Page 25 of Right Place, Right Time (Second Chances)
Chapter Eleven
Kate
Jeez. I wish he’d just kiss me or touch meorsomethingalready.
Does he think I’m a virgin? Sure, I might give off the innocent vibe, but I’ve been with a few guys. I lost my virginity after a party freshman year simply because I wanted to see what the fuss was all about. Casey had said it was a dumb move, that it should be with someone I had feelings for, but I’d looked at it strictly from a scientific perspective—an experiment of sorts. It definitely hadn’t been all it was cracked up to be. Sophomore year, I’d dated a guy, Paul, for seven months, and he ended up being number two. Then at the end of last semester, my study partner and I had done the deed to relieve some serious final exam tension. To be honest, with the exception of Paul, my other encounters were very mechanical. It hadn’t been fireworks and opera music with Paul, but it had been fun.
What would it be like with Jay? I clenched my thighs together at the thought. Jay must have felt the movement because he glances over at me with a questioning look on his face.
“You okay?” he asks.
I give him a small smile and nod, hoping he doesn’t see the blush on my cheeks. Oh, hell. Who am I kidding? I hope he does see the blush and does something about it. But no. He just smiles softly and turns his gaze back to the television.
Jeez. If thinking about him in that way makes my thighs clench, I can only imagine how fooling around would make me feel.
I withhold the frustrated sigh that wants to come out and go back to watching the movie. I see that it’s coming upon a scene that may pass as scary to someone who hasn’t seen the film a million times before. Jay may know it’s one of my favorite movies, but he doesn’t know whether or not I still get scared. This might just work in my favor.
Right on cue, I shriek and burrow myself into Jay’s side. As if it were rehearsed, he lifts his left arm and curls it around my shoulders, tucking me into his chest. Like a complete gentleman, he doesn’t say a word about it. Instead, he starts running his fingers through my slightly damp hair. Mission: accomplished.
After a few minutes of this new, cozy position, I test my luck by getting more comfortable. I move my left arm so my hand is resting across his torso. I feel his abs tense under my fingers—good lord, this man is ripped—and I just barely resist the urge to feel around and name the different muscles. I do spread my fingers wide though, trying to feel as much of him as I can. Aside from riding with him on his bike and our kiss, this is the closest I’ve been to him, and if he’s not going to make a move, I’m at least going to take advantage while I can.
“Kate?” His voice is gruff, and it startles me. I tilt my head up and meet his intense gaze. “What are you doing?”
Busted.
“Just getting comfortable,” I say, going for nonchalance but the higher pitch to my voice clearly indicates otherwise.
I’m still looking into his eyes, trapped in his silver stare. His eyebrows draw together and his eyes seem to darken. It looks like he’s having some kind of inner struggle. I hope that struggle is about what I think it’s about, and I hope it turns out the way I want it to.
“Fuck it,” he quietly mutters before angling his body towards mine and pressing me down on the couch. I’m flat on my back, and he’s hovering over me, holding his body up with his left arm bent beside my head. I feel his lower body pressed against me and…damn…he’s as happy to be here as I am to have him.
He cradles my face in his right hand, and I nuzzle against it. He bites out another curse. “You’re killing me, Kate,” he whispers.
I rock my hips against him. “Make me feel good, Jay.”
He closes his eyes tight as he hisses out a breath. “I don’t know how to resist you anymore.”
“Then don’t,” I challenge him.
His eyes pop open, and he looks so deeply into my eyes I could swear he’s seeking out my soul. “It’s been…a while for me. I don’t know…”
“Shh. It’s okay,” I tell him, framing his face with my hands. “I want this, Jay. I want you. Please.”
His pained look nearly breaks my heart. He’s been through so much, and I just want him to feel normal…to feel good. I want him to make me feel good, too. I lift my head and kiss him. He doesn’t respond at first, letting me take the lead. But soon, he can’t hold back, and he presses his lips against mine, taking charge.
The sensations are overwhelming…the feel of his lips against mine—softer than I’d expected from someone so rugged—and quite the contrast to his hard body pressing against mine. He gently grinds himself against me, and I move my hands to the back of his head to pull him closer to me. Still not close enough.
“Oh, God,” I breathe as he kisses down my neck. He works his hand down my side, his thumb just barely grazing my breast, causing me to sigh. What delicious torture. He raises himself off me just enough to work my tank top up my body. I lift up to help him out, breaking our kiss only when the top passes between us. I lie back down while he stays raised above me, taking me in with absolute reverence.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says, before dipping back down to give me a bruising kiss. His hand traces up my side causing my nipples to pebble and goosebumps to spread across my skin. He starts kissing and licking down my neck again, making me squirm. His hand reaches my breast before his mouth and he massages it once…twice…before he takes the tight bud in his mouth. His other hand goes to work on my other breast, and soon his mouth follows. He gives them equal attention—lots of attention—but it still doesn’t quench the desire I’m feeling.
His knee is resting between my legs and I subtly scoot down so it’s pressing right against my core. A slight shift of my hips and the friction feels so good…so right. Pretty soon, I’m rubbing against his leg in earnest. I’m so close…
“Jay,” I moan, finally alerting him to the fact that somethingelseis going on here.
He looks down between us and smirks. “That feel good Kate?”
“Mm hmm.”
