Page 35 of It’s A Little Bit Bunny (Fangs on Ice #4)

Thiry-four

Jules

N ikolai’s eyes caught mine, flooding me with their warmth.

Do humans run hotter than us?

“More kisses, or something else?” he asked softly as he cupped the side of my neck and stroked the sensitive skin behind my ear with his thumb.

“There was no one in so long,” I gasped. “For the last three hundred years people were too scared of me to be within speaking distance, let alone get close enough to touch me.”

It was embarrassing to admit, but I wanted him to know.

“I hate the idea that you were alone for so long.” He stroked my cheek.

“It feels like…” Is it wrong of me to admit this?

“Yes?”

“Like I’ve been waiting for you all this time.”

“Oh, Jules.” Nikolai gave me another of those toe-curling kisses, so deep and hungry I felt it in my bones. “So you don’t know what you would like to do? Where to start?”

“No, I don’t. It’s a bit overwhelming,” I admitted. “Bunny?”

“Mm?”

“Is it bad that it’s been so long? It’s not going to be nice for you, I fear.”

“Hey.” His thumb slid around to rest on my lips. “Jules, I don’t know why they feared someone as gentle and sweet as you. It would be an honour to be the person to touch you like that. Damn, I get hard just thinking about touching you again.”

My eyes dropped to the prominent bulge in his trousers, and when I looked back up, he bit his lip.

Then Nikolai stepped back, gripped his shirt and took it off. Carelessly dropping it on the floor, he straightened up, confident in his nudity. My mother had stolen away the prettiest humans she could find, and yet I had never seen anyone more beautiful than Nikolai.

A cheeky grin flitted over his face as I greedily drank him in. Then he took both my hands in his and kissed me again.

Something in me cracked at the feel of his skin—warm as if he’d lain in the sun for hours—under my fingertips. I kissed him back, my tongue darting out to delve deeper into his mouth.

His primal groan stoked the fire in me even more. Our tongues tangled. My hands shook with nerves. I touched every inch of his skin I could reach. It was lightly fuzzed with hair as blond as that on his head, but the hair darkened around his navel where it disappeared under the waistband of his jeans.

I was starving to be touched and desperate to caress, to stroke, to kiss, and to tease. It’d been way too long. I couldn’t even remember the voice of the last person I had kissed. At the time, I had thought I was in love with Friedrich. Now I knew how wrong I’d been. Anything I had felt before Nikolai had been shallow, nothing but smoke and mirrors.

This man, though? I will never forget him.

I wanted him to be my last everything: my last kiss, my last fuck, the last face I saw before I followed him into the dark. Nikolai was the only one I would ever kiss for the rest of my life.

The sight of my shirtless Bunny burned itself into my soul. He was beautiful. His flat stomach with the lines of his abs was visible, and I saw a small tattoo on his hip bone. A light smattering of freckles dotted his chest.

And those pecs.

Panting, our tongues curling around each other, we moved closer to my bed.

I needed him on it and on me. I needed to see what exactly the more I had asked for entailed.

“Take off whatever you feel comfortable with and lie down on the bed, Jules,” he told me in a throaty voice after we reluctantly broke the kiss. Those lips of his, I knew they would be my doom. Just like my mother had always warned me.

Love makes you weak, Julius.

But I didn’t feel weak, and if I was, it didn’t scare me at all. Nikolai made me feel powerful and strong. And, for the first time in my life, someone made me feel wanted . Wanted not because I was her son, but because they liked me .

Taking off the fresh tunic I had put on minutes before he arrived was exciting and a little daunting.

Am I attractive to a human man?

Nikolai exhaled through his open mouth as if to steady himself.

“Jules,” he whispered and took half a step closer before stopping dead. “Please get on the bed.”

I moved immediately to follow his raspy command but took off my trousers first, thankful I had chosen to put on a pair of cotton undergarments today.

Without meeting his eyes, I settled on the mattress, feeling a little awkward when I leaned back against the headboard.

Is it a good idea to put my body on display like that?

In this position I had no chance of concealing the exceptionally hard bulge in the thin cotton fabric.

“May I get on the bed with you, Jules?”

I nodded, unable to speak through my dry throat.

“Thank you,” he rasped, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

He undid the buttons at his crotch, his eyes never leaving my face. I watched him push the jeans down his muscular legs until they pooled at his feet and he could step out of them.

The undergarments he wore were so tight that they looked painted on his sculpted thighs.

By my forest, this human takes my breath away.

Nikolai set one knee on the mattress, cautiously, as if he was expecting me to stop him.

“Jules?” His voice had dropped another octave, making it dark and growly. A voice to raise goosebumps.

“Bunny?”

“Do you remember the safe word we discussed?”

“Pomegranate,” I muttered.

“Mine is red.”

“Your pomegranate?”

“My safe word,” he chuckled. “If you want me to leave, tell me now, okay? Because I feel like I am going to die if I don’t get to touch you, but I’d rather stop now than once I have my mouth on your body.”

“I want you to stay, Bunny. Please. And to touch me. I feel like I’m losing my mind.”

“I’ve got you, Jules.” Nikolai brushed my foot with his hand then moved forward on his knees.

My body trembled like an aspen tree in the summer breeze when he set a hand on my thigh.

I knew I could trust him to handle me with care, but tell that to my stupid heart.

Then my beautiful human leaned in and pressed the gentlest kiss on my sternum as if to pacify the organ beneath it.

Moving lower, he placed licking kisses on my skin all the way down to my navel.

“May I take your shorts off?”

“You may,” I gasped, raising my hips a few inches from the bed so he could slide the cotton undergarments down my legs.

Then he just looked and looked until I started fidgeting my backside on the bed.

Does he not like it?

I was of half a mind to pull the cotton shorts back on when a warm hand on my thigh stopped me from moving.

“My God, Jules,” he breathed and his fingers tightened around my leg. “You are beautiful.”