Page 11 of When Worlds Collide
In no hurry, I remained there, panting as the world slowly came back into focus. I looked down at Jihoon, his chest heaving as he met my eyes and grinned, a languid expression that made my heart flutter.
Lazily, I trailed my fingertips up from his belly button to his ribs, tickling slightly just to see the way his muscles twitched.
“You look pleased with yourself,” he said as he danced his fingers across my thighs.
“I’m positively delighted,” I replied casually, innocently twirling my hips. Jihoon hissed, his face twisting, and I giggled.
“Cruel, beautiful woman,” he said, fixing his coffee-brown eyes on mine, which was the only warning I got before he expertly flipped us both over until I was once again beneath him. Breathlessly, I stared up at him, his inky black hair falling over his face.
“You’re not the only one who can play,” he said with a grin so wicked the Devil himself would have been proud.
I laughed and swatted at his chest. “I may be inexperienced, but even I know men can’t go again so soon.”
From one breath to the next, I went from laughing to gasping, as Jihoon did this twisty thing with his hips that thoroughly disproved that theory.
“Cheonsa, my training was extensive. You would not believe how much stamina I have.” He waggled his eyebrows at me, but there was nothing comical in the expression. “Just give me a moment to dispose of this condom, and get a fresh one.”
“You’re serious?” I stared at him like any moment he’d admit to teasing me, but if anything, his face, his eyes grew more intent, the meaning very clear.
“Oh Kaiya, I intend to welcome you to Korea very, very thoroughly.”
Holy hell.
Chapter 5
It was fully dark by the time I eventually rolled out of bed. I was so jelly-legged I knew I’d be sore in the morning, whenever that was.
Jihoon was fast asleep. I’d watched him sleep for a while afterwards. The way his eyelids twitched was fascinating to me, but I needed a shower more than I needed to stay in bed.
So, I quietly got up and moved through the bathroom to the shower I’d used just a few hours ago, and ran the water until it was as warm as I liked. I put my hair up in a messy bun and adjusted the directional spray so that I didn’t have to get my hair wet after I’d only just washed it this morning.
Stepping into that perfect stream of water had a similar effect as it had this morning. The way the temperature and pressure hit my soul at the same time… ah, bliss.
I pumped some liquid soap into my hands and began to lather, taking a moment to breathe in the refreshing scent of mandarin,and whatever else this was, closing my eyes under this full-body assault to my senses.
A shadow fell over me a second before a pair of large, warm hands stroked up my arms from my wrists to my shoulders, eliciting a smile from me as goosebumps followed the trail of his fingers.
“I didn’t mean to wake you,” I murmured, half-turning around to face him, until his hands guided me back to the direction of the shower head.
“Let me do that,” he murmured, dipping his head down low to press a chaste kiss to my temple as he pumped some soap into his hands before beginning to rub it into my shoulders. It was more massage than washing though, and without meaning to, I groaned. My head fell forward as he soothed muscles I didn’t know where aching.
Meticulously, his strong hands worked their way back down my arms, and then my hands, where he gently rubbed and washed each finger. Had I been showering alone this would have been wholly unnecessary, but when Jihoon did it, it was somehow absolutely essential.
By the time he had moved up my back, I was putty in his hands, so when his fingers gently caged my neck, rubbing delicate circles into my skin, I had completely surrendered, my head lolling to the side. He ran one big hand down my throat, while his other hand drifted further south to where he curled it around my hip, placing his palm flat against my abdomen.
I leaned back against him, lost in the sensation of his hard, warm body behind me, propping me up.
The hand that had been gently caressing my throat also took a downwards path, skimming lightly over my clavicle, fingers teasing over my chest until he was cupping my breast.
I inhaled sharply as his thumb brushed over my nipple. Jihoon pressed a kiss to my shoulder as that hand slid across to cup my other breast, his arm a band around me, while his other hand that had been on my stomach now purposefully moved further down until I gasped.
He ran his fingers down the centre of me, deftly creating a friction I at once needed more than my next breath. My hips tilted of their own accord, seeking out just the right kind of movement, but he didn’t need my help.
I shuddered as his fingers gently, but firmly began to trace circles over me, while his other hand at my breast lightly teased my nipple.
I began to pant, being pushed ever close to the edge as his fingers traced further down until one slipped inside.
He pressed a kiss to my neck, humming. “Hmm, you’re so ready for me.”
