Chapter 20
Chapter
Twenty
Jayne
Bodi and I jump apart as Vik stands in the doorway blinking.
“Shit!” He mutters something in Russian before spinning around and walking right back out, closing the door behind him with a resounding click.
It takes a moment to sink in, and then I snicker.
“Jesus.” Bodi shakes his head. “He’s never come in before. Ever. Let me go make sure everything is okay—don’t go anywhere.”
“I’ll be right here.” I watch him adjust his groin area before walking out of the bedroom and I can’t help but smile.
I did that to him. And he did the female equivalent to me. I can’t remember ever being so aroused. The feel of his hands on my skin was heavenly and I’m practically breathless as I wait for him to come back.
It’s only a couple of minutes before he returns, closing and locking the door behind him as he flips off the light switch.
“Everything okay?” I ask.
“He needs to talk to me about something but said it can wait. He asked me to apologize for him. I’ve never had anyone over before, so he didn’t even think before coming in.
I guess it didn’t occur to him I might be jerking off or something.
” He sinks down on the bed beside me with a grin. “Now, where were we?”
“I think you were kissing me.”
Strips of moonlight come through the windows, making shadows on the bed, but all I see is Bodi. Blue eyes glistening in the faint light. Smiling as he runs his knuckles along my cheek. “You’re gorgeous, Jayne. Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”
“Believe me, it’s mutual.”
“Good to know.” He brushes my hair out of my eyes, but then just sits there, studying my face intently.
“What?” I ask, a little self-conscious at the strength of his gaze.
“You’re just so pretty. I haven’t had a chance to really look into your eyes because of your glasses, and I’m mesmerized.”
“I like looking at you too. Your eyes are so blue…like the Mediterranean.”
“Climb back on my lap, baby.” His voice is gruff, sending little shocks of pleasure through me. I slip off my sandals and start to get on his lap but he stops me. “Straddle me.”
I move against him, knees bent, the insides of my thighs pressing against his hips, and my core settles against his very hard erection. It feels amazing.
“Just like that.” He uses both hands to cup my face and then dips his mouth to mine.
Tongues dueling, lips fused, bodies pressed together, I’m immediately swept away, yearning for more.
“No pressure, baby,” he whispers between kisses.
Those three words fill me with anticipation, despite what he said.
I know he’ll stop if I want him to—but I don’t.
Sex wasn’t on my radar at first, not really, but now that he’s touching me, it would take a force of nature to stop the direction this is heading.
“We can go as far as you’re comfortable.”
“I trust you, Bodi. And I want this. Just…condoms? I’m not protected right now.”
“I always use them. Always. We’ll be careful.”
“Okay.”
His hands roam down my neck, along my shoulders and then along the line of my arms. One finger teases the hem of my blouse and slips beneath.
My eyes close, pleasure washing over me as goose bumps break out all over my skin.
I can’t remember the last time someone caressed me so sensually.
Just one finger, tracing lines on my skin without tickling me.
I want him even closer and I grind against him.
“Do you like that, baby?”
“So much.”
He splays his hand on my back and then slides up to my bra strap. “Can I unhook this?”
“Yes.”
Please.
Deft fingers make short work of it and it pops open, releasing my breasts.
Normally I would worry about them sagging a little because they’re big, but right now all I can think about is how it feels to be this close to the most gorgeous man I’ve ever met.
I never even fantasized about someone as hot as Bodi.
His hands move to my sides as he whispers, “Lift your arms.”
They go up automatically and I’m momentarily disoriented as the shirt catches on my chin. Then it’s up and over my head, discarded behind us. It’s instinct to move and cover my breasts but he stops me.
“No. Let me take this the rest of the way off.” His touch is gentle as he peels the straps of my bra from my shoulders. “Ah, fuck, Jayne, they’re perfect.” Before I can react to that statement, he drops his head and nuzzles my breasts.
Heat sears my skin and my head falls back of its own volition. The scruff from his five o’clock shadow tickles my skin but it’s erotic at the same time.
“Fuck, I love this.” He lifts my breasts with his hands and then sucks one nipple into his mouth. His touch is light but the pressure is strong, and a gasp leaves me.
“Too much?” he asks.
“N-no…just caught me off-guard.”
“Relax and enjoy the ride, baby. This is going to be good.”
Of that, I have no doubt.
He suckles one breast for a while, kneading and lightly pinching the other before switching. My breasts have always been sensitive but never in a good way—until now. Everything he does sets me on fire, arousal pooling between my legs.
“Bodi, please…”
“Don’t rush me,” he murmurs. “I need to kiss and touch every inch of you before I fuck you.”
Instead of making me uncomfortable the way it has in the past, his dirty words just add fuel to the inferno already raging between my legs.
“Please, just, let me touch you too…” I moan, running my hands under his shirt.
Without hesitation, he yanks it over his head and the view is magnificent. Even in the semi-darkness with me half on top of him, I can see the muscles rippling in his chest. His abdomen. Jesus, he’s incredible.
I run my fingers across his chest, flicking my thumbs across his nipples a few times.
“I wasn’t finished with you,” he grunts.
Before I realize what’s happening, he lifts to his feet—holding me by my ass—and moves around to dump me on the bed.
“Pants,” he says gruffly.
I scramble to unzip them and he reaches down, essentially yanking them off in one smooth motion.
Holy shit, I’m on Bodi’s bed wearing nothing but a pair of thong panties and he’s staring at me like I’m a smorgasbord and he hasn’t eaten in a year.
“Fuck, baby, you’re beautiful.” He slides down his khakis without taking his eyes off of me.
“Condoms,” I whisper.
“Right.” He reaches into a bedside table drawer and yanks out a few, dropping them on the bed next to me. Then he slides down his boxers and—holy crap.
Definitely bigger than anyone I’ve been with before, but not porn star big, which is a relief.
“There are so many things I want to do to you,” he murmurs, continuing to stare. “I don’t even know where to start.”
“Pick one,” I say, holding out my arms. “Just keep kissing and touching me.”
He kneels in front of me and uses his hands to knead my breasts. “I’m going to really enjoy these,” he says. “So sweet and sensitive—next time, I’m going to make you come just sucking on them.”
I squirm just thinking about it.
“Bodi…”
“I’m right here, baby.” He hooks his forefingers into the sides of my thong and starts sliding them down. One excruciating inch at a time. I raise my hips to make it easier for him but he still doesn’t rush, eyes trained on my torso.
I want to be self-conscious but somehow can’t muster up the energy. Being together like this is intoxicating, the look in his eyes smoldering.
I arch my body up, anxious for more contact, more friction, more everything.
Without a word, he moves over me and covers my body with his. He’s strong and heavy, but in a good way. I feel safe and warm…and wanted. Like he doesn’t want to be anywhere else, with anyone else, doing anything else.
“You sure about this, babe?”
“Oh, yes.” I watch in fascination as he leans to one side to roll the condom on.
Then his bulk is pressing me into the mattress, lips finding mine hungrily. The hair on his chest lightly tickles my breasts, but all I can think about is having him inside me. I spread my legs and he settles between them, using one hand to position himself at my dripping entrance.
“You’re so wet,” he moans, dropping his forehead to mine.
“I need you, Bodi.” My voice sounds a little whiny but I don’t care. If he doesn’t do it soon, I’m going to combust on the spot.
The head of his cock nudges my entrance, and he presses in using restraint that’s impressive.
He fills me slowly, eyes boring into mine the whole time, and I open to take every inch.
He’s powerful, all man, and I’ve never been this mesmerized during sex.
Or ever. It’s not just the physical connection but the way he makes me feel—like I’m the only thing in the world right now.
“Jesus, woman, your pussy was made just for me.”
God, I love hearing that, and my body reacts all on its own.
He thrusts in and pulls out, eyes still not leaving mine, and my world is reduced to nothing but this. Him. Us.
“Damn, baby, this is so God damn good.”
He’s not kidding—I’ve never felt so well-fucked. Or so adored.
And we’re just getting started.
Best of all, as I stare into his beautiful blue eyes, the connection between us is both undeniable and unexpected. Intercourse has never had this effect on me but making love with Bodi grounds me in a way nothing else ever has.
Like this is where I’m supposed to be—and exactly who I’m supposed to be with.