Five #5
Yet he was with business. He rubbed his hands over his brow and let out a breath. This was intense. “I wasn’t expecting this.”
“And?”
“And I’m not sure I know what to do.” Frowning, he amended, “I mean, I know what happens, but I… Jesus.” His palms were burning up. “I’ve never done anything like this before. I feel like an idiot and I hate feeling like that.”
“Don’t feel that way. I know you don’t have many experiences with women.”
Try one. He inwardly scoffed. He should have taken the guys up on their offer. Never did he expect to regret sending that woman away, but he did now. Thirty-fucking-one years old and this was what it had come to? Pathetic. Utterly pathetic.
If he weren’t such a perfectionist, he’d slide her onto her back and do his worst, but he didn’t want to disappoint her. Damn it. How long would she sit through his endless deliberation? You. Are. Ruining. It.
“Fuck it.” Throwing caution to the wind, he surged forward and sealed his mouth to hers. She toppled back to the mattress and giggled.
His body electrified, as her fingers slid over his scalp to the back of his head. His shirt tightened as she fisted the material and pulled him more on top of her, twisting her lips as she tilted her head.
The soft brush of her tongue sent blood tunneling through his veins as he caught his weight on his hands. Pulling back, he drew in an unsteady breath.
She stared at him through those thick lashes. “Don’t stop.” But her words froze him in an inescapable moment in time.
He couldn’t believe this was happening. “You’re so pretty, Nadia.” He’d meant to compliment her, but she seemed unfazed. She likely heard words like that a million times a day.
She tugged his shirt, pulling him closer with a hand tangled in his hair. The tension in his body made it almost impossible to move. Lowering his lips by the slightest degree, he traced his mouth over hers again.
Lush lips opened beneath his as wet heat closed over his lower lip and sharp teeth nipped him. Ouch!
He drew back, touching his lip. “You bit me.”
“You’re teasing me.”
Not intentionally. If he let himself go full throttle he’d come at her like a ballistic missile. But maybe he could let go a little more.
“Sorry. I didn’t know.” Leaning over her again, he pressed his mouth to hers, this time shutting his eyes and letting the sensations lead.
Her grip on his hair loosened to a slow stroke down his neck as he gently moved his tongue over hers. That little touch sent his muscles on an avalanche of pleasure, threatening his hold on his composure.
Her body lifted, arching into him as he teased his tongue with hers.
A fire lit beneath his skin, burning from the inside out as she tightened her grip on his shoulders.
He was abundantly hard and there was no hiding it in their position, especially as her knee hooked over his hip, pulling him against her body.
He sank into her and immediately pulled back. “Am I hurting you?”
“No. I want more.”
A slow throb pumped through his brain as her words sank in. Panting, he nuzzled her jaw. “I … I can do more.” He hoped.
Finding her lush mouth again, his entire body trembled. Meeting her halfway, he tasted her mouth. Sweet mother of God, he could die like this.
As her body arched again, he pressed into her, shivering at the relief that came with the slight friction.
Her kisses turned hungry, almost greedy as she took as good as she gave.
Losing sight of their surroundings, he gave in to the unparalleled thrill of pressing his body to hers.
Need built to an unmanageable degree as he dragged his fingers through her hair and rocked his body against the heat of hers.
Throaty moans vibrated from her the longer they kissed. Every press of her nails through the fabric of his shirt delivered a carnal sting. Though they were hardly moving, he was winded, panting with the desire for more.
Ripping his mouth away, he caught his breath. He was going to explode.
“Everything okay?”
“Yes,” he panted, blinking at the familiar surroundings from an angle he’d never occupied. They were twisted in his covers, her hair a curtain of black waves across his pillows, rippling like an ocean under the night sky. And he was about to come. “Maybe we should slow down.”
“We’re only kissing.”
Glancing away, he confessed, “It feels like more.”
Despite her agreeability, he didn’t want to spoil their connection. Sitting back, he covered his lap with a pillow, painfully aware of how flushed his face must be. She slowly sat up and folded her hands on her thighs.
Shy? That was new for her—at least to him. Unsure if he’d offended her, he asked, “Are you all right?”
“Yes.” Her lashes lifted, showing him the softest view of temptation he’d ever witnessed first-hand.
They needed a distraction. “We should finish the movie. You have six more to get through.”
Nodding, she scooted back to the pillows as he searched for the remote. Once he found it, he hit play.
She laced her fingers with his. Warmth settled over him as an unfamiliar sense of contentment—no, happiness—blanketed him.