Billie Bossa Nova

24.

Kai paused. He didn't look at her, didn't move his hand. Nothing. Almost like he was stunned to immobility. Billie's breathing faltered in anticipation and nervousness. Eventually, he drew back, assessing her face. She watched his dark eyes scan over every inch of her as if he was memorising it, drawing her face into his brain. She tried to steady her breathing, but couldn't. Not when his fingers were barely touching the most sacred place in her body.

Kai pressed a thumb against her, adding the smallest amount of pressure. His eyes never detached from her, assessing her reaction to what he was doing. A deep inhale puffed his chest upon touching her, in unison with the soft whimper that left her throat. When he did it again with more pressure, the next sound came from her alone. Her hand shot up to his chest, clasping around his shirt. When he did it again, she pushed her hips up in unison, gasping at the waves of pleasure starting cloud her entire body.

"Que hermosa," he praised under his breath, spurring her on even more. The way he muttered that she was beautiful thinking that she didn't even understand did things to her. Things that were not natural to feel so heavily. The hand on her arm caressed her side and then cupped her clothed breast, drawing out a gasp from her. She could feel his stare as her eyes drew shut against her will, lips parted as she tried to breathe regularly. Every now and then, a feint moan would leave her lips, when he would add a little more pressure or move a little more faster and cause her body tremble beneath him.

The darkness behind her lids made her aware of everything he made her feel, of every graze of his hands on her body. Over her chest, between her legs, slowly teasing into her shorts. His exhales hit her skin, the weight of his scrutiny erupting heat beneath her skin.

When Billie pulled her eyelids open, she found him still looking at her. No words needed to be exchanged at the moment, his touch was enough. More than enough. Maybe a little too much. She wanted to kiss him. The way he looked at her made her want to kiss him for centuries without detaching from him.

She had promised herself. Promised that she would stay away from him. She didn't want to fail this mission. She had to stop it. Needed to. Would have. Billie really would have if Kai didn't press his lips to hers. If he didn't pull her tightly into him so that she felt every inch of his body, every inch of his warmth pressed against her own. Her hands cupped the back of Kai's neck and she got on her toes, kissing him back with a vigorous greed. But as always, he steadied the kiss, claiming control of it the way he did with everything.

He lifted her from the floor and her legs wrapped around his torso. Her hands raked through his hair, making him deepen the kiss. Her back touched something soft. She realized it was the bed when he followed after her, settling between her legs with his hands on either side of her head and moving his kisses to her neck. The room was so silent, she could hear her own unsteady breaths loud and clear. His were steady, but deep, contrast to the rapid beat of his heart against his chest. Her legs remained wrapped around him, hips pushing up the bed to meet his warmth. He grasped them, pinning her down on the bed and trailing his kisses down to her collar.

"Kai..."

He hummed a response, but she couldn't speak. Not while his kisses fell onto her clothed breasts, teeth sinking in through the camisole and making her arch into him. He grunted to show his approval, wetting the fabric with his mouth and making her shift her hips in his grasp. Billie couldn't keep the moan from passing her lips, eyebrows knitting in conflict. His grip on her hips tightened, kisses lowering down to her belly, kissing every piece of skin his lips could find and traveling lower towards her pelvis.

Kai held the hem of her cotton shorts between his fingers, gazing down and catching sight of the dragon tattoo permanently imprinted on her skin, going down from her waist, past her hips and down half the length of her thigh. He grumbled something in his mother tongue, pressing his fingers into the inked skin. Billie sunk her incisors into her bottom lip, eyes clashing shut.