Page 19 of A Kickin' Karate Christmas
“If I have my way.”
His eyes heated as he looked at me. I could practically feel them as they slid down my body. I’d caught him looking at me like that a lot lately, but it was always when nothing could come of it. That wouldn’t be a problem tonight. There were no reasonsthat we couldn’t finish what we kept starting during our late-night phone calls.
Tension crackled in the air between us as his eyes traveled back up my body and met mine. “I think you can have your way,” I exhaled. My face burned the moment I realized what I’d said. God, I sounded like an idiot. “After you finish eating.”
That did not make me sound any better. I fought the urge to groan at my own stupidity.
He put down the fry in his hand. “Oh look, all done.”
I looked at him and then down at the fries left on his burger wrapper. He gave me a cheeky grin and raised an eyebrow, like he was daring me to say something about the leftover fries. I wasn’t his parent. If he didn’t want to finish his dinner, who was I to say anything?
Besides, I wanted to see if he could follow through on the big promises he’d made over the phone.
I balled up my burger wrapper and tossed it in the empty bag on the table. I watched as he did the same. Once we were all cleaned up, the tension changed. It went from heated to awkward. Should I suggest we put on a movie or something? I took a deep breath and shifted on the couch.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yeah.” I rubbed the back of my neck nervously. “Okay, kind of. I’m a little nervous.”
He rested his hand on my thigh and gave it a light squeeze. “I’m a little nervous too,” he admitted.
“You?”
I’d seen him shirtless. I’d heard him talk during our phone sessions. He had a filthy mouth and a filthier mind. He always seemed so confident when it came to all things sexual. He’d kissed me with such authority that first night, and then he’d been the one to progress everything forward. How could he be nervous?
“Yeah,” he repeated. “My heart is racing.” He lifted my hand and held it to his chest. “See?”
I could feel his heart pounding through the thin cotton of his tee shirt. “My heart’s racing, too.” In the past few minutes, it had picked up speed. It was pounding against my rib cage, and I didn’t think it was from fear. It was from anticipation.
“I guess we’re in the same boat.”
His hand was still wrapped around my wrist, and he lifted it further, bringing it up to his lips. He placed a soft kiss on my knuckles and pulled me closer. My pulse sped up even more, and I could barely breathe. As nervous as I was, I knew I had to make the next move.
I couldn’t keep waiting for him to take each step. I’d never been the kind of man that needed others to drive his life forward.
I leaned forward and kissed him lightly. He responded immediately, opening his mouth for my tongue. His hand slid down my arm to find a place on my waist and rested there. I could taste the bacon and garlic aioli sauce from his burger. None of that mattered as much as the way he was making me feel did.
It wasn’t just the physical things he was making me feel, which was a factor. I could feel my body reacting the more the kiss heated up. No, it was the bigger things. It was the warmth I felt from him looking at me. It was the safety and the way the simple act of him resting a hand on my thigh made me open up. He pulled bravery out of me that I didn’t even know I had before him.
Kissing him made me want more of him.
I wanted to be with him in every possible way. What was growing between us was more than just physical, and I knew he felt it, too. He’d been the one to invite me on a date. He’d been the one to kiss me, to push us past that invisible line in the sand.He looked at me like he saw the real me. He kissed me like he liked the person that he saw.
And then he kissed me harder, making me forget every thought I had.
I felt him push up the back of my shirt and pulled away to let him lift the shirt over my head. He dropped it on the floor by the couch, and a breath later, his own shirt followed. Like last time, he slowly pushed me back until I was lying on the couch. He began to kiss down my neck, nipping at my collarbone and soothing the bite of pain with his tongue. Fire coursed through my veins. How was he so damn good at turning me on this quickly?
The longer we made out on the couch, the more desperate I was becoming. Every touch felt hotter than the last. When he reached into my pants and wrapped his hand around my shaft, I let out a long, unbroken moan that made him squeeze my cock harder, which only brought another lustful noise from my lips. His short strokes, limited by the tightness of my pants, were beginning to drive me insane.
I knocked his hand out of the way and lightly pushed his shoulders. He took the hint and sat up on his knees. “You okay?”
I nodded, mesmerized by the shine of his swollen lips. I was more than okay. “I think we should take this to my bedroom. Kind of limited by what we can do on the couch.”
I led him to the bedroom. The moment the door closed behind us, he was back on me. He pushed me against the wall and reached between us to unbutton my pants. “Think we need to get rid of these,” he whispered against my lips. I nodded and let him push my pants and briefs down to the floor. I stepped out of them and watched as he took a step back. “Video hasnothingon the real thing.”
“Prove it,” I challenged.
He undid his own button and slowly stripped the pants down his legs. He left on his boxer briefs. My eyes lingered on the obscenely large bulge and the wet spot where I knew his cock head was. I reached out and thumbed over the fabric. His breath caught in his throat. I loved that I had the same effect on him that he had on me. It made me feel powerful and sexy, and I wanted to keep feeling that way.
