because—oh!” He grinned down at me like the devil himself when he shifted his hips to just the right place. His movement was slow, practised. Really well practised, I told myself. Remember that. But sensible thoughts flew away like leaves in the wind. I had all my clothes on, but somehow, this was the hottest thing I’d ever done.
His lips were on mine, but I hardly felt them as he kept shifting. He hummed in appreciation when my thighs fell open, letting him move in closer, but I could no more hold him back than I could the tide. Because that’s what it was. My skin tingled everywhere, like he’d been licking, stroking it for hours. My nipples could have burned holes in my boring greige bra.
My back arched, to make more contact with that rigid chest. That just opened up my pelvis further, pushing him up harder against my clit, something that had begun to pulse sulkily in response to the rocking motion. “Mm…” he hummed, tasting my gasps, one hand pinning me to the bed, the other sliding up my shirt. He dropped gentle kisses along my not so taut stomach, but the careful reverence with which he moved indicated he didn’t care. My hand went to his hair, but I wasn’t sure if I should stop him or push his head lower.
He took the choice away from me, looking up the line of my body at me, giving me that lazy smile of his. He was a shadow, blocking out the artificial light as he loomed above me, and there was a question in his eyes as his hands went back to my shirt. He pushed it slowly upwards, then stopped.
“Yes or no, Shan?”
“Yes or no, what?” I asked, fighting to clear my head. “You said we weren’t having sex.”
“And we’re not. You’ll need to talk to Mum and the girls before we go too far.”
“Um…what?”
He leaned down to drug me with those slow, soft kisses of his, but I held him off. He could have pushed past my grip easily, but he stayed where he was, a shit-eating grin on his face.
“Your mum.”
“Yes.”
“And Jaz.”
“Probably.”
“Are you fucking serious? Like what kind of freaking crazypants family do you have? Did all your sexual partners have to have a little chat before they got their hands on little Jai?”
“Not so little,” he said with a jerk of his hips.
Damn, he was right there. I looked him over speculatively.
“No,” I agreed, “but I didn’t talk to them the last time.”
“Because this is different. You’re my mate, Shan. Things are gonna change.”
“What? How? What—”
He stopped my questions with that wicked mouth of his, then waited until I was panting before pulling back.
“You want answers? Let me show you.”
He waited for several heartbeats, watching my eyes go wide as he pushed my shirt up and over my breasts, then my bra was tugged down until my nipples were bared, pulling tight in the cool air and under his burning gaze.
“So beautiful…” he hissed, then swiped the flat of his tongue up and over one peak.
Jeeesus. I’d heard plenty of stories about Jai’s proficiency in the bedroom, read scrawled odes to his cock on the stall in the ladies’ toilets, but those women needed to develop their vocabulary. It was like I could feel every little studded taste bud on his tongue softly abrading my skin, sensitising it and making it ache. I felt his chuckle as I grabbed the back of his head, not letting him pull away, but he had no intention of doing so.
His cunning tongue traced the circle of my areola, moving in increasing smaller rotations, my fingers tightening until I pulled at his scalp, until flick. He sent the aching tip bouncing, then just as I gasped, pulled my nipple into his mouth.
I must have hurt him, as my fingers turned to claws and raked across his scalp and shoulders so hard that he pulled away, rearing up, but he grinned. “That’s right,” he said, reaching for my hand and dragging the nails across his chest, leaving reddish lines in their wake. “Mark me. Make me yours.”
And that’s where things got a little savage. The rabbit had teeth apparently, if you got her hot and bothered enough. Jai feasted on my body, sucking one aching breast and then the other, until I was letting out long drawn out growls, my nails clogged with his skin.
“Now you’re gonna see,” he said, pulling away, walking his fingers down my stomach