Page 33 of Fumbled Beginning

He brushed the tip of his nose against mine. “No more assumptions and no more doubting me, okay?”

The smile on my lips was playful. “Sounds good to me. Now kiss me, we have a lot of lost time to make up for.”

“You are a demanding little thing, aren’t you?” he murmured before slanting his mouth back over mine, where it belonged.

Our tongues moved against each other in small circles. The single taste of him had me hanging on by a thread. His hard cock pressed against me, and I knew I would feel it long after this was over.

“Rylee.” He spun me around, pressing me against the wall. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

I arched into him. “I think I have a pretty good idea.”

He reached out, lightly gliding his palm over my leg. I let out a whimper, shocked at how easily a simple touch could send me swimming with pleasure. “I can’t believe I’m actually touching you.” His hands went to the buttons of my jeans. He didn’t push them off or shove them down my legs. Instead, he paused and looked into my eyes. “How far do you want to go?” he asked, sliding his hand up my shirt to pull on the cups of my bra.

“All the way.” I moaned in approval when his thumb brushed along the peak of my nipple.

“Can I take this off?” He pulled on the lace straps of my bra. “So, I can suck on these?” He moved his mouth to my chest, bringing a nipple into his mouth.

“Yes.” I whimpered at the soft feel of his hands running along my skin. Now I knew why they were his biggest asset.

He moved his mouth to my other breast to give that one equal attention. “This feels like a dream—almost too good to be true.”

The scruffiness from his cheek was foreign to me and felt better than I imagined. “You’re going to drive me crazy with this, aren’t you?” I teased, dragging my fingers through the short stubble peppering his jaw.

He pulled on my leg, wrapping it around his waist. “You have no idea. Wait until it’s between your legs. I’m going to have you withering underneath me so bad, you’ll never want anyone else there but me.”

I dug my heels into his back. “Good, because that’s exactly where I want you.”

He slipped his hand into the zipper of my jeans and placed his palm against my center. My hips jumped forward when he shoved the lace fabric aside and dragged his pointer finger along my slit. “Is there anything else you want?”

“All I want is you,” I said, leaning into his touch.

“I’m all yours.” He dragged his mouth to the shell of my ear. “But I have a feeling once I have you, it won’t be enough. I’m going to want more. Are you going to give me whatever I want, Rylee?”

“It depends.” I withered and arched as he curled his fingers into my flesh.

“On what?” He paused his movements with questions in his eyes.

JP was skilled, and I had no doubt he knew that, but I still felt the need to tease him. “I will give you anything as long as you’ve got the skills to back up those words.” I was egging him on, trying to hold on to what little control I had left. He was used to women bending at his will, and I wanted to be different.

He gripped my hip and shoved his fingers in and out. A gasp left my mouth, letting him know he was hitting all the right spots. “You were saying?” He smiled.

I clawed at his back, encouraging him to keep going. “I can’t remember.” I was too busy getting swept away by the building sensation to recall what we were talking about.

“You were questioning my skills.” He smirked as his fingers continued their steady movement. Everything tightened, and a feeling that I couldn’t describe but wish it could last forever came rushing out of me.

It took me a minute to float back down to earth, and when I did, he pressed a light kiss to my lips. “You good?” I nodded as he gently unfolded my leg and made sure I could stand on my own. I didn’t know what to say, words would not flow from my mouth, and if I was honest, I didn’t trust myself to talk. I just had the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life and was already craving the next one.

And we hadn’t even had sex yet.

His hands went to his belt, and I watched in pure fascination while he stripped off his clothes. I always knew he was in great shape, thanks to his training schedule and working out, but seeing his body up close was more than I expected. He was hard everywhere, and there wasn’t a muscle on his body that wasn’t defined.

My eyes traced the black ink covering his shoulders, chest, and arms. Normally, I could give or take tattoos, but with JP, they added to his appeal.

Once he was completely naked, I had to squeeze my legs and pray to God not to embarrass myself. My gaze was stuck on his erection. It was big and thick, and I was completely captivated by it.

JP groaned. “Rylee, you’ve got five seconds to shed the rest of your clothes.” He started stroking himself aggressively. “Or this is going to be a one-man show. So, unless you want to sit and watch, you better start stripping.”

I pushed my shirt over my head in a rush, and he laughed when my pants got stuck at my feet.

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