Page 108 of The Other Guy

“As long as taking it slow doesn’t mean we can’t have sex tonight, I’m good with it, too.”

I bark out a laugh and lift her up, my forearms cradling under her butt.

“Definitely not,” I mumble before taking her mouth in one of those all-consuming moments of passion she was just talking about. All night I stared at her, touched her, laughed with her, and smiled more than I’ve smiled in my entire life and all I could think was how badly I just wanted to get her alone. Now I have her and I can’t decide what I want to do with her first.

I want to toss her on the bed.

Taste and feel every inch of her body.

Hear her pleasure.

Watch as she comes apart.

Let her scent wash over me.

I want to spread her out underneath me.

I want to feel her wrapped around me in every single way.

I want to get lost in her.

I want to be the man who she gets lost in.

Who reminds her how very much she’s worth. Not just a friendship. But so much more than that.

Over and over again.

Once won’t be enough.

I know it as well as I know the back of my own hand.

“I don’t know what I want to do first,” I finally admit after I realize I’ve been staring down at her for long enough that she stares up at me in confusion.

She taps her chin. “Hmm. So many options. And only all night long to go through them.”

“All night sounds good. Think I’ll start with getting rid of this pesky underwear that is in the way.”

“What about my bra?”

“That, too.”

“And your boxers?”

“Bossy little thing, aren’t you?” I joke as I strip us of our last tiny scraps of clothing. Lying next to her, both of us completely naked and vulnerable, I drag my fingertip up her sternum and over the swell of her breast. Slowly, I trace a tiny circle around the center before I take it in my mouth. Sucking and licking, biting gently then easing the ache and sucking hard. Smiling when she squirms beneath me.

“So impatient.”

“Jack… oh my gosh. I shouldn’t like this so much.”

I don’t know why not. I’m having a great fucking time.

Rather than respond, I continue working her up, switching to the other breast to give it some attention as well. I lift up on my knees and straddle her. I know my hardness brushes against her and that she loves it. She moans. Loudly. Continues squirming and gripping the comforter and saying my name in this low and sultry voice I’ve never heard before. But can’t wait to hear a million more times.

Then I press her breasts together, teasing and sucking on them at the same time. She fists the hair that’s longer on the top of my head and tugs. It sends a shockwave of pleasure through me and I know if she keeps making these sounds and clawing at me the way she is, when I am finally inside her, I’m not going to last.

I need to press the brakes but I don’t have it in me to do anything but keep moving forward.

“Jack. Holy shit. I’m gonna…”

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