"Yeah, but it makes down here feel even better." Leif walked behind me, rubbing his hands up and down my arms, before enveloping me in a hug, his chest pressed to my back.
"Was that your plan?" I asked over my shoulder. "Make me cold so you could warm me back up?"
"You've caught me out. That was my nefarious plot the whole time. I need to be less transparent about my evil doings." He sighed dramatically.
I laughed. "I wouldn't call it evil doing." He was too sweet to be that evil. Sort of.
"You know what? Neither would I." He leaned forward, his chin lightly resting on my shoulder, his cheek against mine. "Can I let you in on a secret?"
"That depends on the secret," I said. "If it's a plan to kill someone, I'm not sure I want to know." Not right now. I'd seen enough killing for the next few days. Maybe a week.
He chuckled. "It's not. It's better than that. I hope. I think. Okay, now I'm not so sure." He huffed a breath. "Here goes. I'm falling for you."
My heart skipped.
I went to see the ballet once. A friend of mine is a dancer for the most prestigious ballet company in the country. My heart was dancing even livelier than that.
"I'm falling for you, too," I whispered.
He moved his hands down to my hips and gathered up the t-shirt fabric, pulling it up to splay his hands across my stomach.
"I was hoping you'd say that," he said softly.
I froze for a moment, but then relaxed into his touch.
"Tell me to stop," he said softly.
"If I need you to, I will." Right now, I didn't want to think too much. I wanted to live in the moment. Enjoy it for a while. Switch off from everything. Just be.
"I want you to be in complete control," he said. "I don't want to do anything you don't want to do. If you feel uncomfortable for even a second, tell me and I'll stop. I mean it." He slid one hand down my hip and over the front of my pussy. Tentative, he grazed a couple of fingertips over my clit.
"I know you do," I said, rocking lightly against his fingers. I wanted that too, to be in control, not just of my own body, but his as well.
"Tell me what you want me to do," he said.
Reluctantly, I slipped away from him, took both his hands and stepped backward into the room Forrest let me sleep in. His, I presumed. From the furniture and the neat rows of suits in the wardrobe, everything had a masculine vibe. Dark blues, dark gray, black here and there. It was very him.
And the bed? Mine was big, but I'd never seen one so huge. It would swallow us both up, but I was here for it.
I sat on the end my feet on the floor.
"Kneel down." I nodded toward the carpeted floor.
Leif knelt, his hands on my knees. "Now what, Ms. Kohl?"
He reminded me of a golden retriever, eager to please, ready to obey. If I told him to lie on his back and let me rub his belly, he would. I wouldn’t, though. I had a better idea.
I leaned forward and whispered, "Be a good boy and lick my pussy until I come on your face."
His eyes widened, but he parted my legs and dove in between them, licking my clit with enthusiasm. His eyes stayed fixed on me, watching for my reaction. One little flinch, one sign of hesitation, he'd pull back.
I gave him neither of those. I placed my hands to either side of me on the bed and leaned back, letting him work me thoroughly with his mouth.
Feeling aroused and bolder, I grabbed the hem of the T-shirt and pulled it over my head before tossing it aside.
At some point I'd have to get some of my own clothes. As tempting as it was to spend the rest of my days in one of Forrest's oversized T-shirts, sooner or later I'd have to leave the apartment. At the very least, I'd need some underwear. I'd order some later. That would be safer than returning to my apartment to pick some up.
He lifted his face just long enough to whisper, "Fuck, you're beautiful," before he went back to devouring me.