I shook my head. "No, I don't want to stop. I just—" I inhaled and confessed. "I don't know what you like, how you like to be touched."
His face was arresting. He stared down at me as though he'd never seen me before.
"Are you worried I won't like something you do?" he asked, his hands coming to my waist to pull me closer.
I nodded.
"Would it make you feel better to know that I'm worried about the same thing?"
I leaned into him then, gasping when my skin met his. As overheated as I felt, his flesh was hotter, firmer. "You are? Why? I've liked everything so far."
Again, my face was so close to the pulse in his throat that I couldn't resist putting my mouth against it.
J.J. chuckled. "Then, you can assume I feel the same. How about we make a deal? If either of us does something that doesn't feel good, then we redirect. Show me where you want me to go. Where you want me to touch you. And I'll do the same."
"Okay," I whispered against his skin.
My nerves settled and I focused on the way he felt against me, the scent and heat of his skin.
I wanted to remember this moment, this night, for the rest of my life.
Since he'd essentially given me free rein, I traced the line of his belt from the sides of his waist to the buckle. My fingers weren't trembling as much when I slipped the leather free and opened the belt.
J.J. seemed to take that as his invitation to touch me as well. His hands cupped my breasts over my bra and I gasped as he ran his thumbs over my nipples.
This time, my fingers fumbled as I unbuttoned his pants and lowered the zipper, but I had an excuse. The way he gently kneaded my breasts was incredibly distracting...and arousing.
I hesitated once his pants were undone. I wanted to reach inside and find that intriguing hard length but I was still somewhat shy.
J.J. took that moment to slide his hands around my back and unhook my bra. It fell from my body and landed on top of the growing pile of clothes.
This time, when his hands returned to my breasts, his palms met my bare skin. I shivered violently at the intense sensation.
Dear God, I wasn't sure I could stand it.
"Redirect?" he asked.
My brain couldn't process his question at first, but when his hands stopped moving, I released my death grip on the waistband of his pants and put my palms over his.
"Don't stop," I whispered.
His thumbs moved over my bare nipples and I shivered again, but this time, he smiled.
Feeling bolder, I reached out and shoved his pants down his thighs.
I wasn't sure how it happened, but we managed to get tangled up in his pants when we worked together to remove them. We teetered next to the bed for a moment before crashing down onto the mattress in a mass of limbs and suit pants. J.J. landed on top of me and I released a laughing yelp as we collided.
I couldn't be sure, but I thought I saw a flush creep along his cheeks.
"Um," his voice cracked and he stopped to clear his throat. "I did mention it's been a while, right?"
I laughed again and pulled his head down toward mine.
I had a lot of expectations when it came to this moment, but laughter hadn't been one of them.
When our mouths met, when his weight lowered fully onto my body, I wondered if this was what laughter tasted like. The embarrassment had faded completely when J.J. raised his head again and set to work untying the knot of his pants and our legs.
After a few moments of wrestling and muttered swear words, we were both free and wearing only our underwear. Well, I was.
J.J. had taken the time to remove his when he stripped off his cursed pants and his socks.
I wanted to stare at him, to study his body, but he knelt over me and tugged my underwear from my body.
When he stretched back over me, we were both naked. His skin slid along mine, hot and smooth, but covered with a fine dusting of hair on his chest and thighs, and I wasn't sure I could handle the sensations. I'd never been skin-to-skin with a man like this before and it was amazing. Fantastic. Bliss.