Page 14 of Two’s Better

“Right,” I said with a giggle. “It was nice.” But, despite whatever strange thing was going on in my chest and my stomach, that was about it. Then again, I felt like I could do with “nice”. Nice was practically the bare minimum. I felt a frisson of excitement and only a little bit of anxiety that I could actually do this with him, and it’d be ... fine.

And fine was good.

“I don’t think I want nice,” Uzezi said, shattering my tentative optimism.

“Oh?” I tensed up immediately. I couldn’t look him in the eye. What did he mean by that? Should I pull away?

“You’re freaking out.” He sounded amused.

“No, I’m not.” I sounded petulant.

He snorted out a laugh, and I couldn’t help the way my lips twitched in response. The hand on my thigh slid up to my hip, grasping firmly. I gasped as he yanked me close like I weighed absolutely nothing, shifting away slightly as he did so I was lying practically in the middle of the bed. Then he leaned up, holding himself up on his right elbow, using the hand on my waist to gently push until I was lying flat on my back.

He got halfway on top of me, sliding his left knee between my thighs, pushing my dress up even higher. My legs automatically clamped around his knee, a hot flush spreading all over my thankfully dark skin. His left hand was still on the generous curve of my hip, his thumb stroking the softness of the edge of my belly.

“Close your eyes,” he whispered, voice gruff.

I hesitated. He raised both his brows. I laughed, rolling my eyes a little, but found myself relaxing and closing my eyes. I hadn’t realised I’d tensed up again.

“Fure,” he whispered again. I felt him close the distance between us until his face was very close to mine. “Put your arms around me.”

For some odd ass fucking reason, at the soft sound of that part-plea, part-demand, I shivered. His shoulders were a little too high, so I wrapped my arms around his torso. My fingers tentatively clung to the back of his shirt like I subconsciously needed something to hold onto, and my heart was back to pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it.

I could almost feel his gaze, which was probably focused on my mouth—could almost perfectly imagine his eyebrows furrowed with an intensity I’d never had directed at me before. At least, not from him. My lower belly clenched up hard and tight at the image.

Wait. What the fuck?

“Ofure.” His voice was husky. This time, it was definitely a command when he whispered, “Say my name.”

Jesus.

“Uzezi,” I whispered, helplessly squeezing my thighs together. The reminder of the position of his knee—still pressed between my legs—made all my nerves light up.

What the fuck was happening right now?

“Again.” His voice was soft, low.

“Uzezi.” I swallowed thickly, helplessly opening my eyes, looking up to find he was already looking at me, like he’d been waiting for my gaze. The eye contact shot through me like a bolt of lightning.

What. The. Fuck???

It felt like I was in a Glitch, one that, instead of instinctively recoiling from, I seemed to be letting myself sink into instead.

“One more time,” he commanded softly, his lips ticking up in one corner.

At that little hint of a smile, something in me … shifted.

“Uzezi,” I whispered, my voice practically a sigh.

“Yeah, that’s right,” he sighed back, like I’d given him something he’d been waiting for.

I whimpered—I literally fucking whimpered—when his lips found the side of my jaw, placing a soft, open-mouthed kiss there.

Oh. My back arched and my thighs spread slightly. I felt helpless and hypnotised, completely caught in his web.

“Ofure.” He purred my name, and I started to get wet. Just like that.

“Uzezi,” I whispered back, extremely confused and hopelessly turned on.