Page 54 of Follow Your Bliss

I bent his arm, making him flex his bicep. “You should get one on your giant bicep. Look at this thing.” I squeezed it. “It’s as big as my head.”

He chuckled. “It’s not as big as your head.”

“Seriously! Look at it next to mine.” I held my arm against his to show the drastic difference.

“I’m just bigger than you.” He put his palm out toward me, and I placed my small hand against his big one. “I’m pretty big.”

I snorted. “I bet you are.”

His deep chuckle made me shiver. “I mean that’s what people say, right? I feel like you’d know the answer to that. I watched your videos, and I’m reading this book, but I haven’t learned yet if hand size also correlates to clit size.”

I giggled and moved closer. On the TV, Obi-Wan was trying to goad Luke into action. But I couldn’t pull my eyes away from Jason’s. “I don’t know about that.”

He shrugged. “If it’s that much like a penis.”

“Sounds like you’re learning a lot.” I placed a kiss right at the corner of his mouth.

His eyes sparkled as he cupped my face and moved closer. “I am. Thank you for educating me.”

I rubbed my lips lightly over his. “I’m always happy to share what I know about sex with…interested parties.”

“Oh, I’m interested.” He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, and all talk of the rebellion was forgotten. His hand tangled in my hair, his kisses soft, perfect.

I grasped his shoulders and pulled him down on top of me. I wanted him to crush me and fill me. His mouth burned kisses down my neck, and I lifted my knee, letting my skirt slip up my thigh.

“Truth or dare?” I whispered.

He captured my lips again. “Truth.”

I swept my tongue into his delicious mouth, slipping my hand under his shirt and along the smooth, hard muscles of his waist. “What do you want to do to me?” I whispered against his lips.

He groaned into the kiss. “Rose, I’m not sure I’m ready…to do more than kissing.”

Our mouths parted with a smack, and I pulled away. “Oh. You don’t want to?”

“Hell yeah, I want to. But…” He sat up. Oh—hehadbeen holding his hips away from me.

I pulled my hands out from under his shirt and sat up too, my cheeks heating. “Oh. Oh yeah.” Why was he being celibate again? Because in my mind, this was going straight into the bedroom. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to be sorry.I’msorry. Iwantto do more with you.Fuck.” He pressed his forehead to mine and ran his hands up my arms. “You’re the most beautiful, the sexiest woman I’ve ever known, and I want to doeverythingwith you, but…” He pulled back and pushed my hair away from my face, searching my eyes. “I really, really like you, Rose. I’m afraid of moving too fast. I don’t want to mess this up.”

“Okay.” I nodded, almost dizzy with desire. Thrilled that he wanted me too, but half impressed and half confused by his restraint. “I respect that.” I nipped at his lip and dragged my fingertips just inside the waistband of his shorts. “But so you know, you could totally hit this right now, if you wanted to.”

He closed his eyes and groaned. “I’ll take that under advisement.” He laid a single, gentle kiss at each corner of my mouth. “But I love kissing you. Is that okay?”

“Definitely.” I dove back in for more, and he eagerly resumed exploring my neck with his mouth. I hadn’t only made out with a man in a very long time, and never without knowing it could lead to more. But oh, the kissing was divine. His hand caressed my face, my back, laid flat on my bare chest above my dress. I ran my hand up under his shirt, up his chest. “Your body is so beautiful,” I murmured.

“Me?” He kissed my lips and trailed his fingers down to the neckline of my strapless sundress, dipping his finger just inside to run along the upper curve of my breast. “You’re like a goddess,” he murmured into my lips. His kisses traveled down my neck, and he skimmed his tongue across my collarbone, making me whimper. “You’re the Platonic ideal of a beautiful woman.”

I moaned into a giggle, rubbing the back of his neck and down. “You’re beingverygenerous, but I don’t think what we’re doing qualifies as platonic.”

“Greek philosopher—theory of forms. I’m too goddamned turned on to explain.”

I grinned wickedly. “Then let’s play more Truth or Dare.”

He stopped kissing me to gaze at me with narrowed, hazy eyes. “Don’t think I don’t see what you’re doing.”

“Who, me?” I asked innocently, scritching my fingernails gently through his whiskers. “I’m just having fun.”

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