“You need a hand with that?”
“Nah, I’ve got it. I just—” I cut myself off, stabbing buttons like an idiot.
Yosh crawls off the bed and plants himself behind me. His hands land on my shoulders, kneading my muscles.
“Hey, relax. You’re all tense.”
He takes the remote from my hand, clicking the AC on with a single press. Of course, the thing kicks in.
“See? Easy,” he grins. “Now come back to bed.”
That makes me turn around.
Yosh has his eyes fixed on me, daring me forward. As I step closer, he retreats until the back of his legs hit the mattress.
“You’re still wearing too much,” he says.
“So are you.”
He glances down at his socks, reaching for them. I catch his wrist.
“Leave them on. They make you look slutty.”
A flash of eye contact. His fingers glide under my shirt, helping me take it off.
“Come here,” he says, voice warm and flirty, tugging me closer by the chain around my neck.
“How bad do you want me, huh?” I shove him back on the bed, crawl onto his lap, crushing my mouth to his in a greedy kiss. His hands skim my stomach, sliding over my hips, dragging up my sides. He can’t decide where to grab me first. He wants it all too fast, too badly.
“Are you loyal?” He moans the question against my lips.
I roll my hips, grinding against his cock, short bursts of pressure and release making us both gasp. He chases my mouth, we crash into a violent kiss.
“I’m loyal to you, love. I’m fucking yours.”
I slam him flat onto the mattress. Then I dip down and devour his mouth, showing him exactly what I am.
His. All the way.
“God, you always taste like trouble, Sapphire.”
“You knew exactly what I was the second I walked in your life. And you still want me.”
“How could I not?”
Like a horny kitty he rolls onto his stomach, hips tilting back, aching and begging
I kneel between his legs, letting my eyes follow the shape of his body. Every muscle looks built to be touched by me, every line dares me to follow it with my hands. I’ve never wanted a man like this before, and it’s wrecking me. I want him so fucking bad. Just watching him increases my saliva production.
A twitch. Right there in his left foot. He’s getting restless.
“Getting impatient? It’s just you and me, baby. We’ve got all night.”
I kiss the dimple in his spine, provoking a reaction in his chest. All that meditation, but he can’t control his lungs when he likes something.
He pretends to be relaxed, I know better. I count rhythm for a living, so I can hear each irregularity. Even the smallest changes.
My lips kiss their way down his spine, slowing the closer I get to his tailbone.
