I sucked in a breath, jerking. His hands drifted around to my ass, sliding over my back pockets and his fingers digging just a little.
“Are you kidding me?” I complained. He was searching me?
But an electric current shot through me, and the room in front of me started to spin anyway. He was touching me.
Holding my eyes, his gaze hardened as his hands ran up my back and then over my stomach, searching for the hidden cell phone he apparently assumed I was lying about not having.
Then he stood up, leaning in close and holding my eyes, as one of his hands cruised slowly up the inside of my thigh, and a throb hit me between my legs. I sucked in a breath.
“Stop it,” I gasped, knocking his hands away.
A cocky little grin crossed his face. “Your knees are shaking,” he said. “If I’d known you were this innocent, I wouldn’t have let Michael and myself tease you before.”
I breathed shallow and licked my dry lips.
“Have you ever even been kissed?”
I kept my mouth shut, but I knew that was answer enough for him.
“Turn around,” he instructed.
I looked at him skeptically.
He laughed under his breath and turned me around, leaning into me and hugging my back. I could feel him over almost every inch of me: my spine, my legs, and my arms. He dipped his head next to mine, his cheek on my ear, and he grazed my fingers with his.
“Do you feel that?” he whispered.
“What?”
His long arms blanketed mine, my hands resting inside his. “You fit me like a shirt. It’s a perfect mold.”
I smiled to myself, feeling a blush heat my face. “For now,” I said. “I’m done growing, but you’re probably not.”
Men typically kept growing a little longer t
han women.
His breath hit my ear. “Then we’re on borrowed time, aren’t we?”
I closed my eyes, goosebumps spreading down my arms as he ran his lips over my lobe.
Oh, God. It suddenly felt like my body was a thousand matchsticks, every one sparking to life, one after the other.
Taking my hands, he placed them on my thighs and scaled them up my body.
“Is this okay?” he asked.
My body trembled, and I nodded. Yes.
“You’ll have to go to confession again tomorrow,” I joked.
“Why?”
“Kidnapping.”
His chuckle hit my neck as he ran his lips over my skin there. “Hate to break it to you, kid, but I got that place rigged. No penance for me. Unless you want to go with me,” he added. “Purge some of your own sins, maybe?”
“Not Catholic, remember? I wouldn’t even know what to do in there.”