Chapter Twenty-Five
Twenty-five
Bhanu
Oh my lord, what was happening? Why was my body on fire, my skin burning, my goodies aching, my wheels lubricated like they were trudging through a monsoon? I didn’t even know what to do with myself…I mean, sure, I did know what I’d do to myself if I were alone, or better yet, let Sunny finish what he’d started.
Ugh! Stop this!
I frantically paced the living room. What would that be like? His hands all over me, pulling, tugging, groping, squeezing, exploring. His mouth all over me, kissing, licking, sucking. Was he a biter? Oh my god, I wanted him to bite me. I didn’t even want gentle caresses. I was at the point where I just wanted everything hard and fast while he slammed me against the wall. Could I ask that of him? Would he do it?
Oh my god. This room, with its many fans and AC, was much, much too hot. I needed to strip off my clothes. I could barely breathe.
Sunny slipped in through the back doors, keeping his distance as we met halfway. His face was flushed, his eyes imploring. “Are you okay?”
“Hmm? Yeah.” If by “okay,” he meant desperately needing a release.
“Was I misreading?”
I shook my head. God, no. I wanted him to kiss me. I just…ugh! What were we doing? How would this impact us at work? Especially if I ended up being his PM? What if anyone at work found out?
He took a few strides toward me as I lowered myself to the couch. Anything to keep from pacing, to stop the anxious jitters.
Sunny sat next to me, twisted at the hip so he could face me, and never once took those dark, intense eyes off me. “Did I make you uncomfortable?” he asked carefully.
“No.” At least not in the sense he was asking. My body was raging, practically squirming. Oh, my. When had a man ever made me feel this untethered, like I could drift away at any moment?
He exhaled, his gaze skittering down to my throat, leaving a scorching heat. And oh, how I wished it was his mouth instead of his eyes surveying my flesh. “Should I…not have…”
His voice was devouring, smoothly entering my body, a body that wasn’t prepared to be devastated by how it reacted. The tightening of muscles, the tenseness, the wave of rampant desire that could be felt down to the bone. It was a vibration causing an acoustic wave against my eardrums, as simple as that, yet reverberating through my entire being.
“Can I?” I rubbed my neck, unable to hold back.
“Anything,” he growled, not waiting for my request.
Before I knew it, before he could blink, I crawled toward Sunny and straddled him, lowering myself onto his lap, our eyes locked, his hands on my waist guiding me. I was becoming undone. He felt so incredibly sensational between my legs, so close to those very well-lubricated wheels. I hadn’t meant to rock against him, but it happened. He furrowed his brows in wanting, his chest moving in and out. By the way his arms tensed, I suspected he was trying very hard to control himself. Which, of course, turned me on even more.
“I’ve been dying to try this…” I confessed.
Unleashing inhibition, I moved to his neck and licked his throat as he swallowed, panted out a breath. How I loved his reaction to me. His hands gripped my waist a little harder, rocking me against him. And this time, I felt his readiness. A pleasant surprise of solid girth.
A kiss up to his jaw. A grind against his lap. My thighs tightened around him. Oh, boy. I wasn’t going to last long. How embarrassing would that be? And how little did I care?
I bit back my moan. He kissed my cheek. Oh my lord. Here he was being gentle and sweet when I wanted him to pound me into oblivion.
Sunny slowly, methodically kissed me and nipped my lower lip. Grazing his teeth over my skin, sucking. It did all sorts of chaotic things to my insides.
Then he bit me. Finally .
I kissed him fervently, like a madwoman who couldn’t remember this would have consequences, to which Sunny promptly responded. He returned my kisses with a passion I hadn’t felt in a very long time, if ever. Lightning bolts of pleasure razed through to my core, heating my body by several degrees, setting me on fire. When his tongue met mine, when he bucked up into me, I couldn’t fathom the sorts of noises coming out of me.
Sunny’s hands skimmed up my sides, beneath my shirt, undoing the back of my bra like a snap of his fingers. At this point, he could give my clothes one look and I was sure they’d just disintegrate.
“ Bane ,” he muttered, pressing one hand against my butt, encouraging me to ride him, and another hand skimming across my side to cup a breast.
I let out a squeak of pleasure. Every touch, every movement, incinerated the consequences.
His kisses wandered down to my jaw and throat, nipping at my neck. He dragged that masterful tongue across my collarbone and down my chest, darting it lower, underneath my shirt. And lower, beneath my bra. And lower.
I clutched his hair, arching my chest, willing him to get to the right spot. How could he be close and so far? Was he teasing? I didn’t need teasing. What I needed was his mouth fully on my breast. I’d have told him if I could form any actual words right now.
My shirt was now halfway up my breasts when the front door opened.
We parted so fast, my head spun. Sunny grabbed a pillow for his lap, and I tugged down my shirt because my breasts weren’t about to be hanging out for Kimo to see. Except it was just Diya at the door, one foot inside, one foot still outside. Her eyes were as big as lemons, but then she snapped to herself and squealed, “Get it, girl!”
“Oh my god,” I muttered, my fingers at my temple.
She smacked her lips. “You go ahead. I’m going to crash at my place. Byeeee!”
Diya had already spun on her heels and closed the door behind her before I could protest.
I let out a grunt, casting a glance at Sunny. He draped an arm over the back of the couch and watched the door, unbothered. He asked, his voice rugged, “Did she really leave for the night?”
“Yeah.”
His chest rose with each deep breath as he dragged those dark eyes to me. His lips twitched. The brooding intensity lingering on his face, his breaths as ragged as my own, well, it wasn’t far-fetched to assume that he wanted to keep going. After all, Diya’s departure shouldn’t be wasted. Her sacrifice of time, of having to drive through island traffic on one-lane streets to get to her condo, the bonding time lost between sisters…shouldn’t go to waste.
I drew my lips between my teeth, and Sunny’s focus immediately dropped to my mouth. I liked to think that I was forward enough. I went for what I wanted. Degrees and grades and jobs and projects and promotions. Those were typically things I needed. And sure, maybe I needed this more than I cared to admit, but men were a different nature.
And Sunny? Well, having known him for almost a year, he didn’t seem like the type of guy who just went for things like this, either. He could talk his way through presentations, charm the pants off clients and bosses alike, and code like it was his breath of life. He seemed more like the kind of guy to bicker with me than the type who’d throw me into bed.
I prepared to resign the heated anticipation of going any further with him when he said, “Then we shouldn’t waste the night.”
My breath hitched. His gaze was scorching and his voice…damn that Denzel voice…had me squeezing my thighs together. Nerdy, grumpy, not-so-sunny Sunny had me tingling in all the right places and he knew it.
“Unless you don’t…” he began, but his intensity never waned. He wasn’t seriously questioning himself or this situation because he knew. He’d always known.
In case he wasn’t clear, he added, “If you’d like. Or we can take a walk on the beach, and you can call Diya back.”
“Do you want me?” I found myself asking.
He swallowed, leaning toward me, his hands practically balled into fists, the knuckles digging into the couch. “What kind of question is that?”
He pushed away the pillow, took my hand, and guided me to the very clear, hard answer. I wrapped my hand around the length of him, my breathing escalating, my body quivering as he leaned his head back and sucked in a breath.
“I don’t have protection. Do you?” I asked.
“No. Don’t need it.”
“Excuse me?”
“I mean…” He settled a knee in between my thighs, gently pushing me back. “I want to make you feel good. Don’t worry about me.”
“Oh?” My skin flushed hot. I was not expecting this side to him. “Um. Just to be clear…”
Sunny slid his palm down my stomach, relishing, appreciating every inch, and undid the button of my shorts. “To be clear: I want you to enjoy yourself.”
He unzipped my shorts, splaying open the waist and exposing the top of my black-lace-hemmed panties. Thank goodness I’d only brought brand-new underwear.
“To be clear,” he continued, “I’m only using my mouth.”
The room tilted on its axis and all I could see was Sunny watching me as he lowered himself over me with a raw desire sparking his eyes. He kissed my neck at the same time he swiped a finger under the hem of my panties.
He was definitely teasing. He knew damn well that there was no way he could be that close to the right spot and still be so far off.
He nibbled on my collarbone, gliding his tongue down to my top and kissing lower to the loose, undone edge of my bra. “Maybe my hands, too.”
He flattened one large palm over the top of my shorts and slid down, underneath the fabric of my panties. Exploring, teasing, undoing.
I held my breath for fear of combusting. How could he feel this good when he’d barely just begun?
“To be perfectly clear,” he added, treading kisses over my breast, “I’ve been dying to taste you for days, Bane.”
I grabbed a fistful of his hair and nudged him lower. “Then taste me.”
“ Fuck …” he muttered.
“Language…”
“In about two minutes, I’m going to have you screaming worse than that.” He nipped at my breast and I let out a lewd sound.
“Is there a word worse than that?”
I pressed a hand against his stomach, beneath his shirt, unprepared to feel the hard flatness of a toned body. My hands greedily felt every inch of smooth, warm skin of his chest and back and shoulders as he said, “Let’s find out.”
I didn’t want him to move, but he took my hand and walked me to our room, stripping me down on the way. Before we even made it to the bed, Sunny had dropped to his knees in front of me.
I had never unraveled faster. I had utterly come undone.
We lay heaving and sweaty, the pillow fortress demolished, the sheets to Sunny’s waist and my chest. He drew me into him as we stared at the ceiling fan, which couldn’t possibly churn air fast enough to cool us off.
“Guess there isn’t a word worse than that, huh?” he asked.
“Guess not.”
He bit my ear. “Now who has a filthy mouth?”
Heat crept across my face. I’d never used the F-word. Just wasn’t my thing. But apparently that had been the only coherent word coming out of my mouth.
Part of my brain sparked to life, pushing around the obvious questions of: What did this mean for us when we returned? How were we supposed to work together? What would we be? Did we need a label? Was this just a fling? Did it all end once we left the island?
Sunny drew languid figure eights on my back to my stomach and down to my inner thighs…promptly shutting down my brain.
Eh. It wouldn’t hurt to just enjoy this for tonight. Right? The wedding was tomorrow, and Sunny would leave the day after. Suddenly, our end was too soon.
As he slipped the sheet from my body and his mouth slowly followed the trail of figure eights, my breath caught, my eyes fluttered closed, my fists clenched his hair…and no thought was left in my head except how incomprehensibly amazing this man had me feeling.
Oh, boy. I was going to be in trouble when this fantasy ended, wasn’t I?