Page 82 of Right Place, Right Time (Second Chances)
“USC,” I tell him, purposely not clarifying whether I mean University of South Carolina or University of Southern California. Yeah…I’m definitely a little bit evil.
“USC?” he asks.
I nod and wait. And wait. He doesn’t say a word.
“Jay? Say something.”
He rolls over so he’s hovering over me, holding himself up with his good hand. “You’d better mean University of South Carolina or you’re going to be in big trouble,” he says in his most menacing voice. It’s quite adorable.
I keep a straight face as long as I can, until I can’t contain it any longer. I smile. He smiles—the brightest smile I’ve ever seen on his face. Then he kisses me…hard.
“You are in so much trouble,” he says as he kisses down my neck.
“Why?” I gasp as his tongue grazes my breast, touching everywhere but where I want it to…where I need it to.
“Tormenting me like that…I’ll show you torment.”
“Jay,” I laugh as he licks and nips my neck, down my chest, my breasts, and my side…straight down to my core. I squirm beneath him, urging him to go where I so desperately need him.
“You want me to stop?” he teases.
“No! Please don’t stop.”
He doesn’t stop. He keeps going, and going, and going.
And let me tell you…round four beat out rounds one, two, and three combined.
