Chapter Twenty-Seven #2
But I do. Oh, do I ever. I can feel how much he needs me—how much he wants me. He’s growing against my leg as his hands trace the curves of my body as he splays me out on the thick rug underneath me.
“I think I have an idea,” I breathe out, watching as lust completely takes over his face.
It’s hot, knowing that I’m doing that to him.
His voice is gravelly this time. “I’m going to be honest with you. If I start something, I don’t think I can stop. That’s how badly I want this. But if you’re not ready, or you don’t want to—”
I arch up into him, so his hard length brushes against my core.
“I want this,” I tell him with a shaky breath.
“I want this, Bodhi. I’m not sure I’ve wanted anything more.
I’ve thought about this since the night at the bar, and a lot of nights when I was alone and sad and needing something that I wasn’t… that I couldn’t get anywhere else.”
The soft cuss from him sounds like a whispered prayer somehow, and his body reacts to my words in a way that I can feel.
He cages me in, his mouth hovering above mine and the tips of our noses touching.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I plan on making sure you know how grateful I am every chance I can get. ”
I lift my head to brush my lips against his. It’s chaste. Brief. But the gesture seems to soften him, easing his body into me until my arms slowly wrap around his neck the same way his body molds against mine.
“You should know something,” I say, barely recognizing my voice. “I haven’t done this a lot. I meant what I said about being inexperienced. So if there’s anything you like—”
“Baby,” he says against my lips, using his arms to prop himself up to look down at me. “It’s not just about me. You need to tell me what you like. What you don’t like. That’s important.”
I wet my lips. Then I feel embarrassed all over again. “What if I don’t know what I want?”
It doesn’t seem to deter him. “Then we’ll figure it out. Together.”
Does he have to be so perfect? “You said something…” I suck in a breath, unsure if I have the courage to say it. To ask him for it. “It’s something I haven’t done yet.”
Interest peaks in his eyes. “What, honey?”
I nibble on my bottom lip, squirming under him and feeling his cock brush against my inner thigh. It sends fire shooting down my legs. “I’ve never had someone…” My eyes go to his mouth, and my face grows red as I clench my thighs together to alleviate the need between them.
His fingers comb through my hair. “Talk to me.”
I close my eyes, realizing I’m going to have to say it. Since when am I a prude? I may not be the most sexual person on the planet, but that doesn’t mean I’m opposed to…doing things.
God. I even sound like a prude.
“I’ve never had anyone…taste me the way you said you wanted to,” I admit, nibbling on my bottom lip.
The second he understands what I mean, I can feel him get harder. “Christ,” he whispers under his breath, kissing me again. It’s deep and sensual and doesn’t last nearly as long as I want it to. “Do you want me to eat your pussy, baby?”
An instant surge of arousal surges through my body and dampens my panties. Say it, a much more unabashed version of me beckons.
My fingers grip his shoulders, kneading the muscles there. “Yes.”
His eyes flash, and a hungry look fills his eyes as his hands drop to the hem of my jeans to undo the button. “You never have to ask me twice for that.”
Bodhi doesn’t hesitate to pop the button open and pull the zipper down before tugging the denim off my thighs.
What normally takes me forever trying to get on takes him no time at all to strip off.
It’s not a rushed moment, but one full of eagerness as his eyes find the plain cotton of my panties that I really wish I would have changed for something nicer.
He doesn’t seem to care, though. “I like these,” he says, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the underwear just above my seam.
I swear my heart threatens to burst. “I have cuter ones” is my only response, making him shake his head.
“These,” he says, almost to himself in an awed trance, “are hot.”
He traces a finger along the elastic of the that’s lined with white lace. I’m so wet right now, and there’s no hiding that from the man doing a thorough inspection of me.
“Bodhi,” I breathe out when the tip of his finger grazes me from over my panties. “I need you to touch me. Please.”
That seems to snap him out of his daze. He looks up at me with a grin before ridding me of my panties in one easy pull until I’m completely bare to him from the waist down.
Involuntarily, I try closing my thighs, but he won’t have any of it. “Don’t hide,” he coaxes, using his palms to gently open my legs. He kneads and massages the muscles of my upper thighs as he works them up, up, up, until—
His mouth descends on my pussy, and I gasp at the sensation of his tongue on my clit as he licks me.
And the groan he releases into me vibrates the button of nerves that sends shockwaves through my body.
“You.” Lick.
“Taste.” Suck.
“So fucking.” His tongue teases my entrance.
“Good,” he growls before easing the tip of his tongue inside of me as his thumb circles the nerves firing on all cylinders.
The sensation is too much, and I come before I even realize what’s happening. My legs close around his head as my fingers go to his hair, fisting the strands and probably pulling harder than I should be.
But Bodhi doesn’t act like he cares.
When I look down, he’s all but humping the floor for friction against his cock that’s tenting his jeans more than a few minutes ago.
There are soft cusses being spoken that I don’t realize are from me until I feel him chuckle against my inner thigh where he’s pecking a trail of kisses.
They’re soft and loving and melt my body into the carpet as I close my eyes and catch my breath.
“I’ve never come that fast in my life,” I finally whisper loud enough for him to hear.
“I’m going to do that again,” he promises, his voice gruff when he speaks again. “I’m going to do being that a lot, honey. I might even wake you up in the morning with my face in your cunt.”
If it’s possible, I’m even wetter than before from the thought of his head buried between my legs. “Bodhi,” I choke out, trying to tug him up. “I want you inside me. Please?”
He lets me pull him toward my face, and I close the distance between our mouths until I taste myself on him. It’s him who breaks away first, settling his hips between the opening of my legs and looking down at me.
“Before we do this,” he says against my lips, making me whine in protest. “I need to talk to you about something.”
Inside, I’m groaning. Because I don’t want to talk. I want to do anything but that. “If this is about consent, I totally consent to anything you want to do to me. In fact, I may combust if we don’t have sex, Bodhi. I’m not kidding.”
A light huff comes from him as he brushes frizzy hair away from my face. “Anything is a very dangerous offer, Honor.”
I clench my legs around him involuntarily. “I think it sounds great right about now.”
His lips curl higher at the corners as if he agrees. But he doesn’t say so. “I got a job offer.”
Everything stops. “O-Okay.”
“It’s in Connecticut,” he explains softly, his thumb caressing my jaw. “Your father actually brought it up to me. It’s a coaching gig for a brand-new team.”
My father brought it up? “Wow. Okay.” I swallow, absorbing the information. “When did you find out about this?”
Guilt flashes in his eyes. “Earlier this week. I wanted to think about it, but something I realized is that I can’t make a decision without you.”
My eyes widen as I squirm a little beneath him. It makes me rub against him in a way that sparks the need still deep inside my core. “Me?”
He nods. “Yeah, honey. You. I need to know what you think. Because I want you in my life. I want you by my side. I want us. And I think you want that too.”
He thought about me.
Max would have decided something like this without me.
He would have told me we were moving and wouldn’t have given me the opportunity to think about it.
And the sad part? I always went along with whatever he wanted just…
because. Not because I wanted it, but because I didn’t let myself think about how I didn’t want it.
Bodhi is letting me choose. Better than that. He’s letting me be part of the conversation.
“God, you’re…” I shake my head and move my hand to cup his jaw. “You’re really something.”
His face settles into my face. “Is that a good thing? I can’t tell.”
I laugh lightly. “It is. You make me happy.”
His smile comes easily, and it transforms his face.
“You make me happy too. That’s why I want you to tell me what you think.
We wouldn’t be far from your family. You could visit them if you wanted to.
Gemma would have to switch schools if she lived with us, but I think we could handle it as a team.
And her grandparents would be even closer than they are now—right over the border, so they wouldn’t need to move and could still have her part time if they wanted to. I think it—”
“Bodhi,” I say with a laugh, pressing the pad of my thumb against his lips. “Can I speak?”
He moves his head up and down, letting my thumb brush against his lower lip.
I say one word. “Yes.”
His eyes flare. “Yes?”
I nod. “If this is what you want, then yes. Because I want it too. To be part of a family. To be part of your family.”
He inhales slowly, as if he’s somehow mesmerized by my response. “You have no idea how nervous I’ve been feeling over this.”