“This is in Japanese, Aubrey.”
“Subtitles?” I tilted my head from lying against him to see him staring at me. “What? Maybe I’d like to pick up a few words.”
“Why’s that?”
My heart did a little flutter. “Because you speak it.”
He smiled.
“And because you sound so freaking hot doing so.”
Jun slid his fingers through my hair and spoke something in Japanese in his deep, powerful voice.
Gay baby-making mode, activate!
“Oh my God, you tease,” I said, sitting up to look at him better. “What’d you say?”
He kept a straight face. “Where’s the toilet.”
“What? You did not!”
“Sure I did.Toiremeans toilet.”
I smacked his arm lightly. “You’re an ass!”
Jun chuckled. “Sorry.”
I got up on my knees and swung one leg over Jun, settling on his lap. I slid my arms over his shoulders and rested them on the back of the couch. He dropped the remote to the cushion and put his hands on my hips. I curled one hand into his stylish hair. I liked guys with hair long enough to grip, and judging by the quiet gasp Jun made, he enjoyed being on the receiving end of that. I gave the handful a tug, just to test the waters, and his lips parted.
Now that was an invitation if there ever was one.
But Jun’s hands grabbed the bottom of my T-shirt before I had a chance to claim his mouth, and he pushed the clothing up. His hands on my bare skin were like fire. He drew the shirt up to my nipples and then dragged his fingertips across the piercings.
I made a groan that sounded every bit of the two years I hadn’t been getting any. “Jesus,” I said, drawing it out into syllables that didn’t exist.
Jun flicked each of them again. “I like these,” he whispered.
Good. They were totally worth every penny.
He didn’t do anything else after that, just moved his palms up and down my sides. Jun had sort of hinted over our daily phone calls that he wasn’t exactly an instigator in bed, but he never came out and said it. I’d been blunt about holding hands and us dating, because I suspected that if I was straightforward with Jun, he’d act. It really boiled down to that he simply never made the first move.
And here was the thing I was beginning to suspect about Jun. Like me, he was probably a little nervous about our first time together, but I didn’t think there was any sort of wall that needed to be broken down with him. He could flirt and tease and show affection, no problem. I was pretty sure he just got off on being told what to do in bed. Whether he topped or I did wasn’t important; being ordered was what he liked. Jun was always in command at work, so maybe he found it relaxing when, at home, someone else took the lead.
And it was new territory to me, but hey, I was more than happy to expand my horizons. The idea of telling a hotshot FBI agent what to do was sort of turning me on anyway.
“Jun?”
“Hmm?”
“Lick my nipples.”
His eyes widened slightly behind his glasses, and I caught a tiny intake of air. Oh yeah—that wassowhat he wanted. Jun took my hips again and leaned forward. His pink tongue slipped from between his lips, and then there it was, wet and warm, lavishing my piercings. He kissed and licked and used his tongue to toy with the barbell. I gripped the back of his head with both hands to keep Jun from moving away. He groaned in response and slid his hands lower, moving around to my back.
“Touch my ass,” I ordered, although I sort of lost the commanding tone because whatever the fuck he was doing with his tongue was going to make me shoot in about ten seconds.
Jun obeyed, his hands moving to hold my cheeks, kneading through my jeans.
Yeah, I could get into this real fast.
