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.”