Girl Gone Viral (Modern Love #2)(80)

He automatically grasped her round hips. Her skin was warm and soft under the thin cotton of her pants. “I’m sorry terrible things happened to you.”

The kiss was soft and sweet, and so was her embrace. “I should tell you,” he whispered into her mouth. “I was so busy getting hay, I forgot to go to the pharmacy.”

She closed her eyes and gave a helpless laugh. “Oh my God. Jas.”

“I know.”

Katrina grasped his face between her hands. “Are we ever going to get to penetration!”

“Probably not, if you call it penetration ever again. Least sexy word ever.”

She collapsed against his chest, giggling. “Okay. You know what? This is kind of great. I never had that fumbling around period as a teen or young adult. I’ll have it now. We’ll thoroughly explore the bases.”

That sounded fine to him, though he made about ten mental notes to pick up the damn condoms tomorrow. “Amazing.”

“We’ll make it amazing.” A kiss fell on his forehead. “And hot.” Another on his nose. “It’ll be sexier than penetration.”

He made a face at the word. She laughed. “I have an idea. Can we try something?”

Uh, yeah, he was game for anything. He was hard simply being this close to her. “Whatever you’d like. You can run the show, if you want.”

Her hands fluttered over his shoulders, then rested there. “Good.”

His toes curled when her lips settled on his, sipping away. The kiss was soft and tentative, and he leaned back until he rested against the headboard, to give her more room.

Out of politeness, Jas tried to keep his erection from pressing into her, but she sought it out, squirming against him. He captured her exhalation and gave it back to her. The kiss turned deeper, more intense, her tongue flirting against his lips. He returned the caress, and she sucked at his tongue.

She pulled away, and he flexed his fingers on her hips. “What do you want?” she whispered.

“Whatever you’d like,” he repeated.

She sat back on her heels. “No. Tell me what you want.”

“I want . . .” He didn’t know what answer she was looking for. “I want to make you happy.”

She huffed out a laugh that sounded vaguely exasperated. “Without turning it around to me, tell me what I could do that would bring you pleasure.”

He almost said anything, but that would probably annoy her, even if it was true. “Can you take your top off?”

“Yes. Good start.” She crossed her arms in front of her and grasped the hem of her tank top. The frothy, useless piece of cotton landed somewhere in the room, and he was faced with her breasts.

He couldn’t help but stare. They were so lovely, the skin here a lighter golden brown than the rest of her body, her brown areolas large and puffy. He cupped the heavy fullness in his palms and traced a silver stretch mark. “Pretty,” he managed.

“What do you want to do with them?”

He’d never heard that tone from her, that seductive purr. “Everything.” Was he going to be reduced to cavemanlike one word sentences? He ran his thumbs over her nipples, cataloguing the way she shuddered. “I want to play with these. Lick them.”

She slid her hands around his neck, and this time it was he who shuddered when she dug her fingers into the muscle there. “Do it, then.”

He might have been embarrassed by how fast he snatched her closer and buried his face between her breasts, had her long moan not told him how much she liked it. He ran his tongue over one of her nipples while he played with the other.

She wiggled up until her bottom rested right on his crotch. Without his urging, her hips moved in a circle and he gasped and came up for air. “Don’t . . . yes.”

“Which is it?” Another circle, their hottest parts separated only by a few layers of cotton.

That purr. “Yes. Keep doing that.” The tease was more exciting than he could have imagined.

She pressed hot, wet kisses against his neck, moving up to capture his ear lobe. “What else do you want?”

There was something so insistent and serious under that purr, it jolted him out of the seductive spell. “Is something wrong?”

“No.” Her wet nipples brushed his chest when she lifted her head, and his mouth salivated. “I want you to tell me what you want. Not me. Focus on you. What do you need? What have you fantasized about doing to me?”

He opened his mouth, then closed it. What had he fantasized about doing to her? What hadn’t he fantasized about doing to her?

She wrinkled her nose, misunderstanding his silence. “Nothing?”

“No. Everything. I can’t narrow it down.”

Katrina brightened. “Ah. Well, I can work with that. Better than the alternative.” She traced her index finger over his collarbone and down his chest. “Can I tell you one of my fantasies?”

He nodded so quickly he got dizzy.

“You know the double doors on my bedroom balcony? Once I dreamt you came through them while I was sleeping and crawled into my bed. You woke me up with your mouth here.” She brought his hands up to her breasts. “And here.” She slid one of his palms down her soft belly and placed it between her legs. The cotton of her pants was damp, and grew wetter when he rubbed her through the material. “Do you want to do that someday?” she whispered. “Sneak in through my window, and lick me awake? I’d like that.”