Page 113 of It's Complicated

“Oh yeah.” He nodded. “She wasn’t being subtle about wanting to hook up with you again. I thought she was hoping I’d give you guys the room when everyone left. That’s why I stuck around and didn’t go to bed.”

“Really? I thought she was trying to wrangle some alone time with you. That’s why I didn’t leave either.”

“That wasn’t the vibe I got.”

“Guess we were both wrong.” I couldn’t stop playing with his hair. I loved the sensation of the thick, glossy strands sliding between my fingers. And I really loved the way Jamie pressed against my touch like a needy kitten.

“Or were we both right?” he asked, cracking a smile.

“Did you enjoy it?” I asked softly.

“Yes, but for all the wrong reasons.” He sighed. “I didn’t do it because I wanted to have a threesome, but because I wanted you, even if I didn’t understand it at the time.” He bit his lip and loosely held my hips.

“That’s exactly why I said yes.” I smoothed my fingers down his cheek. “I couldn’t take my eyes off you.”

His breathing hitched. “You couldn’t?”

Shaking my head, I resumed playing with his soft hair. “You were so beautiful, babe. Everything about you was so fucking gorgeous. I was mesmerized.” I let out a shuddering breath as my body tightened and my heart squeezed in my chest from the memories. “Watching you, seeing you come, was everything. And it didn’t freak me out. Not until after. In the moment, it felt right, even if I didn’t understand why.”

“Holy fuck.” Jamie closed his eyes and inhaled sharply. “You definitely don’t suck at romance because that was the most beautiful and romantic thing anyone has ever said to me.”

“Is that really an accomplishment when my previous attempt at romance was slapping the lube out of your hand and demanding that you stick your dick in me and fuck me like I owed you money?” I asked with a grin.

He laughed and hooked his legs around my thighs. “You did add flower petals and candles. I’d say that ups the romance factor. And I’m a simple guy. Feral Isaac begging for my cock is pretty damn romantic in my books.”

“Glad you think so, because that was all I was capable of by that point.” I paused. “I have a confession for you.”

“Another one?” He quirked his eyebrow playfully.

“I kissed you on purpose that night at the bar. In the bathroom.”

His eyes widened. “You did?”

“Yeah. I don’t even remember deciding to do it. I was just so confused about what I was feeling, and I saw you leaning in, and I just went for it.”

“I thought I kissed you,” he said.

“Nope.” I ran my thumb over his jaw, his stubble rasping against my skin. “That was all me. I kinda hate that our first kiss was an impulse.”

“I kinda love it now that I know it wasn’t an accident.” He smiled. “And I have my own confession about that kiss.”

“What’s that?”

“I liked it.” His neck flushed pink. “And I couldn’t stop thinking about it after. It freaked me the fuck out, but I wanted more.”

I ran my thumb over his bottom lip. “Me too.” Leaning down, I traced the tip of my tongue over the path my thumb had just taken.

Jamie’s lips parted with a soft sigh. I kissed his bottom lip, then the top one.

“Isaac,” Jamie breathed, arching into me and pressing his hard cock against mine.

Greedily, I covered his mouth with mine and deepened the kiss, sweeping my tongue between his lips and stroking it against his.

He moaned and kissed me back, rolling his hips so our erections dragged together in a long, slow scrape.

Breaking the kiss, I stared down at the man I was madly in love with, who miraculously loved me too.

“Babe?” he asked, his curious gaze searching my face.

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