Page 23 of Batty About You
Chapter Nine: Kelly and Bogdan
“Kelly.”
The way he pants my name when we’re kissing, falling through my apartment door, stumbling in with our hands desperate to touch... It wakes up things in me that I didn’t know I could feel. All the fumbling fantasies and tentative rubbing are nothing like the blast furnace of want consuming me.
“Bogdan,” I manage to reply around his kisses as I’m swept into his arms, wishing he’d hurry up and unzip me. I always thought I’d be shy about being naked with anyone, especially a man, but no. There’s no hesitation, no shyness, only safety. He’s all mine. I’m all his.
“We can wait? I don’t mind.”
“We can wait,” I repeat, while guiding his hands to my hips. “If it feels right.”
His fingers find the zipper’s base where the bodice and skirt meet. “How do you feel?”
“You tell me.” I lead one of his hands to my bare shoulder, inches from the top of my breasts. Even though he’s not even touching an erogenous zone, my nipples are so hard they hurt, and I feel like someone has hidden a vise between my legs. How can a body feel so slippery and soaking but so tight and achey all at the same time?
I always figured Bogdan and I would be equal partners in romance, like we were in friendship, but he’s being so sweetly hesitant, and I want to plow ahead. I don’t have any reservations. My hands dig into the fur at his sides, kneading my way to his waistband.
“You feel amazing,” Boggie finally answers my last challenge when our kiss breaks off so we can both suck in greedy gulps of air before it starts all over. This time, his mouth moves lower, dotting a dozen kisses on my lips, cheeks, and chin before his mouth finds my throat, and his fingers finally pull my zipper down.
The bodice of the dress sags, then falls completely, leaving me in a puddle of flounces and layers, and a strapless, balconette-style bra.
“Oh, wow. Oh, God... Kelly, you’re so beautiful.”
“And you’re handsome—yes, just like this,” I shush him before he can protest. I step out of my skirt and lead him to my bedroom. To heck with the candles and wine, to heck with any of the things I’m supposed to have. I have a ring on my finger and the man I love right next to me. “All I need is you,” I remind him when his steps slow.
“It might be easier to wait until morning.” Bogdan pulls me to a gentle stop. “Not to brag, or anything, but this form has more muscles. Density.” He coughs. Under his fur, I know he’s blushing. “Girth.”
If only he knew how often I craved something more substantial than my two fingers, skillful and soft though they are. I’d been thinking about getting a toy of some kind, but I figured, with my luck, one of my little sisters would find it on a visit.
Mom might let me get away with letting them stay up late and even watch the occasional scary movie, but if they ever told her I had “adult novelties” in my apartment...
“We don’t have to go all the way,” Bogdan suddenly offers.
“Why don’t we go slow and see how it feels?” I suggest. With that, he nods and walks with me again, swooping me up in his arms at the last second to carry me into my bedroom.
“Practicing for our honeymoon,” he whispers.
“Where do you want to go?”
He smiles, and I melt. “To our bedroom.”
“Oooh, very affordable, yet fun,” I whisper, stroking his face.
The little string of LED lights I have strung over my desk is on, but the rest of the room is dark, creating shadows and a soft amber glow. Perfect for Halloween romance, I decide. This time, when Bogdan comes near me, I hook my fingers firmly over his waistband and run my other hand over the bulge that’s clearly showing.
And my hand keeps going. And going.
“Holy cow!” I look up at him, and he tries to back away. “Hey! That’s a good thing, I think.”
“Really?” The ridges above his eyes lift.
