Page 68 of The Other Guy

I cover my face in embarrassment. My gosh, even my brain is on auto correct and I can barely speak. I have one thing on my mind.

He chuckles and climbs over the top of me, arms braced on either side of my head as he bends low, kissing me soundly on the lips.

“Is this okay?” he asks, voice so low it sends a shiver up my spine.

“Absolutely.”

His smile is blinding then he’s kissing me again and pressing my hands into the mattress and our skin glides against each other’s. The friction is almost more than I can handle and I spread my legs a little wider, dropping my knees to make more room for him.

Jack grinds against me and I can’t help but raise my hips to meet his.

With every man I’ve been with, I’ve felt… blah. There’s just no other word to describe it. It’s been mechanical, almost. No fireworks. No frills or thrills, for that matter. If I wanted an orgasm, which duh, of course I did, I’d have to make sure to help my partner get me there. No one has ever been able to figure it out on his own, and quite honestly, I’m not sure that it’s even possible for me.

Too often I get in my own head about it because it’s always turned into a thing with other men that I just either fake it or don’t even worry about it.

Sex has never been all that enjoyable for me, but maybe that’s because the men I chose to be with weren’t the right ones. Something tells me that Jack might be the exception, though. And dang if I’m not eager to find out.

I run my hands down his back, relishing in the feel of his muscles flexing under my touch. His kiss slowly speeds up. What started as sweet and tender turns faster and a little frantic as we paw at each other. I reach between us and push down his sweatpants and he kicks them the rest of the way off.

I’m not sure if I’m glad that he was wearing boxers underneath or disappointed. Part of me wants to say screw going slow, let’s get this show on the road. I’m curious to see if my theory about Jack being the exception is true. But a bigger part of me knows that it’s way too soon for us to be going that far.

I know I was the one who pushed his pants down, but I also need to let him know my limits. At least my limits right now.

“I can’t… not all the way, okay?” I say quietly, letting my fingertips run through the back of his short hair. It’s spiky but soft and sends all my senses firing.

“How far? You run this, okay? I’m willing to stop now if you need to.”

“NO!” I shout and clear my throat. “No, no stopping yet. Just no P in the V yet. Is that okay?”

He leans over so his elbow is resting on the mattress and his other arm is draped over my stomach. “Of course it’s okay, Sierra. I didn’t plan this. I meant what I said earlier. If this is as far as we go, I’m okay with that. I kind of took us both by surprise, I think, when I practically attacked you in the hallway. And I know you just broke up with someone you were in a long-term and serious relationship with.”

“It wasn’t that serious.”

“You were living with him,” he reminds me.

“Yeah, well, let’s just say that I met someone who opened my eyes a little bit to the men I’ve spent time with in the past and maybe, just maybe, I’d been purposely picking the wrong ones.”

“Oh, yeah? Who’s this,” he kisses me softly, “someone who finally opened your gorgeous eyes?” Another kiss, this one with a smile on his soft, gorgeous lips.

“Just some random guy I met.”

“Random, huh?” More kisses, this time moving down my jaw, over my collarbone, landing on my chest where he spends extra time. Kissing. Sucking. Licking. Biting.

The biting is new.

Never felt that sensation before and my body screams at me that it wants a repeat of it. Immediately. A lot. Would asking for it daily be too much?

“Holy shit,” I pant and feel that smile again against my skin. It might be my favorite. Feeling his lips curve up in a smile against my skin. Though seeing it is pretty incredible as well. Maybe he’ll just have to grace me with both as often as possible. That sounds like a good plan.

“How about…” he kisses his way down my body, “for tonight…” he continues his descension, “we play.”

“Play?” I ask, completely breathless. None left in me. In fact, I might need an oxygen source soon.

“Mm hmm. Play,” he adds on wickedly and tugs his boxers off my body.

It’s been a few days since I’ve shaved anything and I have a fleeting moment of panic because… duh, what woman wants to be caught unshaven with her pants down? But Jack doesn’t seem to mind.

His shoulders help spread me wider and he looks up at me from between my legs. I’m completely naked now with him in my most intimate area. It’s a vulnerable position to be in but I feel anything but. The heat in his eyes makes me feel powerful and in charge. I nod my head twice and that’s the permission he was apparently looking for.

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