Page 92 of Give Me a Shot

“Mo!” she gasped. “I’m gonna…”

Come, Jess.

He winked at her.

She cried out, grinding hard against his face, her eyelids sealed shut. He rode the wave with her, continuing to lick her with softening strokes as her breathing calmed. Feeling her legs slacken, he gently guided them to rest on the bed.

“Oh, Mo.” She sighed. The satisfaction in her voice was a warm glow that nestled deep in his chest as he watched her come back to herself. She rested an arm on her forehead and blinked a few times, looking up at the ceiling. He softly caressed her stomach before stretching out next to her.

“Mo,” she said again, licking her lips. “That was incredible. I’ve never done that before…” She sighed. “Not like that.”

Proud, but shy, he felt his cheeks heat. He cleared his throat.

“I try to do quality work,” he said, running his hand along the silken sheet of her hair spread out between them.

Her laughter made him grin, but he was stuck on her hair. He adored the depth of her shade of brown, but the warmer, lighter portions mesmerized him, too. Especially how the varying colors were reflected in the shades of her eyes—an enchanting warm brown most of the time, but deep and intense when she was on the cusp of an orgasm.

“I would give you a Yelp review, five stars,” she said. “But I don’t want anyone to know about that particular skill. I don’t plan on sharing.” She smiled at him.

He chuckled.

“Let’s just say you inspired me to be a bit creative,” he said.

“Mmm.” She sighed. “Well, I am one lucky lady to be with someone so creative.”

To be with…

There was a difference between dating someone andbeing with someone.At least from his perspective. If she was phrasing it that way, she might see their relationship as…arelationship.He ran his fingertips through her hair again. Maybe it was time to actually put the boyfriend-girlfriend thing on the table. His heart rate picked up a little.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, turning on her side to face him. “You look very serious all of a sudden.”

He looked her in the eye. He could do this. He could bring it up. Why was he hesitating?

“You aren’t doubting that you satisfied me, are you?” she asked.

His cheeks heated, and he chuckled.

“No, I’m not.” He watched his hand, sliding along her hair again. “It’s…I…Well, something Rick said. Right before our photoshoot,” he said, still focused on her hair.

“Okay,” Jess said, taking his hand. He looked at them woven together and pushed himself to smile, in spite of the very unpleasant hammering in his chest.

“He called you my girlfriend. I told him to knock it off, since we…we haven’t talked about that, and I don’t know if it’s too soon—”

She cut him off, releasing his hand to place hers on his cheek. He made himself meet her gaze.

“You’re my boyfriend, and I’m your girlfriend,” she said. She leaned forward and kissed him.

He hadn’t allowed himself to fully contemplate how he might feel if Jess became his girlfriend. He’d made it a point to push those anticipated sensations away, knowing that they would have been so addictive that he would have had trouble focusing on his everyday life. But right then, as the barrier against those emotions disintegrated, an intense but comforting warmth radiated out from his racing heart, flooding through him. It brought a pleasing kind of tingling across his skin. While positive, the sensations were still quite a lot and he tucked his chin, taking a few breaths to try to return to a more balanced state.

“Aw, Mo,” Jess said, tipping his face back up with a cupped hand under his chin so he’d look her in the eye. “Are you okay?” She smiled at him.

He nodded.

“Just really happy you want to be my girlfriend,” he said, smiling back. She kissed his nose.

“Thank you,” she said, letting her eyes close as she rested her head on the bed. She squeezed his hand.

“For what?” He leaned in and kissed her forehead, letting his lips rest there.