“I want to,” she whispers near my ear, making me shiver. “But I know I’ll probably mess it up.”
“How?” I turn to face her, her hands falling away from my shoulders. “How will you mess this up? You always say things like that, but you never explain yourself.”
She shrugs. Like she doesn’t want to answer me.
Or maybe she doesn’t know how.
“I think that’s complete bullshit, Jens,” I tell her vehemently. “You’ll either make it work, or you won’t.”
“It’s not that simple…” Her
voice drifts, and I grab hold of her waist, hauling her into my lap.
“It is that simple.” I kiss her, a soft, lingering kiss that makes me practically vibrate with wanting her. “I like you, you like me.”
She smiles, but her eyes are sad. “Uh huh.”
“And I don’t want to see anyone else.”
“I don’t want to see anyone else either.” She wraps her legs around my hips, slings her arms around my neck.
“Okay then, it’s official. We’re committed.” I kiss her again to seal the deal, and she starts to giggle against my mouth, as if I just told her a joke. “Hey, I’m serious.”
The giggles stop. “I know you are, and I like this idea. I do. I just don’t know if it’s—realistic.”
“Why the hell not?” I am so over game-playing and lying and bullshit. “Are you still feeding me a bunch of lies?”
She looks me straight in the eyes. “No.”
Notice how she doesn’t deny that she’s fed me a bunch of lies before.
“Are there things I should know about you?” I lean in close, our noses touching. “Are you still keeping secrets from me?”
Her eyes slide closed as she kisses me, rendering me stupid with her lips and tongue. I let it happen, and I know deep in my soul that this is a distraction. This kiss, the way she’s touching me, trying to help me shed my shirt, stroking the front of my jeans. I don’t protest—why would I protest? This is exactly what I wanted from the start.
We kiss like this for minutes, until she finally breaks away and runs her mouth along my jawline. I take a deep breath, holding on to her tight, afraid if I let go she’ll slip right out of arms and disappear.
Irrational, but fears are rarely rational, am I right?
“All this serious talk freaks me out,” she murmurs against my neck, just before she kisses the sensitive skin below my ear. “Can’t we just have fun?”
“That’s what I was trying to tell you earlier.”
She lifts her head, her smoldering gaze meeting mine. “No, you were trying to get all aggressive with me because you were pissed at your brother.”
“I’m still pissed at my brother. I’m pissed at all of them, except for Addie.” And she is the last person I want to talk about right now.
“You never told me what was bothering you.”
“You never tell me what’s bothering you either,” I return.
We stare at each other for a tension-filled moment, and then I’m pushing her back onto the bed, kicking off my shoes and jeans and underwear, shrugging out of my shirt. She watches me while I strip, her expression almost…void, and I freeze. But then her eyes grow warm when they meet mine, as if she appreciates what she sees, and I stand at the foot of the bed for a moment, studying her.
With Jensen, I’m completely uninhibited. Not that I was a prude or anything like that, but I usually followed the girl’s lead. What she wanted, I wanted, and as we grew more comfortable, we’d get a little more adventurous.
Jensen and I have been adventurous from the first moment we had sex, and she’s led me down some pretty interesting paths. Ones I still want to explore.
I think of us in my car. I think of us in the hallway at the strip club. I think of the many ways I’ve had her, the many times I’ve tasted her, and the fact that I’ve only known her for a short while.