“Listen,
just because there’s a physical reaction doesn’t mean we have to act on it. If
the thought of having sex with me makes you uncomfortable—” She couldn’t help casting
a quick look down at where he still clutched his pants in front of his groin.
“Or more uncomfortable, it doesn’t
have to happen.” She patted his chest, then regretfully forced her hand to fall
away from all that warm, firm skin. “And please, don’t be embarrassed by your
erection. Firstly, it’s a thing of beauty. Secondly, it’s not the first one
I’ve seen.”
There
was a flash of something in his eyes, and Jasmina tried to figure it out but it
was gone too quickly. Whatever it was left her breathless, made the thrum of
desire between her thighs escalate. She had to walk away—now—before she did
something they’d both regret.
“So.”
Mindful of his dislike of translocation she stepped aside, keeping her gaze
locked on his. “I’m ready when you are.”
Turning,
she started back toward the other side of the table, each strike of her boot
heels on the floor sounding like gunshots in her ears. Her heart was racing,
her palms were damp. Laying it all out for him was a chance, but one she had to
take. Not only was it imperative to keeping their relationship on an even keel,
it also planted the idea of them becoming lovers in his mind.
As
she hooked the stool close and sat down again, Jasmina refused to consider what
would happen if Vidar, disgusted, simply walked away.
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