“Then grab it,” she challenges, standing up.
“I’m sorry?” I blink. Did I just hear her right?
“I’ll admit, I’m intrigued. Is my ass your kinda thing? Find out.” She shrugs and glances down at me over her shoulder. “Are you scared, Samuel? It’s just my pretty little derrière – nothing to worry about. It won’t swallow you whole or anything.”
Her ass is practically in my face. There’s a strip of creamy skin between where her top doesn’t quite meet the waistband of the yoga pants and it’s begging me to run my finger along it. I clench my fists.
“It’s probably best I don’t,” I grind out.
“No, no, I want you to.” She wiggles it slightly, flashing a playful grin over her shoulder.
That does it.
I shove the cushion off and stand behind her. I put my hands on her hips and slowly run them round, cupping her ass cheeks. They sit perfectly in my hands, and I get even harder imagining what it would feel like to hold her with nothing between our skin.
“I think,” I whisper in a hoarse voice, putting my mouth near her ear. “That your ass is most definitely my kinda ass.”
I creep my thumbs up and run them along the bare strip of skin, trying my hardest not to hook them inside the yoga pants and peel them away. Her body jolts a little at the contact, and I hear her breathing pick up speed.
No matter how she fights it, this attraction is more than f**king mutual.
JEN
My heart is going crazy, and I’m wondering what the f**k has come over me. Am I still drunk? Asking the guy I’ve been drooling over for months and months to touch my ass is crazy shit, even for me.
His thumbs touch my bare skin, and I swear to god, I stop breathing. Prepare the coffin, I’m going six foot under.
My skin is on fire where he’s touching it. Sparks are igniting like its firework night and they’re all exploding in a mass of pheromones. I remember to breathe, and it leaves me suddenly, my chest heaving.
“I should go.” Bing steps back, and I want to scream. I want to grab him, rip off that t-shirt, and scream at him to stay.
Stay. Don’t go. Stay here and show me if I’m your kind of girl.
I nod and close my eyes for a second. I hear the door open, and I turn.
“Bing?” I ask tentatively, my voice low and sensual in a way I’ve never heard.
“Jen?” He turns with a swallow.
I run across the room and hug him, wrapping my arms around his neck. He holds me back, his arms embracing me tightly and holding me against him. Need crackles between us and I step back.
“Thank you. For last night. You didn’t need to do that.” I say without looking at him.
“Any time,” he answers, walking backwards slowly. “Any time you need me, call, and I’ll be there.”
I look up, and he’s gone.
Chapter Four
JEN
The snow is still thick on the ground and I watch with a grumpy face as even more flakes fall. This is England. Where’s the damn rain?
My leg shakes and I shake my head in the same timing. I am not going out in that alone. Food shopping be damned. I have... Er... Three pieces of bread, a tin of beans, six packets of crisps, a chocolate biscuit, and a bit of mouldy cheese.
Maybe the food shopping won’t be damned today.
I need to buy a car. Like, really. This is where it’s inconvenient Lexy isn’t around – she usually takes me on a Saturday after work and we have our usual girl’s night in. It’s Tuesday, so I’m running a little thin on the ground.
Unlike the stupid fricking snow.
Call, and I’ll be there.
Bing’s voice rings in my mind and I trap my tongue between my teeth. Can I really call him - again? Other than a few text exchanges, we haven’t spoken since the whole ‘here, touch my ass, it doesn’t bite’ thing two days ago.
I snap my teeth together. I guess I don’t have much of a choice.
I cross the room, grab the phone and call his house.
“Edwards’ residence, Emily speaking.”
“Hey, Emily! It’s Jen.”
“Hey, honey. How are you?”
“I’m fine, you?” I smile.
“I’m all good, sweetheart. What’s up?”
“Um, is Bing there?”
I just know by the one second silence that her eyebrows are raised and she’s grinning like a madwoman.
“Yeah, he’s in the shower. I’ll grab him for you.”
“Oh no, really. Just get-”
Beep. She’s put me on hold. I screw up my face and stomp my foot. Great. I don’t need the image of him soaking wet with a towel round his waist image in my head while I talk to him.
“This is not good,” I say to myself.
“What’s not good?” The line clicks, and Bing’s voice sends tremors through me. Or is that the image I don’t need? Oh, and the ‘hi, I’d like to dry you off with my tongue’ thoughts running through my head right now?
“I have no food. Can you drop me at Tesco?” I blurt it out before my traitorous brain gives my real thoughts away. “Uh, please.”
“Of course,” he answers. “I told you if you needed anything you could call. Give me half an hour and I’ll be over.”
“Thank you.” I hang up, and drop my head back against the wall. Jesus.
BING
I pull up outside Jen’s block of flats and send her a text to say I’m here. I can’t believe I’m actually taking her shopping. I don’t know what the hell you buy in a supermarket... That’s Mum’s job.
Jen appears wrapped in skin tight jeans, a thick coat, and snow boots. She walks carefully over to my car and gets in, knocking the snow from her feet first.
“Anyone would think it’s the Arctic out here.” I grin and pull away.
“I’ve lived on the beach my whole life. I don’t do snow.” She sniffs, and looks out the window. “It’s horrible.”
“Nah.” I shake my head. “You just haven’t ever had a proper snowball fight.”
“I don’t think I want to have one, if I’m gonna be honest.”
“No, you do.” I insist. “Let’s do your shopping then we’ll have one.” I grin.
“Er....” She turns those baby blues on me. “I’m really not an Eskimo.”
“Sure?” I park in Tesco car park and reach over to tweak her fluffy hood. “You sure look like one.”