Page 63 of Unexpected Kisses

“It smells divine, I’m pretty sure if it tastes half as good as it smells, I’m gonna love it.”

He scoops out two healthy servings and holds the bowls up in front of him. “Would you mind bringing up the drinks and cutlery?”

“Sure.” I grab them and follow him upstairs. A gasp leaves me at the unexpected space I would never have imagined when I looked at the building from the street. “This is gorgeous. What an amazing space. The view is spectacular.”

“Thanks. I like it up here.” He places the bowls on the low table and takes the glasses from my hands, his fingers making contact with mine.

We both take our first bites of food. “Mmm.” With wide eyes, I look at AJ. “This is divine. Thank you for making me dinner.”

“You’re welcome. I enjoy cooking.”

“Ugh. I do my cooking on Sunday morning for the week. I try to do all my food prep then so I don’t have to worry about it when I get home from work. Some days, I don’t leave the office until six. If I didn’t have my meals already prepared and waiting for me, I’d be too tempted to buy takeout.”

“I’d noticed all of your labeled meals in your fridge. That’s a practical approach.”

We spend the meal chatting, but there are also comfortable moments of silence. I could imagine spending evenings on this deck, enjoying a glass of wine, and watching our toddler play in a kiddie pool. I freeze. What the hell, Sarah? Stop it already! What am I doing sitting here like we’re on some kind of date, fantasizing about a future that will never be? I stand abruptly, stacking the dishes. “I’ll clean up since you cooked dinner, then we can … we can, uh … get started. I’m sure you have plans and don’t need me taking up your entire evening.”

“I don’t have any other plans but we can get started. I can do the dishes later.” Those words have to be the sexiest form of foreplay on the planet but I need something to do.

“I insist.” With everything in hand, I make my way downstairs to the kitchen and set about washing the dishes. AJ works alongside me, drying them and putting them away. The task doesn’t take long and I’m now wishing I’d dragged it out a little since there’s nothing else to do but have sex!

With AJ!

Oh my God.

How am I going to get through this? I’m pretty sure my panties are already wet after being in his company, and this isn’t about pleasure. It’s about getting pregnant. I blow out a long breath. “I guess I’m ready.”

He chuckles softly. “Anyone would think you’re being sent to the gallows. It’s just sex, Sarah. People do it all the time. I promise it won’t be so bad.”

Embarrassment floods me and my palms sweat. I drop my gaze to the floor and discreetly wipe my hands on my dress. I’m such a fool. I’m acting like a thirty-four-year-old virgin who’s never been touched by a man. I’ve had sex plenty of times. The problem is it means so much to me. It’s personal and private and when I have sex with a partner, I’m giving them a personal, private part of me I don’t give to anyone else. It’s why I confuse sex with love, even though I know the two don’t always go hand in hand. I’m terrified this experience with AJ is going to show him how much I already care for him. Finally, I nod and grab my purse. “I know.”

He takes my hand and leads me through his home to the stairs, which lead to the bedrooms. His grip is sure and strong, confident. I don’t sense any jitters or nerves from him. My pulse increases and I have to remind myself to take measured breaths. I made sure to wear a dress, so I don’t have to get completely naked, using the clothing as the barrier I need between us. I’m certain he’s going to think I’m a weirdo, but it’s the only way I could think to reduce the intimacy of our situation and send the correct message to my heart.

We cross the threshold into AJ’s masculine bedroom. Hardwood floors and concrete walls complete with enormous floor-to-ceiling windows provide an impressive space for the king-size bed which is quietly intimidating in this situation. Holding my purse against my body like a shield, AJ leads me further into the room, which has his personality all over it. That quiet masculinity he wears so easily which appeals to me on a fundamental level.

Tugging me around in front of him, he studies my face closely, then takes my purse from me and places it gently on the nightstand. He brings his hand up to cup my face, his fingers sliding into my hair and I desperately want to press into his warm touch. With his eyes locked on mine, he moves in closer, his breaths licking across my lips.

He’s going to kiss me.

He’s going to expect foreplay and while I know I need to get him aroused, I’ve brought lube for myself. Though, I don’t expect I’ll need it if he starts kissing me and paying attention to my body in a way I know, just know will be incredible. I don’t think the chemistry between us is in my imagination but I wonder if he feels it too.

AJ presses his lips to mine and for a moment I allow myself to enjoy the pleasure—the feel of his soft lips against mine, his tongue tracing the seam. I open on a sigh and he surges in, his tongue stroking along mine with confidence. This is a man who knows how to kiss. My body sags into his and his fingers slide further around to the back of my head. He grasps the strands of my hair firmly, tilting my head where he wants it, then proceeds to deepen the kiss in a way that leaves me breathless and my legs trembling. My shallow breaths speed up and my heart pounds a fast rhythm against my breastbone. He presses his body tight against mine, squashing my boobs between us and I can’t miss the hardness in his jeans.

A tiny moan escapes and AJ groans in response, pressing his pelvis further into my stomach. My panties are soaked.

This can’t happen. It will be disastrous for me.

I pull back swiftly and AJ’s hand drops from my hair, a puzzled expression taking over his face. “What’s wrong?”

“Uh, nothing. I didn’t want to get carried away.” I step back and without showing all my business, I drag my panties down my legs, scrunch them into a ball, and tuck them in my purse—heaven forbid he sees my underwear. He’s about to put his penis inside me—I internally roll my eyes at myself. I point to his bed. “Do you mind if we pop one of your pillows beneath my butt?” I glance around the room, noticing an ensuite. “Damn it, I should have brought a towel with me, so there isn’t any mess.”

He shakes his head with a smile. “You can put a pillow anywhere you need and don’t worry about the mess, I’ll aim to get everything inside you. We wouldn’t want to waste any.” He chuckles mildly as he winks at me.

“Oh, right. Of course.” I move the pillow to where I need it, slip off my shoes, and lay down, positioning my hips on the pillow so they’re raised. The websites say you don’t need to do this, but I figure I may as well give myself the best possible chance of this working. “I’m ready,” I tell AJ with a bright tone as I lie stiffly on top of his covers.

“You don’t want to kiss or have foreplay? Or get naked?” He rests his hands on his hips, looking positively puzzled.

“Uh no. I don’t think it’s necessary.” I glance down at his jeans which still show the outline of an impressive erection. “I’m wet and you’re ready. I think we’re good to go.” He seems reluctant, but he pulls his shirt over his head in that sexy way that guys do, grasping the back collar. He’s so defined and this close I can see the details of the tattoo around his bicep. A rope with some kind of intricate knot—makes sense since he loves to climb.

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