I froze, unable to move, not trusting myself to move as his fingers traced the contours of my face. Over my nose, across my cheekbones, outlining my mouth and caressing my jaw. There was a pull, he radiated such heat and sexuality that I found myself leaning towards him. I could feel my eyes closing of their own accord and my mind whirled at the delicious sensations he was able to elicit from my traitorous body from the merest touch.
Our lips touched, tentatively and hesitatingly. I think it was me that kissed him this time, although he didn’t pull away. Leaning in I deepened the kiss, running my tongue along his lower lip and smiling to myself when I felt him tremble. I did that, I thought triumphantly through my hazy brain, I made him tremble. He shuffled forward on the sofa, pressing his leg more firmly into mine as he inched me back, his hand holding my head in place his kiss deepening.
‘Oh!’ I cried and pulled apart abruptly remembering that we were not alone, ‘Ash.’
‘Gone,’ Jag whispered against my mouth and then pulled me back in to kiss him again. I broke the kiss again and glanced around the room to find that he was right. Ash was nowhere to be seen and the door to the room was shut to give us privacy. How had that happened? And when? I looked over the back of the sofa half expecting to find him hiding behind it which made Jag chuckle.
‘He’s gone,’ he assured me, ‘he won’t disturb us again. Unless you want him to?’ he cocked an eyebrow at me and the edge of his mouth curled suggestively.
I flushed at the provocative suggestion and shook my head vehemently.
‘Good,’ he muttered, ‘Because I really don’t like to share with him.’