Page 24 of Imagine Me and You

He was just now realizing that Sam was the reason he hadn’t had sex in eight months. She was the reason none of the women in his life lasted for very long. He couldn’t get over the longing. The what if. And if they could just do it now, if he could take away the mystery, then maybe he could get over that desire. Maybe he could go back to being the friend that he should be.

Yeah, somehow, in his lust-fogged mind, that made sense. A fix-it fuck. That was what they needed.

“Okay.”

She leaned in and kissed him again, that deep, sweet kiss that was like getting hit in the face with all the things he’d always wanted growing up but never had. A home that felt like comfort, spice and love. Companionship. Understanding. A place he could stay and rest forever. A refuge from everything ugly. She was so beautiful, her kiss so intoxicating, there was no room for bad feelings.

He closed his eyes and let it all wash over him, through him. This was more than lust. More than want. More than the F word he’d thought of a moment ago. This was more than he’d bargained for.

And they’d only kissed. But it was a kiss that had altered his whole body, from the inside out.

She pulled away, extending her hand, touching his lips with the tips of her finger. “I didn’t know how much I wanted this,” she said.

“I knew how much I wanted it.” He grabbed her wrist and tugged her forward, leaning back and bringing her with him so that she was astride him. She shrieked and braced herself on the couch arm behind his head. His erection was cradled by the heat at the apex of her thighs, her legs draped over his. He braced his hands on her hips and looked up at her, at her wide eyes and open mouth and he thought that if he died then, he could die happy.

Almost. It would be better if he could be inside of her first.

Just the thought made his blood pump hot and fast, made him feel like he was on the edge of losing it. His control, his mind. Everything.

Sam put her hands on his chest and leaned back, tilting her head to the side, her hair spilling over her shoulder, red with gold fire around the edges in the dim lamplight.

The movie was still on, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t care about anything right now. Anything beyond what it felt like to have Sam touch him like this.

“I seem to have forgotten how to do this,” she whispered. “It’s kind of embarrassing.”

“I’m at your mercy, Sam. If this is you forgetting how, I’m in big trouble if you ever remember your moves.”

“Can we stop talking?”

“I’m in favor of that.”

Sam’s whole body trembled as she leaned in and kissed Jace, her breasts pressed against his chest, her pulse pounding like a horse’s that had just escaped through an open gate. It was too late to go back. He was right. She would always wonder. She would always want.

And their little near miss, well, she hadn’t missed and she was sure he hadn’t either. They hadn’t fully consummated, but they had pushed things past the point of no return. So maybe if they pushed further, they would do a full circle.

A little bit of sex, and they would be able to reset everything. Go back to how it was, with the mystery solved. Successful experiment done.

Or something like that. Logic was a tricky thing with Jace’s hard cock up against her clit. Yes, yes it was. He even made her think words like that. Made her feel like a totally different person.

So strange that a man she’d known for almost half of her life was able to open up something in her she’d never found before. It made sense in a weird way, though. That sex with him would have a depth to it nothing else did. Because their relationship had depth to it that no other relationships in her life ever had.

She only hoped she survived this. More than that, she hopedtheydid.

Jace pushed his fingers beneath the hem of her sweater, his skin hot against her belly. His hands skimmed upward, cupping her breasts, not-so-expertly shielded by her lace bra.

“Oh...that feels...”

“Good?” he asked, his thumb sliding over her nipple.

She arched into him, the motion hitting all the right places between her thighs and thrusting her breast into firmer contact with his hand. “Oh...yes. Oh...how do you do that?”

“What?”

“You make me...” She couldn’t say it. She didn’t say things like this. During sex or ever. But this was Jace, and she was always honest with him. When she wasn’t, it blew up in her face like it had earlier today. So she decided on honesty. “You touch me, and I feel like...one more little brush of your hand will make me come. Just like that. I don’t know how you do it.”

“It’s not usually like this for you?”

“No. Finding an orgasm is usually like searching for the Holy Grail. Tricky. Hit or miss. Step on the right stones in the rightcombination. Either I get there or you step on the wrong stone and I throw a spear at your head.”

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