SEX GOD ✔

Chapter Thirty Eight

Kaarina managed to sneak off up the stairs to find Achilles. She probably had Achilles waiting long enough. If her mother caught her, she would use the excuse of looking for Achilles. Gush...did she feel like a teenager again.

Finally finding the master bedroom, she found Achilles inside seeming to just finish buttoning up the shirt that did seem a bit tight. But it was all that much better. For her at least. His hair was still damp from the shower and her hand itched to comb through it.

No words were needed between them as she walked up to him and lifted her hands, starting to undo the buttons on his shirt. As her hands descended and his chest was revealed, bit by bit, the tremor in her fingers got worse and worse. At the last button Achilles took her hands away and impatiently ripped it open, the button popping free and falling somewhere on the carpet unnoticed. The shirt fell to the ground and Kaarina looked at the bare expanse of chest in front of her. Heat suffused her face. She reached out a reverent hand and touched him tentatively, trailing fingers over his hard flat nipples. His chest surged as he sucked in a breath, and when Kaarina looked up his eyes were momentarily closed.

In the next breath he’d opened them, and the dynamic changed. He turned her around, lifting up the hair resting on the nape of her neck, clearly looking for a zip or some opening on her dress.

"It's a jersey dress," she informed, the words coming out in a mumble as it was more than difficult to even breathe. She wondered if she needed to go the hospital or see a physician at that moment, but Kaarina would be damned if she made him stop. No matter how torturous it was.

"A what?" He asked, his features almost comically impatient as he turned her back around.

Kaarina couldn’t answer. She just brought her hands to the bottom of her dress and pulled it up, over her thighs and hips, over her waist and chest, until everything was obscured and she knew he was looking at her body. She couldn’t see his reaction. But she felt it in the air. Everything went still.

Finally the dress was free of her head, and as she pulled it away she felt her hair fall down her back. She couldn’t look at Achilles, feeling unacountably shy. She was also very aware of the functional nature of her underwear, how boring it must seem compared to the last time when she had struck lucky to wear her best of the few lingerie she had that were concoctions of lace and silk. They may have been her weakness, but she also had those times where she just wanted to wear something comfortable. She wore white cotton underwear with a trimming of lace, not bad but she really had been caught unaware of how the evening would have progressed. She could remember telling herself in the mirror that she wouldn't be sleeping with him this time, that she was being too weak and she had to slow this all down. She needed to be in control.

Mortification twisted Kaarina’s insides as she suddenly had a reality check and an implosion of panic. Her thighs were too large, her tummy wasn't even close to being flat as those supermodels he must have been used to be seeing. Right before her brother had joined the army, he had always made fun of how large her thighs were and no matter what she did always seemed to be multicoloured, no matter how many times she tanned for that even complexion. Her thighs especially always seemed so white to her, while the rest of her were darker and lighter shades of brown. Kaarina fought rising emotion, feeling ridiculously inadequate. She didn’t want to see the disappointment in his eyes as he saw her body in the brightly lit room, leaving her nowhere to really hide this time. It all evoked something that she wasn't sure she ever felt until him. She felt...vulnerable.

A finger came under her chin, forcing her head up. She kept her eyes closed. Achilles still held her arms away from her body, and her chest heaved with the effort to control her emotions. Emotions she didn't know she would be feeling at that moment.