Page 58 of Now That It's You
She wanted to ask if Matt had told him or if he’d figured it out for himself in the closet, but bringing up Matt right now didn’t seem wise.
“Nothing in the world could feel this real.” His hands moved over them, steady and sure. “Nothing.”
She was too dizzy to know exactly what he meant, so she slid her arms around his waist and gave herself over to the pleasure of his mouth moving up her throat and behind her ear. She gasped as he kissed her shoulder, taking his time, getting to know her body.
She wanted to know his body, too.
Her fingers found the hem of his shirt and tugged up. She wasn’t quite tall enough to execute the move seamlessly, and ended up stuck just below his chin. He stopped kissing her shoulder long enough to help her tug it over his head, and they both laughed when his arms got tangled up in the sleeves.
“You’d think we’d never done this before,” Meg murmured.
“We haven’t.”
“You know what I mean,” she said, kissing his shoulder. “With each other.”
Kyle dropped his shirt on the ground and smiled, bare-chested and beautiful before her. She started to reach out and touch him, but he grabbed her by the waist and turned them both around so they faced each other in the opposite direction. Then he sat down on the cot, putting himself eye-level with her breasts.
Or mouth-level.
“Oh,” Meg gasped as his mouth found her nipple and began to work magic. She twined her fingers in his hair and closed her eyes again, giving over to the sensation. Dropping her head back, she felt him taste and suck and stroke until her knees began to quiver.
“Please say you have a condom,” she whispered.
“I have a condom.”
“Thank God.” She sank down onto the cot beside him and planted a kiss on his right shoulder.
He pulled her down onto the cot with him, lying back with her whole body pressed against his. It was a tight fit with two of them, barely enough room for them to lie on their sides facing each other. Somehow, Meg managed to get his pants down over his hips, and he grabbed them from her before she could toss them aside. “Wallet,” he murmured as he kissed her breasts.
“Now’s not the time to go shopping.”
“Smartass,” he said, delivering a light nip to the underside of her breast. “Here, take this.”
He slid the condom into her hands and reached for the button on her jeans. Meg tore the wrapper open while he made quick work of getting her out of the rest of her clothes.
With the condom out of its packet, she reached for him with her free hand. The instant her fingers closed around him, she sucked in a breath. “Oh, my God.”
She stopped herself there, afraid of what might come out of her mouth next. None of her thoughts were appropriate.
I haven’t slept with anyone since him.
You’re bigger than he was.
I hope this doesn’t change things.
She pushed the thoughts from her head and focused on feeling instead. She rolled the condom on, rewarded by his gasp of pleasure.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she murmured against his shoulder.
“Don’t think,” he said, rolling onto his back and pulling her on top of him. “This isn’t about using our brains.”
She couldn’t help giggling then as she straddled him with her knees pressed against his hips. “What body parts should I focus on then?”
“Let me show you.”
He reached between their bodies and positioned himself at her opening. She didn’t need any further invitation. Meg slid down over him, gasping as he moved hard and slippery into her. A soft cry slipped from her throat, and she hoped like hell he didn’t have any close neighbors.
Kyle smiled and moved his hands to her hips. She began to rock, slowly at first, letting their bodies adjust to each other. His hands moved to her breasts and squeezed, spurring Meg to quicken her pace.
