I am embarrassingly feral for this man, grinding against his thigh like a sex crazed dog in heat. The only thing making me feel comfortable doing this is the feel of his hips rocking into me, also desperate.
“Yes. Jack. More.” I’m a one syllable sentence kind of girl right now.
He growls deep in the back of his throat and works his way back to my lips, kissing me firmly, but without tongue. “No,” I whimper as I feel him regain his control and slow down, kissing me carefully. I hear him sigh through his nose as he pecks either side of my mouth and rests his forehead on mine.
His eyes are closed and he is breathing heavily, his chest brushing my sensitive peaked nipples with every intake.
“We need to stop,” he says, squeezing my hips again. He steps back slightly so I’m no longer riding his thigh. His forehead is still on mine.
“Why?” I whisper desperately.
“Because, if we carry on, I’m going to be inside you in minutes.”
“Sounds like a great plan,” I deadpan.
“We’re supposed to be taking it slow, building trust. We’re still getting to know each other,” he says smiling down at me.
“Your middle name is David. Your favourite colour is Red. You could live without pizza, which is frankly a red flag that I have ignored. Your parents live in Spain in a house you bought them…” I list, he cuts me off by stepping back and taking my hands.
His gaze is intense as he looks at me, “I’m not ready, okay.” He must see the confusion on my face because he continues, “I’ve never wanted someone as much as I want you, and I don’t mean sex. I want you in my life. I want this to be the start of something. I’ve never had sex with feelings before, so this is all new territory for me. I need to be more than a rebound to you, and you need to see you’re more than a fuck to me. So, I’m going to need a minute. Okay?”
It’s like a bucket of ice-cold water has been thrown over me.Fucking feelings.
Chapter twenty-four
Emily
“We still haven’t had sex.”
“WHAT!?” Jess shouts turning to me. Almost everyone in the shop turns to look at us. I tuck my head down shushing her.
“Sorry,” she says at a much more acceptable level. “But how have you not had sex yet?”
I look around making sure no one is eves dropping and go turn back to the rack of sale items I was flicking through. “It’s not for lack of trying…” I say.
“Woah! What are you saying now? Can he not perform?”
“No. No. Jesus. Not that!” Waving my hands at her, I cut her off, not wanting her to get the wrong idea. If anything from the very few and far between steamy make out sessions we have had in the past five weeks, I can tell he’s very able to perform. And eager. With alargeamount of enthusiasm. “He wants to take it slow and get to know each other,” I say deflated.
“What a better way to get to know each other than to introduce your genitals!” she replies matter-of-factly. I can’t help agreeing. “We’ve been on four dates, he’s been to my house multiple times, and I can’t seem to get past kissing him. It’s very frustrating”
“Oooh, I imagine it’sveryfrustrating.” She wiggles her eyebrows at me.
I huff, shoulders slumping.
“What about this?” Jess says holding up a red lacy body suit.
“Very slutty. You’ll suit it.” I wink at her.
“No for you!” She says and holds it out to me, “It’s your size and it’s…” she looks at the label, “eighty percent off, it’s basically free!”
“Girl maths…” I take the body suit off her and examine it. It’s very see-through with a lot of straps that cross over each other. I’ve never worn anything like this before, a cute matching set of underwear yes, but I’m not brave enough to wear something like this. “I think I would get stuck trying to get this on,” I say as I hand the bodysuit back to Jess.
“No.” She shoves it back at me.
“Jess, you know this isn’t me, I’d never feel comfortable in this…”
“That’s exactly why you need it. Look, no one has to even see you in it if you don’t like it, just take it home, try it on and wear it under your clothes and see how sexy you feel. Plus, when you do let Jack see you in it, there’s no way he’s going to say no to having sex with you!”