Page 8 of The Boy

My palms are sweaty despite the cool air, and my throat is dry. Tension hangs between us, fragile, ready to break, crackling with energy.

I don’t know who makes the first move, but one minute, we’re across each other at the dining table, and the next, we’re a tangle of limbs as Jordan backs me to the couch, his mouth claiming mine.

The backs of my knees hit the armrest, and my arms pinwheel when I lose my balance. Just then, Jordan’s arms wrap aroundme, and he pulls me to him so easily that it has me believing I’m lighter than I thought.

Jordan drags his mouth to my cheek, along my jawline, and my earlobe before he swipes the tip of his tongue along the shell of my ear. I have never felt the sensations I’m feeling right now. I grip his arms and bite my lip. God, how good is this? I want more.

“We have to stop,” Jordan whispers, his breath tickling my ear. “I’m losing control.”

“No.”

“Jordyn…” It comes both as a plea and a question. I have never done any of these before. Kissing boys, making out, sex—none of that ever appealed to me … until now, until Jordan.

I pull back and search his face. “Do you want me?” The question comes from out of nowhere, but I need an answer. I long for him in a way that makes me ache.

“You have no idea.” He grinds his jaw, eyes flaring with naked desire.

“Then let’s not stop.”

“Jordyn…” His neck flexes, his Adam’s apple bobbing. Everything I’ve done thus far has been uncharacteristic of me, including planting a chaste kiss on his Adam’s apple.

“The answer is yes, Jordan. Whatever your question is, and it better be a damned good question, it’s a yes.”

5

JORDAN

Jordyn and I don’t even reach the bedroom. I break the kiss only to unbutton her jeans and slide them down her legs. With her lying on the couch, she’s a sight to behold. A feast. A dark-haired beauty I’m about to devour.

She only has her shirt and underwear on, and the only thing separating me and her pussy is a pair of thin cotton panties.

Jordyn is heavy-lidded as she lifts herself on her elbows and sits comfortably, me on my haunches. Trailing my hands along her creamy thighs, I spread her legs apart, swallowing back a groan at the small patch of wetness.

My fingers curl around the hem of her panties, but as I tug it down, Jordyn grabs me, her eyes wild. “Jordan, wait!”

Going against every instinct to simply continue, I force myself to oblige and stop. “Jordyn?”

“I … I’m not good at this.” Desire no longer darkens her eyes. Instead, it’s replaced by raw fear.

“That’s not possible.”

“I’m not. I … I have never done this before.”

The confession slams into me, and blood roars in my ears. “You’re a virgin?”

“I am.” She swallows hard and studies my reaction. “Does it bother you?”

I can’t stop the grin on my face. “I’m honored.” Then, her hesitation pulls at me. “Do you want to stop? I don’t want your first time to be?—”

At the suggestion, she grabs my shoulders. “No. This is perfect. I just … I just thought I’d let you know I wouldn’t be good at this.”

Affection makes my chest expand, and I run a thumb along her jaw. “Like I said, that’s not possible.”

“H-how do you know that?”

“Because I’ve only ever kissed you, and you already managed to set my body on fire.”

The next kiss is slow and unhurried, unlike the first, but it’s not any less passionate. With our lips locked together, I tug on her panties, and she shimmies off them.

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