Page 105 of The Last Guy On Earth
He rolls his eyes. “Just don’t take a step closer.”
My heart drops. “Why?”
“A guy only has so much willpower.”
Oh. We stare at each other for another long beat. Then he licks his lips, and I feel it in my sac. “And if I did take a step… Then what?”
He glares at me. “Take it and find out.”
On tonight of all nights, after an exciting conference win, it seems I’ve got the self-control of a squirrel in a nut shop. So of course, I step closer.
Jethro’s eyes darken. Then his hands land on my chest, and he pushes me bodily back into my own room. “Just remember.Youknocked on my fucking door.”
“I…I did,” I stammer as my knees hit the bed.
“This wasyouridea. You confusing son of a…”
I never find out how that sentence ends because he pounces, basically tossing me down on the bed. I’m on my back, and he’s covering my body with his heated one. His kiss is almost brutal in its vigor—all firm lips and scruff.
At first, I match his angry energy. Mouth locked onto his, I arch my back, pressing up against his chest. Jutting a knee between his muscular legs, I’m like a wrestler who won’t be pinned.
Then his tongue slides into my mouth, and I hear myself moan. He tastes like heat, and he tastes likehim. I stop fighting, my body going willingly slack under his.
Our kiss goes straight to nuclear. His kiss is deep and my body is on fire. If I could form a thought right now, I’d wonder if the hotel’s sprinkler system were up to code.
But thinking is overrated, while Jethro’s angry kisses are not. I take everything he’s giving me, and my body begs him for more.
He groans, rocking his hips against mine before coming up for air. “Christ,” he pants, pushing off my chest and glaring down at me. “You confusing fucker. Am I never getting over you?”
I run a hand up his strong chest, the way I’ve wanted to since he opened the door. “Been wondering how that works for years. Haven’t figured it out yet.”
All the fight drains from his expression. He lowers his body back onto mine, green eyes inches from my face. “Are we doing this?”
“Yes,” I say quickly. But I don’t wrap myself around him the way I want to. Not yet. I’m the one who keeps changing the rules, because my resolve crumbles every time I look at him.
Jethro watches me, like he can see the confusion inside my soul. He leans down and gives me another kiss. It’s quick. Too quick.
“Look,” he whispers. “This is a bad idea. But I want you anyway.”
“Yeah,” I manage. And then I give into the temptation to grasp his shoulders and pull him onto my chest. “So finish what you started.”
Confusion flickers through his eyes.
“Our first time,” I say. “I was twenty-four, kinda drunk, and half in love with you. And you said, ‘Hey buddy let’s get off together! What could go wrong?’” I lift my hips off the bed and grind my cock against his. “You feel that? Fifteen years later and still going strong.”
He lets out a breath before kissing my neck. “You gave me a whole fricking PowerPoint about why you can’t fool around with a player. So how do you think this ends?”
I screw my eyes shut and say, “I don’t know, Jetty. I just wish I could be twenty-four again for one night. I want to love you and not think about the consequences.”
FORTY-SEVEN
Jethro
My heart is pounding so hardI’m sure Clay can feel it. I’m still lying on top of him, almost nose to nose.
He wants sex, and I’m the dumbass who’s arguing with him. Why am I like this?
I guess because I’ve been trying to do things right for once in my damn life. I’m trying to be honest with myself. “You make it so damn hard,” I mutter under my breath.
