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“Thanks for looking out for us,” I say, propping myself up on my pillows and looking at him way at the other end of the bed.
“Yeah, of course. I mean, it’s no problem.”
“Why are you doing it?” I’m not going to dance around things and try to guess about feelings and thoughts and… I’m too old for that kind of high school drama.
Jay licks his lips, and I don’t think he realizes how incredibly sensuous he is when he’s doing it. “I care about you. I mean… you’re a hard-worker, and I’ve appreciated the effort you’ve put in at The Rusty Oak.”
I don’t buy it for a second. Before my mom was taken to the hospital, I was acting incredibly awkward and standoffish because I didn’t know how to deal with Jay.
But now that I’ve had time to think through my feelings, I know what’s really going on. I like him. I don’t think it’s possible to have sex with someone and not like them, not for me anyway. So… here I am. Full of something like admiration for Jay but not knowing what to do with it.
I watch him for a moment as his eyes scan the posters I thought were wall-worthy when I was in high school. I sit up and grab his chin, gently turning him to face me. When his eyes land on my face, only inches away, I find myself breathless.
With great effort, I say, “Could you stop judging high school me?”
“I think you could convince me to do that,” Jay tells my lips.
I slowly stick out my tongue and run it along my bottom lip before pulling it into my mouth and biting it. Jay lets out a groan that I’m afraid is too loud.
“Don’t start doing things like that unless you intend to follow through on the promises you’re making me.” Jay is still having a hard time looking anywhere except my lips.
“Who said I don’t intend to follow through?” I ask, suddenly knowing exactly what’s going to happen. Despite the fact that I’m not sure how to deal with our relationship, I know how to deal with this moment.
Jay bends forward, and his lips touch mine.
I allow myself to let go, to stop thinking so much and just enjoy. Jay’s lips instantly find their rhythm as they kiss mine, the yeasty smell of beer on his jacket enveloping us.
His hands cup my face. I want them to move further down, but I’m willing to wait. Instead, I slip my hands inside the folds of his jacket, sliding them up his chest until I reach his shoulders. I push my hands down his shoulders, forcing him to shrug off the jacket so I can touch him a little more easily. He’s wearing a plain red T-shirt underneath, and I slide my hands down his chest before moving them underneath his shirt and sliding them back up, my fingers gliding over his skin.
Jay’s tongue pushes its way into my mouth, and I don’t resist. I meet his tongue with my own, warmth flooding through me as we hungrily kiss each other.
I want him, and the kiss is not nearly enough. My hands rest on his shoulders, underneath the fabric of his T-shirt, and I squeeze the large muscles he has built up there.
I slowly pull back from Jay’s mouth, trying desperately to catch my breath as he reaches behind him and pulls his shirt over his head.
Jay reaches for my sweater and pulls it up and over my head in one smooth motion. Then, he runs a finger down my skin, starting at my shoulder and going around my breasts, then to my stomach.
“Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?”
“I’d rather hear you say it,” I tell him, my lips just by his ear.
He kisses me on my neck, one kiss for each word. “You… are… beautiful.” Then, he starts to run his mouth down my arm from my shoulder to my elbow, his tongue working away and interrupting his kisses.
I pull Jay’s earlobe into my mouth, nibbling at the edge of it. He starts to groan, and I instantly remember where we are.
“My mom is sleeping in the living room. I don’t want to…”
“Oh, you want me to be quiet,” Jay says, his warm breath making me shiver. He moves his lips until they are right next to my ear. “You want to touch me like that, and you don’t want me to make any noise? I’ll try my best, but I’m not making any promises.”
Without warning, Jay pushes me back onto the bed. I land against the pillows, and he leans over me. He finds both of my hands with his and intertwines our fingers together as he presses his mouth against mine once more.
I can feel my panties getting wet as Jay presses against my body, putting us skin to skin. The weight of his leg resting in between mine and his hips grinding into me makes me want to grab him and pull him fully on top of me, fully inside me.
He pulls our hands up closer to my head and adjusts so that I can feel his dick pressed hard against my core. I want to grab him, pull him toward me, run my thumb along the smooth end of his cock.
But he won’t let me. He keeps my hands pinned in place above my head, only letting me feel the taste of his mouth against mine. After what feels like an eternity, Jay finally slides his hands out of mine and moves his mouth further down my body.
He kisses my neck, then the swells of my breasts, slowly working his way to the edge of my bra. I push myself up against him, arching my back.
