Janina could see there some sort of conflict taking place inside Kieran by the way his eyes had become a dark and stormy green. Although, she had no idea what that conflict could be when she’d only asked for his assistance in learning how to eat the spaghetti as expertly as he was doing.
She’d become familiar with a lot of new things since coming to the US. Now she’d like to learn how to eat this meal without dripping the sauce around her mouth and down her chin, or allowing the slippery pasta to slide off her fork altogether and stain her clothing.
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” she assured brittlely as Kieran made no attempt to help her.
He released a slow and juddering breath. “I’ll need to show you rather than tell you how to do it.” He pushed his chair back noisily before moving round the table to stand behind her.
Janina was instantly thrown into a state of physical tension as she felt the heat of his body through her sweater. She could also smell the spicy aftershave he favored. Feel the warmth of his breath against her cheek as he leaned forward to take a light hold of her wrists. Was aware of the touch of those lean fingers against the heat of her flesh.
“Like this.” He demonstrated how to scoop up some of the pasta strands with the fork before placing the tines against the bowl of the sideways spoon. “Now keep holding them exactly like that and twirl the spaghetti onto the fork,” he instructed dryly. “Oops,” he teased when the food fell off the fork before it reached her mouth.
Janina tried to do as he instructed, but it was impossible when she was so hyperaware of him standing behind her. So close that if she turned her face toward him, she would be able to kiss his cheek, maybe even his lips.
Her breath caught in her throat when Kieran was the one to turn toward her, his nose brushing along her cheek, the breath from his parted lips a warm caress against her skin. “Want to try again?”
Did she?
Her pulse was racing, her heart pounding, and breathing was becoming something of an issue the longer Kieran continued to stand so close to her.
She swallowed, then drew in a controlling breath before slowly turning so that their lips almost touched. “I’d far rather you kissed me.”
Their gazes were locked as he moistened his lips with the tip of his tongue. “You would?”
She winced. “If you would like to kiss me, that is.”
“If I would like to…” He briefly closed his eyes before opening them again. “I’ve thought of nothing else since the moment I first looked at you,” he admitted.
Her eyes widened. “In a dark Moscow cellar, with my hand shaking badly as I pointed a gun at you and your brother?”
He nodded. “Call me weird, but I found that so sexy I almost came in my boxers,” he admitted softly.
She gave a soft chuckle. “You did?”
“I did.”
She continued to smile. “You are weird.”
He grimaced. “Your kind of weird or just weird-weird?”
“I’m not sure yet…” She raised one eyebrow in challenge.
Kieran was more than ready to meet that challenge.
Damn it, if he didn’t kiss Janina soon, he really might just internally combust!
He removed the spoon and fork from her slightly trembling fingers before moving to stand beside her. He grasped her shoulders as he turned her on the seat toward him. “Everything you do is sexy,” he acknowledged ruefully.
“Everything?” she breathed huskily.
“Well, there are several scenarios I haven’t seen you in yet, the shower being one of them, but I’m presuming you’re sexy in there too.”
She smiled slowly. “Maybe we should test that theory?”
Dear God. Really? Forget the shower, just the thought of seeing Janina naked was enough to deepen Kieran’s arousal.
“Unless you’re too chicken to—oomph!”
Kieran had cut off any further challenge by wrapping his arms about Janina’s waist before standing.
She instantly placed her arms about his shoulders and her legs about waist, bringing the heat between her thighs into contact with the throbbing length of his hard cock. Kieran instinctively lowered his hands until the globes of Janina’s bottom fit perfectly into his palms.
Her eyes were dark as she looked at him. “You want me.” It was a statement not a question.
Kieran gave a derisive snort. “My comments just now didn’t already make that clear?”
She used her arms about his neck to slowly rub the heat between her thighs against his cock. “But now I can actually feel how much you want me.”
Kieran groaned low in his throat at the feel of her heat pressing against the now-painful ache of his cock. “If I wanted you any more than I already do, I would have passed out from so much blood having accumulated south. As it is, I’m not exactly capable of making intelligent conversation.”
“In certain circumstances, conversation—and intelligence—are overrated.”
“They are?”
Janina nodded. “When you could be kissing me instead, yes.”
“Our dinner?” he reminded.
She didn’t even glance at the table where their food was growing cold. “We can warm it up in the microwave later,” she dismissed.
Kieran tried to resist. He really did.
At least, that’s what he told himself later.
A long time later.
Despite the two of them already having eaten some of the spag-bol, Janina’s lips somehow managed to taste sweet. Addictively so.
Enough so that Kieran couldn’t stop kissing her. Deeply. Hungrily. A hunger Janina returned as they kissed and ate at each other’s lips and mouths.
Kieran didn’t remember sitting down, only became aware he had done so when he realized Janina was straddling his thighs and the softness of her breasts were pressed against his chest as their mouths continued to devour each other.
Janina sitting on his thighs elevated her enough that, once he’d lifted her sweater and unfastened the back of her bra, her perfect uptilting breasts were at a level for him to be able to lick, suck, and bite her nipples.
Delicate pink nipples that soon turned plump and red under the ministrations of his mouth and hands. Sensitive and delicious nipples Kieran could have sucked and squeezed all night.
“Touch me, Kieran,” Janina broke their kiss to plead, her hand moving down to unfasten the button of her jeans. “Please. I want… I need… I ache.”
Kieran gently pushed her hand aside and lifted her onto the table before pulling the zipper of her jeans down enough he was able to slide his hand beneath her lace panties. Her heat was now a magnet drawing him toward the source of that hotness.
Her curls felt soft and silky, her nubbin swollen, so that when Kieran caressed her there, it caused her to groan and arch her throat and tilt her head back.
Kieran’s mouth latched onto her throat before his hand moved lower, drawn toward the center of that heat. Her lips there felt damp and plump, and Kieran wet his fingers with those juices before seeking entry to the channel beneath.
He froze as his fingers immediately hit a barrier.
A barrier that could only mean one thing.
Janina was a virgin still.