Page 9 of Just Curious

“Oh, Willa.” He looked at her reverently. “I don’t even know where to begin. You’re so perfect.”

Willa scoffed. “Sweet talker. I’m already a sure thing.” She flung her arms around him and kissed him.

As their tongues dueled and tasted, their hands wandered. Jackson’s large, warm hand slid under Willa’s shirt and caressed her bare skin. “You’re so warm and silky—your skin feels like velvet,” he told her between kisses.

Willa also snaked her hands inside Jackson’s shirt, and she purred with delight at discovering his firm abs and muscular, smooth back. “You must do more than just running to keep this physique of yours,” she observed.

Jackson sat up and yanked off his shirt with a soft laugh. “Push-ups and sit-ups every day.” He winked at her.

Willa moaned happily at the sight, and her eyes dilated with desire. Jackson was seriously ripped—pretty amazing for a self-proclaimed nerd.

Jackson’s eyes turned serious for a moment. “Let’s do the responsible thing for a second and have a little chat, alright?’”

“Umm… a chat about…?”

Nodding, he explained, “Birth control, condoms… you know.”

Willa also sat up then and looked serious. “Oh, that stuff. Yes. Well, I have a five-year IUD in place that I’ve had for two years, so I’d say we’re good. I haven’t had a boyfriend for about a year now and got tested back when we broke up even though we also used condoms. What about you?”

“I’ve always been a condom kind of guy—religiously, but I didn’t bring any with me tonight, so I guess I ought to run home for a minute to grab some.”

“It’s okay. I have a new box of them in the nightstand.” She smiled. “I had to make a drugstore run today anyway and thought, ‘Why not?’ Better to be safe than sorry, and it’s good to be prepared…” She looked away for a second. “You must think I’m pretty eager.”

Jackson gently took her chin in his hand and turned her face to look at him. “I’m beyond flattered, Willa, and believe me, I’m just as eager.” He gave her a soft kiss this time. “Now where is that box of condoms?”

Willa indicated the bedside table and answered with all sincerity, “In that drawer behind the dildoes, handcuffs, cock rings and butt plugs.”

Jackson’s jaw dropped momentarily before he leapt from the bed to wrench open the drawer with so much force, Willa was afraid the entire contents would land on the floor. She fought to stifle her laughter, pressing her lips together.

He burst out laughing when he found the box sitting next to a sedate little black vibrator, and that was all. When he could stop cracking up, he asked, “So were you embarrassed by the sex toy and wanted to make it seem like nothing in comparison?”

“Well…” she shrugged her shoulders and let her laughter loose finally. “Not really, but I guess your reaction says something about you.”

“I do like an adventure,” he said pointedly, looking into her eyes. “But I also need to finish letting you know that I was tested before leaving Silicon Valley. When I thought about my girlfriend’s nonchalance regarding me leaving, I wondered if she’d been cheating. My tests came back just fine.”

“Thanks for your honesty. Now come back and kiss me some more before I positively melt into a puddle of want.”

Flopping onto the bed, he laughed. “You’re such an author. A ‘puddle of want?’”

“That’s exactly what it feels like.” She grinned at him and whipped her shirt off over her head, tossing it away. Her breasts were barely contained in a sheer, lacy bra. Opening her arms to him, she commanded in a silly brogue, “Take me, milord!” Then she snorted. “Did that sound romance-y to you? All the Scottish women probably yell that to their Highlanders, I think. But I don’t write that kind of stuff.”

“You’re in quite a mood, Miss Erotic Romance Writer.” He leered at her and then buried his face between her breasts. He kissed and nuzzled them as he reached around to undo the clasp of her bra. As soon as her boobs were free, he grabbed a nipple with his lips.

Willa let out a barrage of moans and encouraging noises that turned Jackson on no end. He switched to the other breast and gave it a playful bite, as Willa burst out with a loud, “Yes! Don’t be afraid to get a little rough. I’m not fragile.” He held her nipple with his teeth and tongued it quickly. “Oh, yes, more of that please,” she ordered. She jammed her fingers into his hair and held him even closer. She toed her shoes off, and Jackson heard them thud onto the floor as she kicked them out of the way.

When it seemed that neither of them could take it any longer, Jackson reached for the zipper on Willa’s jeans. Looking straight into her eyes as he slowly lowered it, he asked, “You’re sure?”

“Absolutely.” She raised her hips to help him drag the jeans down over her hips. They hit the floor along with the rest of her clothes. All she had on now was a lacy pair of bikini underwear that had a tiny bow right over her pussy.

“This looks like a pretty little present,” he observed with a crooked smile. “Lucky me.”

“Better unwrap it then. But take your pants off too first, please.”

Jackson stood and quickly got rid of his jeans and boxers all in one swoop. His erection stood out, proud and glistening. He squelched a tiny snort as Willa’s jaw dropped. His arousal grew as her eyes lit up with eagerness. He quickly yanked off his socks and then bent over to drag Willa’s panties down her long, smooth legs. He spread her legs apart and lay down between them.

“Gorgeous,” he muttered as he reached for her pussy. “You’re so wet, Willa. I’ll take that as a compliment.” Then he dragged his lips along her inner thigh, licking and nibbling as he went.

“You should,” she groaned contentedly as she felt his fingers exploring her sensitive places.

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