“Leave the sheet.”
I clamped my teeth together and dropped it. I stood half-naked in front of him.
I raised my chin and refused to cover my breasts with my hands as I faced him. His eyes flicked over my chest for a second before he held out his hand. When I didn’t take it immediately, his brows raised in warning.
I put my hand in his and he led me into the living room. He lowered onto the couch, his back against the armrest, then he urged me down, so I sat between his legs lengthwise.
He put his other leg up on the couch so I was trapped between his thighs. ”Lean back.”
My heart slammed hard into my rib cage as I leaned against him, the heat of his chest instantly warming my back.
“Lift your leg.” I did and he moved it so it rested over his and even though I wore boxers, I felt completely exposed.
“Not fucking a girl who doesn’t want to be fucked. So, we’re not.” He leaned over and grabbed the controller and turned on the TV, flicking through channels until he found a late-night movie, an erotic late night movie. Jesus. He tossed the controller on the floor and I expected him to touch me.
He didn’t.
He did nothing. I lay with my legs slightly splayed, breasts naked, while he watched the movie.
He had one arm around on my abdomen, while one hand rested on my inner thigh, doing nothing. Not even a finger twitch. Nothing.
I lay stiff in his arms, his steady heart beating against my back and I listened to his calm, even breath, and on occasion, the mild chuckle when something funny happened in the movie. And the funny was some ridiculous bad acting. But I heard the moans. The slapping of naked bodies. The screams of pleasure.
I shifted uncomfortably as mild tingles between my legs became intense tingles.
His arm tightened. “Stay still.”
I did.
“Relax and watch the movie.”
How the fuck could I? I sat on my couch with parted legs, his hand inches away from my throbbing sex while we watched a porno. I was tense, confused and desire pulsated through my entire body. I kept thinking about him holding me in his arms after the fire, and how it had been gentle, caring. Protective.
He continued to ignore me and after a while my body grew weary from the constant tension and I slowly relaxed and stopped fighting the sensations tap dancing through my body.
It was when the credits rolled that his hand moved and it was to cup me between the legs. The second he did, I moaned. The barrier of my boxers doing nothing to stop the intense pleasure.
I was wet, throbbing. And there was no question I wanted him to fuck me. I was completely willing and wanted him to.
He rested his hand on me for a long time. No words. Nothing.
I breathed erratically. He didn’t. But I did feel his hard cock pressed into the small of my back, so he was turned on too.
Just the touch of his hand cupping me was going to make me come. I’d been worked up sitting with him, his increasingly familiar scent in every breath I took and the fear I’d felt dissipating and changing to want, need.
“Baby,” he whispered and I jolted with pleasure at the sound of his voice against my ear.
His hand slipped inside my boxers and I gasped as he ran his finger through the wetness. He then withdrew it and brought it to my mouth. I eyed the pad of his glistening finger. “Taste how amazing you are.”
I’d never tasted myself. I’d never even considered it, but with Kai, it was so hot that my insides clenched.
He placed his finger on my lower lip and traced a slow path across the sensitive surface. He repeated the process with my upper lip. I tilted my head to look at him and my lips parted. But he didn’t put his finger in my mouth; instead, he slipped it into his.
Jesus. My body tensed as I watched him slowly suck on his finger. A charming gleam of amusement lit his eyes then a slight twitch played at the corner of his lips.
He withdrew his finger. “I knew you’d taste amazing, braveheart.”
His hand slid down the front of me, between my breasts, over my rib cage to my abdomen then under the waistband of my boxers. His finger rolled over my clit and my hips rose to his touch.
He began circling, slow and gentle at first while his other hand played with my nipples. My body heated, overheated. It craved more. Needed more.
It didn’t take long as my body had been anticipating his touch for an hour.
“Kai,” I moaned as his fingers quickened back and forth. “Oh, God.” I was on the cusp, ready to fall over the edge when it all stopped.