Page 105 of It's Complicated

“Remember when I said I had a whole thing planned?”

I nodded.

“That wasn’t just what I was going to say to you.” He shrugged helplessly. “I tried to plan something romantic, but you know me. I’m just a dumb jock. What the hell do I know about romance?”

“Going out for a drink together was a good date idea.”

He shot me a look.

“It was,” I insisted. “But you dropped the ball when you spent the entire date ignoring me and acting all squirely.”

His neck went red, and his cheeks flushed bright pink.

Was he blushing again?

“That wasn’t part of the plan. More of an unexpected side effect.”

“Unexpected side effect?” I arched one eyebrow questioningly.

“Going out for a drink was only part one.” He let out a nervous laugh. “But I think I overshot with the rest of my ideas.”

“I’m so confused.”

“I had this whole thing planned for when we got home. I was going to sweep you off your feet with my flawless love declaration, then show you parts two and three, but I miscalculated a few things, and my delivery was anything but flawless.”

“I have no idea what you’re saying, Z. You’re talking in code.”

He stepped out of my grip and took my hand in his. “Remember, I’m just a dumb jock who wouldn’t know romance if it bit me in the ass,” he said, tugging me toward his room.

I followed, more confused than a chameleon in a bowl of Skittles.

Isaac threw open the door to his room and pulled me inside. I promptly burst out laughing.

His room was immaculately clean, his bed neatly made, and all the random pieces of clothing that usually littered the floor were absent. He’d also placed battery-powered candles around the room and left them on while we’d been out, the flickering lights soft against the dark.

But it wasn’t the cleanliness or the candles that caused me to laugh.

That would be the message spelled out on his bed in what looked like rose petals:Can I eat your ass?

That was so quintessentially Isaac that I had to fight the urge to throw myself into his arms and kiss the hell out of him. First I had to stop laughing, then I could ravish him.

“Dumb jock, remember.” He grinned as I composed myself. “Are you good and romanced yet?”

“Totally romanced.” I hauled him against me and gave him a deep, wet kiss.

He moaned against my mouth and clung to me, his kisses almost violent in their desperation.

“You wanna eat my ass?” I asked against his lips, pulling him closer by the hips so our hard dicks pressed together.

He’d used his fingers on me, but never his mouth. The thought of having his tongue on me, in me, made my body tighten, and I kissed him again, meeting his urgency with my own.

He ran his hands down my back and grabbed my ass, tearing his mouth from mine. “Fuck, Jamie,” he panted, grinding against me. “I can’t.”

“You can’t eat my ass?” I blinked, some of my arousal replaced with confusion.

“No. I mean, yes. I can. I want to.” He shook his head, his voice as wrecked as his expression. “But I need you to fuck me. Right now.”

“Z?” I gaped at him.

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