Page 32 of It’s A Little Bit Bunny (Fangs on Ice #4)

Thirty-one

Jules

I scrambled to get off Nikolai’s lap.

What on earth were you thinking, Jules? Humping him like a horny rabbit?!

Overwhelming shame such as I had never felt before flooded my senses.

“Jules?” Nikolai’s slurred speech made me look at him.

He is beautiful .

His lips were red and puffy, his warm eyes heavily lidded, and his cheeks flushed.

“Jules, baby, are you okay?” He reached for me, and I retreated to evade him.

Baby? I am hundreds of years old!

“Why do you call me that?” I asked too sharply because I was still ashamed of my behaviour.

“What?” Nikolai looked confused at the question.

“You called me ‘baby’. Why?”

“Oh.” The red in his cheeks deepened, and he rasped a hand over the hairs at his nape. The hairs I had ruffled in my frenzy. “It’s just a term of endearment.” His nose scrunched up in that signature move of his.

“So you don’t mean you think that I behave like one?”

“Oh my God, Jules, no! It means that you are freaking cute. I also find you super hot.”

He gestured between us, drawing my attention to the bulge in his jeans.

Yes. I, too, found him hot.

“Kissing you felt great,” Nikolai murmured around his teeth digging into his bottom lip.

“You liked it? But what about me…” I repeated his gesture, indicating my strange behaviour.

“God, that was so hot, Jules. The way you ground on my lap? I loved it.”

He did?

“Fuck yeah, I did,” Nikolai answered my silent question, just like I had responded to his implied question before, and got up from the couch. My eyes dropped heavily to his hand adjusting himself.

I swallowed.

“Sorry about that.” The gorgeous human gave me a rueful smile.

“Don’t be. It’s just that I am not used to…being near anyone like that.”

“Do you want me to go?” He asked gently, taking a step forward.

“I…no. No, I don’t.”

He took another step until he was close enough for me to feel his warmth again.

“Jules?” His voice was raspy. He cleared his throat and rubbed his hand over his neck again.

“Yes?” My voice was as hoarse as his. He made me nervous, something I couldn’t remember feeling in a long time. Maybe ever?

“I really want to kiss you again.”

“You do?”

“Yes. Do you want to kiss me, too?”

“Yes,” I blurted out.

“You’re so cute.” Nikolai palmed my cheeks, then pressed his lips on mine.

This time, he kept his mouth shut for only a few moments before his tongue darted out to coax my lips open for him.

Needing to steady myself, I cautiously put my hands on his hips.

“You can touch me, Jules,” he mumbled but kept kissing me.

I held back for a full minute before I slid my arms around his waist, mapping the expanse of his warm back.

Nikolai stirred feelings in my body that confused me, elated me, and made me lose my head. I shuffled nearer, hoping to feel his body brushing against mine.

I had touched myself in the past, yes, and I wasn’t entirely inexperienced. But it had never felt this way before. Being near Nikolai woke nerve endings I didn’t even know I possessed.

“God, Jules.” With a groan, he sank one hand into my hair. The other skimmed down to rest on my—

“Bunny!” The name came out on a low, snarling growl, unlike any sound I had ever made. Afraid that I had scared him, I tried to pull away, but two warm hands kept me in place.

I could have broken his hold on me easily but was too desperate for his touch to even consider it.

He massaged the ass cheek he’d just gripped, making my stomach swoop.

“Bunny, I…”

Nikolai retrieved his tongue from my mouth, panting hard. “I got carried away. I’m sorry,” he half moaned, looking at me out of those heavily lidded eyes. My gaze slipped down to the plush lips, swollen from our kiss.

“I don’t want you to apologise, Bunny. I want…I need…”

“Yes?” His hand found my face again. His thumb trailed over my cheekbone. “What do you need, Jules? You can tell me.” He placed a soft kiss on the tip of my nose. “The first time I met you, you were a head taller than me,” Nikolai whispered, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.

“I like that I don’t need to intimidate you with my height. But I can be taller if you want me to.”

“Oh, baby boy,” Nikolai crooned. I heard it now, heard ‘baby’ for what it was. “I don’t care how you look or how tall you are. I like you .” He took my mouth in a deep, toe-curling kiss and buried both his hands in my hair again. “I do love your long hair, though. It looks so good, and it feels so good in my fingers when I kiss you.”