Page 6 of When Worlds Collide (Between Worlds #2)

With every minute that passed, I felt my body growing more and more limp – like the bag of salad leaves in the back of the fridge you keep meaning to use, but only remember is there when it’s past its expiry.

And so, with only the very bare minimum hair and body drying done, I crawled under those crisp cotton sheets, not bothering with looking for my pyjamas, and closed my eyes.

I didn’t know what woke me up, but the light that poured in through the enormous glass windows was a softer shade than it had been this morning, telling me some hours had passed.

The bed dipped behind me, the reason for my waking becoming clearer as a warm arm snaked around my waist, pulling me firmly back against a hard body.

Languidly, I stretched, delighting in the sudden remembrance of neglecting to put on any jammies, as my naked body connected in several different places with his.

Soft lips teased my ear. “Awake, jagiya?”

I hummed contentedly. “I am now.”

Jihoon’s hand that had been pressed against my ribs trailed upwards, pausing briefly as his fingers brushed over the swell of my breasts.

He buried his face in my neck, making a sound that was somewhere between a groan and a growl.

I inhaled sharply as his hand took a detour downwards, skimming down my waist, my hips, my pelvis.

“Baby, you’re naked.” The way he said, ‘baby’ in his accent, his voice curving around the plosive sounds like his hand was currently curving around my pelvic bone did things to me.

He so rarely used the English term, preferring ‘jagiya’, but as his fingers stretched forward until he was oh-so-lightly skimming between my thighs, all thoughts of words and language scattered.

I stretched again, pressing my ass back into him, my spine arching in a sort of desperate motion. Teasingly, he moved his hand forward, not down, to place his palm flat on my lower abdomen.

Jihoon nuzzled my neck, pressing tiny kisses up and down the exposed skin, his breath tingling over my skin in a maddening tease.

“Hmm, I think this is officially my favourite way to wake you up.”

“You’re going to spoil me,” I gasped, as he lightly bit down on my earlobe.

“I’m going to worship you.”

I shivered as his hand slid down, palming me with just the right amount of pressure in just the right place as his fingers slid through to tease my entrance.

It wasn’t enough, and with this angle, it wouldn’t be enough.

I twisted in his arms, flipping over onto my back, expecting to dislodge him, but he only moved with me.

Moving over had pushed the covers down and I now lay beneath him, completely bare, but given where his hand currently was, I couldn’t find it in myself to feel any sort of self-consciousness.

No, what I felt was something far different as I lay beneath him and bent my leg up, giving him greater access.

I watched as shadows played across his face, making him seem less polished, less put-together and more… feral as his lips curled back from his teeth in a proprietary smile that was almost a snarl in its intensity.

“So fucking beautiful,” he groaned as he slid a finger inside, causing me to arch upwards.

Jihoon leaned forward, capturing my lips in a hard, needy kiss that had me panting just as much as the hand between my thighs.

I grabbed at his tshirt, pulling it up, clearly indicating my want.

Jihoon pulled away, chuckling as he yanked it over his head with one hand.

“Greedy,” he murmured, taking a moment to add a second finger inside me as I moved my hips against his hand.

He looked down at me from beneath dark, lowered lashes, poking his tongue out between his teeth in a playful expression that somehow – inexplicably – made me wild.

I bucked my hips, desperately trying to find that friction, but Jihoon’s hand stilled.

“Is this what you want, baby?” Judging by the look on his face as he said it, he knew exactly what that word did to me. He flicked the button on his jeans, popping it open easily and drawing my eyes downwards.

“Tease,” I growled, which made him laugh.

“Good things come to those who wait. And you’re a very good thing.” He raised his eyebrows at me, letting me know he knew exactly what he’d said.

The thing is, I was not feeling patient.

Without any warning, I wrapped my legs around his hips, dislodging his hand and flipped us both over until he was beneath me.

I knew he’d allowed it though; he was so strong that he could have easily resisted.

But now I looked down at him, and the smile on his face told me exactly what he thought of our sudden role reversal.

He put his hands on my hips, squeezing gently as his thumbs drew circles on my bare skin.

“I think I can die happy now,” he said, grinning up at me.

“Die later,” I said breathlessly, as I raised up just enough to be able to put my hand inside his jeans and pull him out. Jihoon hissed, throwing his head back as I palmed him, running my hand up and down his length and revelling in the expression on his face.

On any other occasion, I might have taken my time, but I did not have it in me to take my time right now.

“Do you have a condom?” I asked as I ran my thumb over him.

“Pocket,” he ground out, his hips bucking beneath me. I didn’t spare any consideration that he’d thought to come prepared, only that he had. I dug around in his front pockets until I found the small, foil package and removed my hand from him so I could use both to open it carefully.

I watched his face as I rolled it down onto him, the desperation in his expression surely a mirror of my own. I didn’t bother removing his jeans, they were down enough, and as I rose above him, holding him at my entrance, no thoughts of going slow were entertained.

We both groaned as I lowered onto him, that sudden feeling of relief, of an urgent need met almost immediately overridden by the pleasurable throb of being so full that I stilled, lost in the sensation.

But clearly Jihoon had other ideas as he grabbed my hips and surged upwards until I began to match his rhythm.

I knew I wouldn’t last long. I’d been halfway there the moment I’d taken his full length inside of me, the intense need for him like that sudden flare of light from an ignited firework.

I knew for certain when Jihoon trailed one hand up to caress my breasts, and the other to press his thumb down on that place he seemed to have no difficulty finding.

His fingers playing against my skin along with the frantic motions of our combined movement served to push me ever closer, until at last, I threw my head back and cried out, only vaguely aware of Jihoon not far behind me, groaning a combination of Korean words mixed around my name.

In no hurry, I remained there, panting as the world slowly came back into focus. I looked down at Jihoon, his chest heaving as he met my eyes and grinned, a languid expression that made my heart flutter.

Lazily, I trailed my fingertips up from his belly button to his ribs, tickling slightly just to see the way his muscles twitched.

“You look pleased with yourself,” he said as he danced his fingers across my thighs.

“I’m positively delighted,” I replied casually, innocently twirling my hips. Jihoon hissed, his face twisting, and I giggled.

“Cruel, beautiful woman,” he said, fixing his coffee-brown eyes on mine, which was the only warning I got before he expertly flipped us both over until I was once again beneath him. Breathlessly, I stared up at him, his inky black hair falling over his face.

“You’re not the only one who can play,” he said with a grin so wicked the Devil himself would have been proud.

I laughed and swatted at his chest. “I may be inexperienced, but even I know men can’t go again so soon.”

From one breath to the next, I went from laughing to gasping, as Jihoon did this twisty thing with his hips that thoroughly disproved that theory.

“Cheonsa, my training was extensive. You would not believe how much stamina I have.” He waggled his eyebrows at me, but there was nothing comical in the expression. “Just give me a moment to dispose of this condom, and get a fresh one.”

“You’re serious?” I stared at him like any moment he’d admit to teasing me, but if anything, his face, his eyes grew more intent, the meaning very clear.

“Oh Kaiya, I intend to welcome you to Korea very, very thoroughly.”

Holy hell.