Body Games
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“And then what? We never see each other again? Is that what you’re thinking?”
I bit my lip. It was what had happened last time. Once I’d boarded my flight, the game was over, and so was that relationship. But Jendan wasn’t Kip.
He gave me another one of those heart-tugging grins. “You not going to call me when you get home?”
“Of course I will.”
“And there’s always the finale.”
Six months from now, yes. I made a face. “I’m trying not to think about the finale, or else I’ll worry about whose vote I got and whose I didn’t. Let’s concentrate on me and you right now.”
“Fair enough.” He leaned in and brushed his lips against mine. The weight of his body pressed mine into the mattress in a rather glorious feeling. “You’re here. I’m here. We have hours and hours before our planes leave.” His tongue slicked against my upper lip, tracing it.
I sucked in a breath, all my frantic thoughts immediately turning to desire.
He nibbled on my upper lip. “And…”
“Mmm?” My mind was already distracted, lost in kisses and the knee he pressed between my thighs.
Jendan’s lips grazed mine again. “Your morning breath is atrocious.”
I gave an outraged squeal and pulled away, smacking his shoulder. There was a mischievous look on his face that he couldn’t hide, and I giggled. “If it’s so awful, quit kissing me!”
“I’m not going to stop kissing you until it’s time to go to the airport,” he told me with a grin, brushing his lips over my nose. “Just maybe not your mouth.”
I snorted and pushed at his chest. “Let me up and I’ll brush my teeth, Prince Charming.”
We got up from the bed and brushed our teeth together, laughing and teasing each other. Jendan flicked water on me as I brushed, and then we both flossed - he was a flosser, yay! Just another thing I liked about him. When my teeth were clean, I pointed at my mouth. “Would you like to inspect the goods?”
“I would,” he agreed, and wrapped his arms around my waist, dragging me against him. He pulled me in for a long, slow kiss that left me breathless. When his mouth finally lifted from mine, I gave him a dazed look as he considered me, thinking. “I think I need to give it another checkup, just to be sure.” And he leaned in and began to kiss me again.
I flung my arms around his neck and kissed him back, all the pent-up need in me rising and overpowering the playfulness. Six weeks of endless waiting and teasing had led to this moment, and I was going to enjoy it.
Jendan’s mouth was firm against my own, his lips parted as his tongue brushed against mine. I gave a whimper at the touch, and he licked at my mouth in response. With a soft moan in my throat, I pressed my breasts against him, continuing the kiss with eagerness. I loved kissing this man. He seemed to instinctively know how to hold me, how to move his lips against mine, how to flick his tongue in ways that would drive me utterly mad with desire.
All the touching, the playing, the flirting - it all came down to this. This kiss. This press of bodies against each other. This undeniable lust. He was finally mine.
His hands slid down from my waist to my ass, giving it a quick squeeze just as his mouth pulled from mine. “I think those teeth are acceptably clean.”
“I’m so glad you agree,” I murmured, then leaned in and bit at his chin. He just looked so biteable with a bit of scruff on him.
Jendan gave a soft groan and his hands clenched on my ass harder. “Want to take this to the bedroom? Or did you want to stay in here?”
The marble counter in the bathroom was cutting into my side, and it was cold. And that bed was so darn nice. “Bedroom, please.”
“Your wish is my command.” He hefted me by the ass and carried me out of the bathroom while I clung to his neck and laughed. Now that the game was over, I felt so light and free. I’d gotten to the final two, given a good argument for my actions, and the guy I liked still liked me. I’d stuck to my guns and still came out feeling like a winner, even if I didn’t know how the votes fell.
Sometimes, that was all you needed.
Jendan sat me on the edge of the bed and brushed my tangled hair aside, then began to kiss my neck. I moaned.
Okay, sometimes you needed that stuff, and then you needed a sexy, gorgeous man to make love to you. That, too.
I clung to Jendan as he pressed his mouth to my neck, wrapping my legs around his strong thighs. His big body practically enveloped mine, something that I found incredibly arousing. My hands went to his butt and I grabbed it, kneading. Oh heavens, he had such a tight ass. I could bounce quarters - or heck, golf balls - off of it. I gave it another pleased squeeze, and he took the hint and pushed me back on the bed, body looming over mine.
“Condoms?” I asked as my mouth went to his ear, and I ran my tongue along his earlobe.
He groaned and tore his mouth away from my throat, then looked over at the bathroom, then back at me. “Don’t go anywhere.”
“I’ll be right here,” I teased, feeling breathless and giddy with happiness.
Jendan disentangled himself from my limbs and headed to the bathroom while I stretched out on the bed and waited. I heard him rummaging through the drawers, pulling them out and slamming them shut again. “Aha!” He reappeared a moment later with a strip of condoms. “Thank God for that. I’d have hated to run next door for condoms sporting wood.”
I eyed his jeans, which were now straining across his erection. “But it’s such magnificent wood. You sure you don’t want to share it with everyone?”
“It’s a one-woman kind of wood,” he said, sauntering back to the bed. He tossed the condoms down on the bedside table and grinned at me. “He’s not a big fan of sharing.”
“Lucky for him, neither am I.” I pressed my hand against his bulge and tsked. “He looks like he’s trapped in there.”
“Wanna free the beast?”
I giggled. “As long as you promise to never use that line again.”
He made a ‘cross my heart’ symbol and grinned at me. “You’re telling me that’s not a winner? I’m hurt.”
“I’ll make it up to you,” I teased. My hand rubbed on his cock again and I watched him as his eyes closed with an expression of sheer bliss. “Is that better?”
“Much,” he said thickly, reaching out and holding on to one banister of the bed while I stroked and fondled his cock through his jeans.
Pleased at his reaction, I continued to rub him through the denim with one hand, while the other went to his button fly. I undid each button, revealing a hint of plaid cotton boxers underneath. Nothing racy or impractical for Jendan…but for some reason, the sight of that pleased me very much. Despite his daredevil career, Jendan was a normal guy.
And I found that the more I knew about him, the more arousing that ‘normal’ was. Kip had been impractical and wild, and he’d also been a douche. Jendan might not be impractical or wild, but he also turned me on far more than Kip ever had.
When his fly was finally loosened, I grabbed the sides of his jeans and began to tug them down. Jendan’s hand went to my hair and he dragged his fingers through it, then cupped my face. “You’re so lovely, Annabelle. I’m the luckiest guy in Fiji right now.”
I bit my lip. It was what had happened last time. Once I’d boarded my flight, the game was over, and so was that relationship. But Jendan wasn’t Kip.
He gave me another one of those heart-tugging grins. “You not going to call me when you get home?”
“Of course I will.”
“And there’s always the finale.”
Six months from now, yes. I made a face. “I’m trying not to think about the finale, or else I’ll worry about whose vote I got and whose I didn’t. Let’s concentrate on me and you right now.”
“Fair enough.” He leaned in and brushed his lips against mine. The weight of his body pressed mine into the mattress in a rather glorious feeling. “You’re here. I’m here. We have hours and hours before our planes leave.” His tongue slicked against my upper lip, tracing it.
I sucked in a breath, all my frantic thoughts immediately turning to desire.
He nibbled on my upper lip. “And…”
“Mmm?” My mind was already distracted, lost in kisses and the knee he pressed between my thighs.
Jendan’s lips grazed mine again. “Your morning breath is atrocious.”
I gave an outraged squeal and pulled away, smacking his shoulder. There was a mischievous look on his face that he couldn’t hide, and I giggled. “If it’s so awful, quit kissing me!”
“I’m not going to stop kissing you until it’s time to go to the airport,” he told me with a grin, brushing his lips over my nose. “Just maybe not your mouth.”
I snorted and pushed at his chest. “Let me up and I’ll brush my teeth, Prince Charming.”
We got up from the bed and brushed our teeth together, laughing and teasing each other. Jendan flicked water on me as I brushed, and then we both flossed - he was a flosser, yay! Just another thing I liked about him. When my teeth were clean, I pointed at my mouth. “Would you like to inspect the goods?”
“I would,” he agreed, and wrapped his arms around my waist, dragging me against him. He pulled me in for a long, slow kiss that left me breathless. When his mouth finally lifted from mine, I gave him a dazed look as he considered me, thinking. “I think I need to give it another checkup, just to be sure.” And he leaned in and began to kiss me again.
I flung my arms around his neck and kissed him back, all the pent-up need in me rising and overpowering the playfulness. Six weeks of endless waiting and teasing had led to this moment, and I was going to enjoy it.
Jendan’s mouth was firm against my own, his lips parted as his tongue brushed against mine. I gave a whimper at the touch, and he licked at my mouth in response. With a soft moan in my throat, I pressed my breasts against him, continuing the kiss with eagerness. I loved kissing this man. He seemed to instinctively know how to hold me, how to move his lips against mine, how to flick his tongue in ways that would drive me utterly mad with desire.
All the touching, the playing, the flirting - it all came down to this. This kiss. This press of bodies against each other. This undeniable lust. He was finally mine.
His hands slid down from my waist to my ass, giving it a quick squeeze just as his mouth pulled from mine. “I think those teeth are acceptably clean.”
“I’m so glad you agree,” I murmured, then leaned in and bit at his chin. He just looked so biteable with a bit of scruff on him.
Jendan gave a soft groan and his hands clenched on my ass harder. “Want to take this to the bedroom? Or did you want to stay in here?”
The marble counter in the bathroom was cutting into my side, and it was cold. And that bed was so darn nice. “Bedroom, please.”
“Your wish is my command.” He hefted me by the ass and carried me out of the bathroom while I clung to his neck and laughed. Now that the game was over, I felt so light and free. I’d gotten to the final two, given a good argument for my actions, and the guy I liked still liked me. I’d stuck to my guns and still came out feeling like a winner, even if I didn’t know how the votes fell.
Sometimes, that was all you needed.
Jendan sat me on the edge of the bed and brushed my tangled hair aside, then began to kiss my neck. I moaned.
Okay, sometimes you needed that stuff, and then you needed a sexy, gorgeous man to make love to you. That, too.
I clung to Jendan as he pressed his mouth to my neck, wrapping my legs around his strong thighs. His big body practically enveloped mine, something that I found incredibly arousing. My hands went to his butt and I grabbed it, kneading. Oh heavens, he had such a tight ass. I could bounce quarters - or heck, golf balls - off of it. I gave it another pleased squeeze, and he took the hint and pushed me back on the bed, body looming over mine.
“Condoms?” I asked as my mouth went to his ear, and I ran my tongue along his earlobe.
He groaned and tore his mouth away from my throat, then looked over at the bathroom, then back at me. “Don’t go anywhere.”
“I’ll be right here,” I teased, feeling breathless and giddy with happiness.
Jendan disentangled himself from my limbs and headed to the bathroom while I stretched out on the bed and waited. I heard him rummaging through the drawers, pulling them out and slamming them shut again. “Aha!” He reappeared a moment later with a strip of condoms. “Thank God for that. I’d have hated to run next door for condoms sporting wood.”
I eyed his jeans, which were now straining across his erection. “But it’s such magnificent wood. You sure you don’t want to share it with everyone?”
“It’s a one-woman kind of wood,” he said, sauntering back to the bed. He tossed the condoms down on the bedside table and grinned at me. “He’s not a big fan of sharing.”
“Lucky for him, neither am I.” I pressed my hand against his bulge and tsked. “He looks like he’s trapped in there.”
“Wanna free the beast?”
I giggled. “As long as you promise to never use that line again.”
He made a ‘cross my heart’ symbol and grinned at me. “You’re telling me that’s not a winner? I’m hurt.”
“I’ll make it up to you,” I teased. My hand rubbed on his cock again and I watched him as his eyes closed with an expression of sheer bliss. “Is that better?”
“Much,” he said thickly, reaching out and holding on to one banister of the bed while I stroked and fondled his cock through his jeans.
Pleased at his reaction, I continued to rub him through the denim with one hand, while the other went to his button fly. I undid each button, revealing a hint of plaid cotton boxers underneath. Nothing racy or impractical for Jendan…but for some reason, the sight of that pleased me very much. Despite his daredevil career, Jendan was a normal guy.
And I found that the more I knew about him, the more arousing that ‘normal’ was. Kip had been impractical and wild, and he’d also been a douche. Jendan might not be impractical or wild, but he also turned me on far more than Kip ever had.
When his fly was finally loosened, I grabbed the sides of his jeans and began to tug them down. Jendan’s hand went to my hair and he dragged his fingers through it, then cupped my face. “You’re so lovely, Annabelle. I’m the luckiest guy in Fiji right now.”
