Truly, Madly, Like Me - Jo Watson Page 0,125

said to me.

“Okay,” I said, not knowing how to respond.

“And when I do, I don’t do it if I think it’s going to be a one-off.”

“Uh . . . okay.” I wasn’t sure what he was getting at here.

“I don’t do one-night stands. That’s not my thing . . . anymore.” That last part gave me a little stab of jealousy again. Of course, he’d had one-night stands. Half the female population on the planet had wanted to sleep with him at some point. I bet he’d had groupies throwing themselves at him. Group sex. Orgies. Oh my God, stop thinking about that!

“I don’t want this to be a one-time thing with you,” he said. “If we do this, I would like to see where this thing between us goes. If that’s okay with you?”

I smiled at him. God, he knew just what to say to make my heart beat fast and my chest constrict.

“Well, technically I am living here now,” I said and then pulled him back down on top of me. “It would be hard to avoid you after this.”

And that was all he needed. That was all we both needed. Because soon he was inside me and all thoughts went away. They flew out the window into the night sky outside. Swirled up to the Milky Way and through the stars and disappeared out of sight. His strokes were slow and deep and on each one, my breath came out in a little moan. He took his time. Kissing my lips and my neck as he went. But soon, he sped up. His thrusts were not as smooth and regular as they had been before and I could sense he was close. It felt amazing, all of it. It really, really did. But the truth was, I’d never been able to come just from sex alone. I was used to letting the guy finish like this, and I was always left wanting more. A more I didn’t really seem to get. I guess I could have told them to help me a little, but I’d never really been that secure in bed that I could tell someone what I wanted and needed. So as much as this felt amazing with Mark, better than it had ever felt before, I knew I wasn’t going to catch up to him, and he was clearly getting close. I could do what I did sometimes and fake it, but I didn’t want him to feel like he wasn’t performing, because fuck, he was. He really, really was but . . .

He slowed down. He pulled himself up onto his elbows and stopped moving inside me.

“What?” I gasped, looking into stormy black eyes.

He looked down at me for the longest time, as if he was trying to get a read on me. He brought his lips down to mine and instead of kissing me, whispered against my lips, “What do you need?”

No one had ever asked me this before. And the question was so strange that I barely knew how to answer it.

“I . . . I don’t know,” I finally conceded, my lips still against his mouth.

I could feel him smile against my mouth now and then in a low, almost-growl he whispered, “That’s good. I’m going to have fun trying to work it out.” He kissed me some more. He had completely stopped moving inside me and I was missing the feeling. But then, he rolled us both onto our sides, still inside me. He started moving again, and this time, he slipped his hand down between us and touched me at the same time. The sensation was instantaneous, mind-blowing, see-white-lights-at-the-back-of-my-eyes good.

“How’s that?” he asked.

But I couldn’t answer, the panting and moans that were coming out of my mouth made it impossible. He chuckled deep and low into the crook of my neck.

“That’s all the answer I need,” he said and pulled my earlobe into his mouth and sucked on it as he sped up. I writhed against him and moaned and for the first time ever, I was completely naked and I felt sexy as hell!

It was all so mindless after that. No thoughts, no more talking, no more kissing. It became this thing that was all about our bodies, and what they were doing and how they were making each other feel. My thoughts just shut off as the impossible started to happen deep in my belly. I grabbed onto the pillow in surprise as the feeling started