Page 38 of It's Complicated

Slowly, I lifted my hand and tipped his chin up the slightest bit, tilting it ever so gently to the side, like I was lining him up for a kiss. Leaning in, I stopped when our lips were a few inches apart.

“There,” I said, my voice husky and a bit rough as I traced my gaze over his lips before looking into his eyes. “That’s perfect.”

“Perfect?” he asked, his cheeks flushing pink.

“This is how you’re going to look when I kiss you later,” I murmured. “And you look perfect.”

“Jesus.” Jamie blinked a few times. “How the fuck were you so suave at sixteen? I once asked a girl if she liked cheese because I couldn’t think of a better icebreaker.”

I huffed out a laugh. “Cheese? How did that work out for ya?”

“Not great.” He grinned. “She was lactose intolerant.”

“Of course she was.” My eyes fell to his mouth again. “My homecoming date threw herself into my arms after that line, FYI.”

With a wicked grin, Jamie closed the distance between us, his lips pressing against mine in a hot kiss.

It was so different from the first time he kissed me, and his confidence, not to mention his skill, had me moaning into his mouth in no time.

“I definitely like kissing you,” he mumbled between kisses.

Fisting my hands in his shirt, I yanked him against me. “Yeah?”

He nodded, then sealed his mouth over mine again in another blistering kiss.

I’d never kissed anyone like this before. The passion and intensity were new, but it was how rough we were being, how hewasn’t careful as he crushed me against him, that made my head spin.

I’d never been that aggressive when it came to sex. I was usually the one who started things and had no problem making the first move, but I wasn’t that guy who tossed girls around or left them breathless from my kisses.

But with Jamie, it was completely different. His strength was a massive turn-on, so was being manhandled by him.

Everything about the kiss was perfect, and I didn’t bother tempering my moans or reactions. I wanted him to know how much I was enjoying it. How much I wanted him.

“Z,” he whispered against my lips, pausing the onslaught of kisses.

I was about to ask if he was okay when he pressed the palm of his hand against my stomach.

I froze, waiting to see what he would do next.

Slowly, he slid his hand down until the bottom of his palm brushed against my cock.

That feather-light touch sent a jolt of electricity through me, lighting me up from the inside.

“Jamie,” I said on a low moan.

“Is that okay?”

“Yeah. You can do whatever you want to me.”

“Whatever I want?” He smirk-smiled.

I nodded.

“What if I want to do this?” He slid his hand lower and pressed his palm against my length.

I bucked into his touch, my entire body on fire.

Holy shit. Jamie was touching my dick.

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