we're a we?" Her eyes glisten, and she ducks her head, sliding a hand down my thigh and drawing my knee up until she's pinned within my legs. All I have to do is flip—
Now she's beneath me, and I'm nestled in my new favorite place—between her thighs.
"We have eight weeks, right?" I verify. She nods against my pillow. "Can we see what happens?"
I don't want her to think I'm not contemplating this thing between us, but I also don't want to make promises. Two weeks ago, I walked around mad as fuck, refusing to take my pain meds, and moping. Mentally, am I in a place to consider anything other than casual hookups? Is she? Her personal life is complicated, at best.
"Thank you for showing up today." She lifts her hips, and my dick settles deeper between her slit. "For caring enough to..." She hesitates, and I smooth her hair from her temple, allowing her time to breathe.
"I'm just grateful, Carter. I needed it."
Her voice, thick with emotion, is my undoing. Lowering my face, I slant over hers, my tongue darting past her lips, then withdrawing. My brain forces words from my mouth. "I told you I'm here for you. Whatever you need, I'm it. Okay? Whatever we're doing, whatever we are, just know there's no one else." Fuck! I can't control my thoughts from one second to the next. There's nothing casual about "there's no one else."
I can't read her expression, our faces being this near, but her lips curving beneath mine clue me in before she speaks. "For me, either."
We seal our confessions with a kiss, and I'm okay with it. We can handle this. Our hands lazily roam each other's bodies as we kiss, and kiss, and kiss. This is more than a fuck. More than lust or scratching inches and getting off. I work my way down her torso. Flipping her to her stomach, I kiss the dimples at the base of her spine. She grinds against the bed, sexy purrs slipping past her lips here and there, and I grin. Damn, this is fun. Elevating her hips, I lift her ass in the air and bury my tongue between her thighs.
And finally, she lets go.
Her breathy pants clue me in on all her likes: the way my body feels pressing hers into the bed, the throbbing heaviness between her legs when I pinch her nipples, the way I twist my fingers when they enter her, the way I suck her clit between my teeth.
She fists my spare pillow. "I really fucking love the way you do that," she says, her voice breaking.
I mentally fist-bump myself because I really fucking love the taste of her pussy.
Which reminds me. "Remember when I said I'd show you dirty?" My hand slides over her ass, and my tongue works up her crack, rimming the forbidden hole. She sucks in a breath, a whimper escaping her lips as she drives back against my mouth. Taking my finger coated with her desire, I probe her ass gently.
"Carter…"
"Have you ever?" I ask.
She leans into my finger as the tip penetrates. "No." Her voice shakes.
Removing my hand, I tap her ass and knock her over. "Good to know." I wink when she gapes at me from her sprawled position.
Dragging her around, she laughs as I position her on her back in the center of the bed.
"I would have moved for you."
"Where's the fun in that?" I ask, reaching for a condom from my bedside table. The urge to sink inside her is unbearable.
"Have you?" she asks, and I freeze on my knees, and she squints up at me. "Gone in the backdoor?"
I've been a manwhore for years. I gave my firsts away a long time ago. Everything but anal…
"I've played," I admit. I'm not ashamed, but there’s something about anal that seems personal and meaningful—and Jessica Womick is earning all my deep feelings lately. She arches a brow, so I explain further.
"Probing and toys, that kind of stuff, but this guy"—I pump my hard-on once, then twice, readying him for the condom—"has not. That's an act that requires a lot of trust and intimacy."
And I fucking asked her about it. She can connect the dots. I talk a big talk about not knowing what this is, and not defining us as a "we." My actions in this bed and outside of it speak for themselves.
"Here, let me," Jess says, taking the condom package from my fingers and ripping it open.