Cody’s
body.
“He’s perfect isn’t he?” I whispered.
“He’s pretty cute. Is this my
competition for your heart?” he asked, head tilted to the side,
charming me with his eyes.
“Yeah, I am afraid you might have your work
cut out for you,” I teased.
Before I knew what happened, he lifted me up
off the bed and rolled me onto the floor, pinning me with his body.
“We’ll just have to see about that, won’t we?”
I watched as his eyes started to darken and I
forgot about Cody and everything else. Seeing that he had my
undivided attention now, he looked around my room. “It looks
like Pier One threw up in here doesn’t it?” I asked referring to
the Asian, Indian, Moroccan theme I had going. I had throw pillows
in every color all throughout the room, a deep blue sari over my
bed and pierced metal lanterns for lighting.
“Yes,” he laughed, “but I like it. It suits
you, very bohemian.” He looked back down at me and I felt my
insides flutter at the intensity of his gaze. “It looks like some
sheik’s harem.”
I studied what I considered to be the most
perfect masculine face, as he fanned out my hair around me,
wrapping my curls around his fingers and then releasing them. I
realized he was creating some picture of me in his mind. “Are you
painting me right now?”
He glanced back down in my eyes, surprised
and smiled. “How did you know?”
“It’s kind of obvious. I think you consider
me your pose-able Barbie,” I laughed.
He gently drew a hand through my hair, then
down my face and carefully around the diamond stud in my nose.
“Punk rock Barbie, maybe”
I slowly smiled but not with humor. With his
cologne wafting around me and his wonderful, heavy body pressing me
into the floor, my brain was emptying of everything but the crazy
attraction I felt with him. I drifted my hands up his marvelous
biceps, over his shoulders until I reached his neck. I curled my
fingers into his dark hair, lightly caressing the nape of his
neck.
His eyes were smoldering as he looked down at
me. I could almost feel the explosion of heat between us. His
hands drifted down to grasp my hips and I could feel them
tightening and relaxing like he couldn’t decide what to do. I
understood more than he would ever know. I didn’t want to rush too
fast into things either but sometimes it was damn difficult to keep
that in mind.
Luckily it was at that moment Cody decided to
make his presence known. Bravely leaping off the bed, he had the
great misfortune of landing on Christian’s back. As he started to
fall off to the side, he dug his nails into Christian’s shirt--and
back. Both cat and man yowled. I started laughing so
hysterically that I was rolling around on the floor while both
males eyed me like it was my fault.
Deciding it would be in my best interest to
appease both of them. I gave Cody a quick pat and went into the
bathroom for some antiseptic for Christian’s back. I worried a
little that Christian might hold a grudge against Cody. I was sure
that had hurt pretty badly. But when I got back Christian had Cody
in his lap slowly stroking him from head to toe; apparently all had
been forgiven.
“Are you alright?” I asked softly, trying to
keep the laugh out of my voice.
Apparently not succeeding, he quirked a brow
at me. “I’ll survive, but you owe me.”
I lifted up his shirt and gently bathed the
scratches. “What did you have in mind?” I asked, while flipping
back down his shirt and tossing the cotton balls in the trash.
I rolled a ball with a bell in it
across the floor and Cody leapt out of Christian’s lap to go after
it. Christian straightened out his long legs and crossed them
at the ankles, propping himself up with his arms and cocking his
head to the side, he looked at me intently. “I’ve kissed you, now
it is your turn to kiss me.”
I wasn’t sure I saw the difference but I
wasn’t going to argue. Without warning I lunged at him like the cat
he
body.
“He’s perfect isn’t he?” I whispered.
“He’s pretty cute. Is this my
competition for your heart?” he asked, head tilted to the side,
charming me with his eyes.
“Yeah, I am afraid you might have your work
cut out for you,” I teased.
Before I knew what happened, he lifted me up
off the bed and rolled me onto the floor, pinning me with his body.
“We’ll just have to see about that, won’t we?”
I watched as his eyes started to darken and I
forgot about Cody and everything else. Seeing that he had my
undivided attention now, he looked around my room. “It looks
like Pier One threw up in here doesn’t it?” I asked referring to
the Asian, Indian, Moroccan theme I had going. I had throw pillows
in every color all throughout the room, a deep blue sari over my
bed and pierced metal lanterns for lighting.
“Yes,” he laughed, “but I like it. It suits
you, very bohemian.” He looked back down at me and I felt my
insides flutter at the intensity of his gaze. “It looks like some
sheik’s harem.”
I studied what I considered to be the most
perfect masculine face, as he fanned out my hair around me,
wrapping my curls around his fingers and then releasing them. I
realized he was creating some picture of me in his mind. “Are you
painting me right now?”
He glanced back down in my eyes, surprised
and smiled. “How did you know?”
“It’s kind of obvious. I think you consider
me your pose-able Barbie,” I laughed.
He gently drew a hand through my hair, then
down my face and carefully around the diamond stud in my nose.
“Punk rock Barbie, maybe”
I slowly smiled but not with humor. With his
cologne wafting around me and his wonderful, heavy body pressing me
into the floor, my brain was emptying of everything but the crazy
attraction I felt with him. I drifted my hands up his marvelous
biceps, over his shoulders until I reached his neck. I curled my
fingers into his dark hair, lightly caressing the nape of his
neck.
His eyes were smoldering as he looked down at
me. I could almost feel the explosion of heat between us. His
hands drifted down to grasp my hips and I could feel them
tightening and relaxing like he couldn’t decide what to do. I
understood more than he would ever know. I didn’t want to rush too
fast into things either but sometimes it was damn difficult to keep
that in mind.
Luckily it was at that moment Cody decided to
make his presence known. Bravely leaping off the bed, he had the
great misfortune of landing on Christian’s back. As he started to
fall off to the side, he dug his nails into Christian’s shirt--and
back. Both cat and man yowled. I started laughing so
hysterically that I was rolling around on the floor while both
males eyed me like it was my fault.
Deciding it would be in my best interest to
appease both of them. I gave Cody a quick pat and went into the
bathroom for some antiseptic for Christian’s back. I worried a
little that Christian might hold a grudge against Cody. I was sure
that had hurt pretty badly. But when I got back Christian had Cody
in his lap slowly stroking him from head to toe; apparently all had
been forgiven.
“Are you alright?” I asked softly, trying to
keep the laugh out of my voice.
Apparently not succeeding, he quirked a brow
at me. “I’ll survive, but you owe me.”
I lifted up his shirt and gently bathed the
scratches. “What did you have in mind?” I asked, while flipping
back down his shirt and tossing the cotton balls in the trash.
I rolled a ball with a bell in it
across the floor and Cody leapt out of Christian’s lap to go after
it. Christian straightened out his long legs and crossed them
at the ankles, propping himself up with his arms and cocking his
head to the side, he looked at me intently. “I’ve kissed you, now
it is your turn to kiss me.”
I wasn’t sure I saw the difference but I
wasn’t going to argue. Without warning I lunged at him like the cat
he
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