I wasn’t sure if I was making the right choice, but I was tired of waiting for the sake of waiting. More time wouldn’t help me make this choice. The only way I’d know if we were right together was by trying.
Circling the couch, I studied him. His hands were loose at his sides, palms resting on the cushions. His sharp gaze tracked each move I made, though. He was a juxtaposition of calm and ready to pounce.
I stopped in front of him and moved his hands a little farther away from his thighs. Then, I straddled his lap like I had to give him his arm rub.
“I like this,” he said, his voice all rumbly and filled with man satisfaction. “Can I touch you?”
I hesitated to say yes. If I did, there was every chance I’d lose myself too deeply. And Tor’s earlier observation had been right. When I started to feel too much too quickly, it made me pull back.
“Will you be disappointed if I ask you to keep your hands on the couch?”
“No.”
I stroked my fingers along his cheek and brow, learning the texture of his skin and the nuances of his facial features. His nose was strong and cheekbones high and prominent. They balanced his proud brow and square jaw. He twitched under me when I ran a finger along the edge of his ear.
“Sensitive?” I asked.
“Very.”
“You tug on them when you’re upset. It makes me want to pull your hands away and kiss the parts that you made dark. It can’t feel good.”
“It would feel very good if you kissed them when they are dark.”
I grinned at his serious expression.
“I meant that it can’t feel good to tug on them.”
I leaned in until my chest rested against his and my mouth was close to the long edge of his ear.
“I like your ears.”
He shivered under me. I smoothed my hands over his shoulders, using them as an anchor as I closed the distance and ran my tongue along the edge of an ear before kissing it. He kept his hands on the couch while I nibbled and kissed my way to his jaw and across his cheek. But he trembled, and his hips twitched non-stop.
“Allow me to touch you, June,” he rasped when my lips finally hovered over his.
“Can you wait a little longer?”
His gaze swept over my face. I could read the absolute need there. A hunger so intense and consuming, I knew he would swallow me whole when I finally caved.
“I know I’m asking a lot. I just want to kiss you now. Nothing else. And I’m afraid, if I say yes to touching, this is going to turn into more than kissing.”
He closed his eyes, but not before I saw the torment in them.
“Kiss me, June. I will not touch you.”
Cradling his face between my palms, I smoothed my thumbs over his skin.
“Thank you, Tor,” I said softly.
He groaned when I brushed my lips against his, and I felt him jerk beneath me. I pulled back to look at him, and his eyes snapped open.
“More,” he growled.
I willingly dipped my head and nibbled at his firm bottom lip. Tor didn’t play around there. He opened his mouth and nipped mine in return. The moment I gasped, his tongue invaded. He kissed me hungrily, devouring any hesitation and feeding my need for him.
His hand gripped my hips, seating me firmly on his erection. A whimper escaped me at the hard press of him through my clothes. He ground me down against his length in a slow rotation that robbed me of thought and air.
Tearing my mouth from his, I panted, pressing his face to my neck. He nipped and licked my skin, grinding against me for only a moment before nudging my head up and claiming my mouth again. My fingers twitched on the sides of his face, and I rocked against him.