“Yeah?”
“We have to talk about something,” I said, thinking perhaps I should share my virginal status. It might turn him off and, if that was the case then I had nothing to lose because, if it did, and he didn’t understand, then I didn’t want to be with him anyway. If it didn’t turn him off, it might make things go easier for the both of us.
His head came up and he looked at me, his lips stil turned up at the ends.
“Princess,” he pressed his hips into me at the same time his hand pul ed mine to him and I felt his hardness. It freaked me out and made my bel y flutter at the same time.
“The time to talk was at dinner.”
I opened my mouth to say something but he kissed me again, lots of tongue, his other hand going up my shirt and sliding along the skin at my back. It felt good, good enough for me to go with it.
He ended the deep kiss and kissed me lightly, once, twice, again and I pul ed the ponytail out of his hair and slid my fingers in. His hair was silky thick and that felt good too.
my fingers in. His hair was silky thick and that felt good too.
“Vance, seriously –” I whispered, my fingers tangled in his hair then I lost my train of thought when his hand came out of my pants. He pul ed away and then both hands slipped my t-shirt up. My fingers untangled from his hair, my arms rose with the t-shirt and then it was gone.
Um…
Yikes.
“Two seconds,” I said, beginning to feel the edge of desperation.
He wasn’t listening to me; he was staring at my body.
One of his arms held the bottom half of me to him at my waist while his other hand explored my side, my ribcage and then up. He cupped my breast over the bra, his eyes watching his hand then the tips of his fingers traced the lace across my breast.
My desperation disintegrated and with it my ability to breathe in a normal rhythm.
Al right, wel , whatever. So he discovered I was a virgin at the last possible second. Who cared? People were starving in Africa; there were bigger things to worry about.
But I’d worry about them later.
I leaned into him, pressing myself against him with his hand between us at my breast and I kissed him.
May was right; people had been doing this for ages and instinct kicked in. It went from slow and sweet to hot and hungry in a flash.
Our lips disengaged, my mouth moved along his jaw, my tongue tasting under his ear. I put my hands in his jacket, pushed it off his shoulders and it dropped to the floor. Then I did the same as he did with my t-shirt and tugged off his turtleneck.
“Dear Christ,” I whispered when I caught a look at his chest and abs, his stomach muscles tight and defined, “maybe I will work with Luke and Mace if I can get as ripped as you.”
He pul ed me into him then his hands began roaming my skin and his mouth went to my neck.
“Jules?” he cal ed there and a thril shivered across my skin at his voice vibrating against my neck.
“Mm?” My hand had moved between us, fingertips exploring the ridges of his abs. I felt them tighten at my touch and, at his reflex, a pleasant jolt shot between my legs.
“Not a good idea to mention Luke and Mace right now.”
“Oh,” I muttered, my fingers halting and I felt like an idiot,
“sorry.”
He kissed me again, I forgot about feeling like an idiot when he pul ed his hips back and undid my pants. He pushed them down my hips and they fel away. Before I could feel weird about standing in my living room in nothing but underwear and high heels, his arm went around my waist and he lifted me clear of my slacks and set me down, leaned back and looked at me, ful -body.
That’s when I started to feel weird about standing in my living room in nothing but underwear and high heels.
This lasted two seconds then he yanked me into him, my body slammed against his and he kissed me again, hotter and hungrier than he’d ever kissed me before. Then with and hungrier than he’d ever kissed me before. Then with light kisses and hands sliding down my ass, he walked me back, toward the couch.
“You do anything to change your body, I’l shackle you to the bed,” he murmured against my mouth.
“Real y?” I asked, just because I felt what he said needed a response. I was too occupied by trying to figure out how I could get his pants off to care about his answer.
“Why does it take superhuman effort to get anything out of you but while we’re havin’ sex, you won’t shut up?” The backs of my legs hit the couch and I went down.
Vance came down on top of me. His weight and warmth felt good and I put my arms around him and looked at him.
“You were the one who said something.”
“Shut up, Jules.”
I rol ed my eyes.
He grinned at me and moved partial y to the side.
Then al of a sudden his hand slid down my bel y and I felt his fingers press between my legs. This invasion came quickly and I probably should have been shocked. Instead it felt good, so good, my hips bucked involuntarily and my lips parted.