adeline.”
His words send relief through me, and when he kisses me again, the sensation is joined with heat. I’m pretty sure he could get me to agree to anything.
