I should get used to the fire. I was clearly going to hell for having such impure thoughts about a guy from Michigan. OSU football was religion in my house, and we worshipped on Saturdays at the Horseshoe.
So why did I love the way his strong hand held my hip and pulled me close? As his head dipped down, I focused on his lips, staring at them until they were too close and my eyes fell shut. The contact of his mouth on mine wasn’t what I expected. It was sweet, and slow, and tame. He brushed his lips gently against mine, like a caress. As if we had all night.
But we didn’t have all night, because now I wanted him so badly, need made the bones in my body vibrate. I curled my hand up into his hair and locked him into my kiss. It’d been four days since I’d agreed to meet him, and I’d spent every one of them anticipating what was going to happen. I wasn’t sure if I was now in a worst or best-case scenario.
A sigh slipped out of me when Jay answered my kiss, layering on a new level of heat and seduction. His thumb crept beneath the hem of my tank top, but his palm stayed in place on my hip. The pad of his finger swept over my skin, and although it was a simple touch, goose bumps broke out all over me.
His tongue slipped inside my mouth and moved in time with his thumb. Deliberate and unhurried. When I inhaled, I breathed him in. His cologne was noticeable but subtle, like leather and pine. It was a potent combination.
I turned my head to the side as his mouth shifted over my cheek. Everything around us was frozen beneath the stars and bathed in white moonlight. When his breath filled my ear, his hand finally began the slow journey upward beneath the fabric of my shirt.
“Tell me something,” he said. His palm skated over my ribcage and settled on my breast.
“Hmm?” I couldn’t think when he was touching me, or when his lips feathered kisses against the side of my neck.
“Tell me anything.” His voice was low. “I’d planned on talking first. I wasn’t supposed to jump right on you, but you’re kind of hard to keep my hands off of.”
A laugh trickled out of me as he didn’t stop his seduction. Jay squeezed my bra-clad breast and sucked on the sensitive spot just below my ear. Pleasure poured through me and tightened my voice. “You want to have a conversation now?”
My shirt rode up on his forearm, revealing skin and lace, giving him more room to work with.
“I’m pretty good at conversation.” He lifted his head and I felt his gaze sliding over me. His expression clouded with lust. “I’m even better at multi-tasking.”
I inhaled sharply as his face nuzzled between my breasts, and he was licking, and sucking, and biting me gently through the lace. The rough edges of his stubble rubbed against my skin.
“Shit, that feels good,” I whispered.
He moved, settling over me and between my legs. I trapped his head in my hands, threading fingers through his hair. This evening had gone off the rails so fast. Damn him and his sexy tongue. I swallowed an enormous gulp of breath when he hooked the cup of my bra with a finger and tugged it to the side. My nipple was only exposed for a second, and then covered with his hot mouth.
Thoughts blurred in my head. He’d said I was supposed to tell him something, and I asked it in a strangled voice. “What do you want to know?”
How did he do that? His hands were everywhere. One steadied my breast while the other pushed beneath me, getting me to arch up into him. I tightened my legs around his jean-covered hips, savoring the sensation of the rough seams against my inner thighs. But, really, I enjoyed his semi-hard dick pressing against me even more.
There was a faint pop as Jay released my skin from his mouth. “Tell me . . . whatever. You never answered my question before.”
“Which one?”
“Why you’re single.” His lips teased over my pebbled skin.
“Pick a reason. I’m too busy. I’m too picky.” I made a face, not wanting to think about it, but it spilled out of me. “Or go with what my last boyfriend said. I’m too difficult.”
I expected him to crack a joke, or to have more questions, but Jay didn’t slow. His tongue spun a circle on my nipple, and as the breeze flitted over my damp skin, I shivered from the sensation.
Before Jay, I’d never had an orgasm with a guy, although my last boyfriend didn’t know that. Andy had needed a confidence boost the first time we’d done the deed, and I’d faked my O, and then the next time, only to continue the lie for too long I couldn’t backtrack.
There was a saying in cheerleading that once is luck, but twice is skill. Could Jay get me there again? Should I go back to faking it if he couldn’t?
“Maybe I like your brand of difficult.” His tone was sinful. “Tell me something else.”
“Like what?” I groaned in my head. My frustration wasn’t with his demand. Couldn’t he see how desperate he was making me? I was writhing beneath him.
“Tell me,” he commanded, “when I’m going to see you again.”
My lungs ground to a halt. There wasn’t supposed to be a next time, and a new battle in my head grew loud. If I wasn’t going to see him again, what was I doing tonight? It was unlikely I’d let it go that far, but I wasn’t a one-night stand type of girl.
The desire swirling in me made me honest. “I don’t know. I shouldn’t.”
“Because of the dumb rivalry?” He shifted, dropping a line of kisses in my cleavage and trailing lower. It muffled his words. “Forget about that.”
Oh, good lord. His devious mouth was branding me, moving over my stomach. Fireworks bloomed across my skin as his fingers circled the snap at the top of my shorts. He’d probably get me to forget my own name.
The button popped free under his deft fingers, and I swallowed a breath. “You don’t understand. My family—”
“I’m great with families.”
“That’s not what I mean.”
His focus was locked onto the pull of my zipper, and he inched it down, tooth-by-tooth. “You don’t seem like a girl who’d let her family choose who she hangs out with.”
He peeled back the sides of my shorts and planted a kiss on the newly exposed skin just above the line of my lace panties. I threaded my hands through my hair, wanting to pull it out. The ache was unbearable, and his words were spun perfectly. I couldn’t argue with them.
His hot breath danced over my skin, while he hooked his fingers at the sides of my shorts, tugging them down. Over one hipbone, then the other side. He moved lazily, and it had to be for my benefit, giving me all the time in the world to shut him down. Instead, my body took command and I lifted my hips, making it easier for him.
“Okay,” I whispered.
He had my shorts around my knees, but froze like he hadn’t heard me right. “Okay?”