I perched on the arm of the sofa. “So have you really thought about this or are you blowing smoke up my ass? I’m not a fan of that either, for what it’s worth. One-way street and all that. Are you a doggy-style guy or a missionary? Cowgirl? Sideways missionary? Dang, there’s a whole slew of them, isn’t there? I don’t think I even know more sex positions than that.”
His upper body rose then fell.
I was breaking him.
“Although, now I’m starting to think you were just talking shit. You dragged me home so you could tell me how badly you want to fuck me, but here I am, still waiting, thinking up my own scenarios, yet you haven’t said a word.”
He gripped the edge of the counter.
“I guess that was just a threat to bring me home. It was a bad one, as far as threats go. You should have threatened to throw out my laptop or ban my TV shows.” I tapped my finger against my lips. “Especially the laptop. That’s a real threat.” I shuddered. “My poor baby.”
“Jesus Christ, Shelby, do you ever shut up?” Jay turned, jaw clenched and pinned me with his gaze.
I held out my hands and shrugged, pouting out my lower lip. “You’re the one who said we needed to talk. I was just getting it started. It’s not my fault you can’t carry through with your threat of telling me how bad you want to fuck me, or were you just being a big burly alpha male because we weren’t alone?”
“You wanna know? Really?”
“Are you gonna write me a note? Because my characters were in the middle of banging each other when you so rudely interrupted me. It was a bit inconvenient if it was all for nothing.”
“All for nothing? Here’s an idea—shut up, and I’ll start the conversation by showing you just how much I want you.”
“You have to keep your pants on, remember? That’s part of the room—” I finished on a squeal. He’d closed the distance between us in seconds and with his hands under my arms, he tossed me backward on the sofa.
I bounced on the soft cushions, but there was no chance of me finishing my sentence. Jay leaned over me, sliding his body between my legs, and kissed me. I melted easily into the kiss, easing my hands up over his shoulders.
I hadn’t aimed for this, but I can’t say I was mad about it.
He kissed me firmly and deeply, his tongue teasing the seam of my mouth before he flicked it against mine. I whimpered at the feel of his cock hardening against me, and my fingers twitched where they were gripping his shoulders.
Every time he moved, just the slightest jerk, his cock pressed harder and harder at the seam of my shorts.
He ran one of his large hands up and down my thigh, his fingers just skirting beneath my shorts before he pulled them back and gripped my ass, pushing himself harder against me.
My breath caught between kisses, and he smiled against me. I didn’t have to look to know it was a cocky, self-assured one.
He’d wanted to tell me, but he was doing one better.
He was showing me.
I still didn’t understand. I didn’t understand entirely why he was kissing me as passionately as he was or why he was so hard for me, but it was okay. Any reason he gave for doing it in this moment was a-okay with me.
Because, for the first time in my life, I felt the kind of magic I’d only ever written about.
I wanted to drown in this moment. To sink into him, into the kiss, and never come back up for air.
I wanted to wrap myself around him like a cocoon and stay there, holding him against me, so he could do nothing but kiss me.
And finally, finally, I knew what it was really like to be kissed. To be kissed so deeply and so real that you felt it down to your soul.
That’s what kissing Jay was like.
The most real kiss I’d ever experienced.
With my best friend.
Holy shit. I was shamelessly making out with—and rubbing my clitoris against—my best friend and his rock-hard cock.
I couldn’t help it.
I burst out laughing.
It made Jay pause and pull back, looking down at me with curiosity in his eyes. “That’s the first time that’s ever happened.”
I clapped both hands over my mouth, doing my best to stem the giggles, but I couldn’t. This day had been such a rollercoaster, and I didn’t know if this laughter was simply nerves or because I was making out with my best friend.
Jay sighed, pushing himself upright. I scooted back from him so I could sit, too, and dipped my head until I had myself under control.
As much as I could, that was. I mean, my clitoris was throbbing like nobody’s business. If it got much worse, I’d need a doctor. Or an orgasm.