I grind against his hand, throwing my head back and moaning as he curls his fingers inside. “Oh my... how?” I gasp, and he breathes out a laugh as his lips skirt against my jaw. I want to blame how quickly he’s getting me there on the fact that I haven’t had sex in so long, but I’d only be fooling myself. It’s like he knows my body. It’s like his hand was fitted perfectly for me. The perfect pressure. The perfect movement. The exact right spot. Steady and moving faster until my moans grow louder and louder until I start seeing splotches of color on the wall behind him, and I come undone on his hand. I let go with a loud cry of pleasure then fall into one heavy breath and curl into his chest. He gives me a moment, tenderly touching me as I come down. At some point, he must have grabbed a condom from his wallet because now I’m tugging down his boxers, and he’s rolling it on. My mouth salivates and I bite my lip, certain I’ve never wanted a man this much. I lift my body and slide closer before sinking down on him and gasping for air as he moans.
“Jules,” he breathes, heavy and wanting.
I lean forward, nipping at his ear then kissing him. “I like when you say my name.”
His grip on my waist tightens as I move on top of him. “I’m going to be saying a lot more than just your name if you keep moving like that.”
I smile then admit, “I don’t normally do this.”
“As long as it’s with me, you can do it whenever you want,” he says, his hands moving and his lips tasting. “Jules, you are everything.”
I moan in agreement because—oh my God—he is everything.
Everywhere he touches. Every part of me he tastes. Every movement between us is primal, hungry, desperate. We’re fucking like he was lost at sea for months and just found the love of his life waiting for him on shore.
I throw my head back as the ripples pulse faster inside me and, as if sensing how close I am, JP cradles my body, flipping me over on my back and burying himself inside me.
Within moments, we both let go. And seconds after, I’m certain he’s the best sex I’ve ever had.
AT SOME POINT IN THEnight, we made it to my bedroom, though we didn’t do much sleeping. It was a night of discovery and sensation. I didn’t drink enough wine for it to feel like a one-night stand and I haven’t known JP long enough for it to feel like friends with benefits.
We fooled around until the sun was up for an hour, then drifted to sleep until now. I squint at my phone. It’s almost noon.
I arch my back and stretch, feeling his hand snake over my hip.
“Good morning, Jules,” he murmurs, eyes closed, voice clogged with sleep.
“Good morning, Jacob Preston Chapman.”
He cocks an eye open.
“I want to take you out again.”
I shrug. “Again?”
He draws back and furrows his brow. “Is that a serious question? We went out the night we met.”
I laugh as I roll onto my side. “Oh, right.” I bite my lip while I think. “It’s okay if it’s just this though...”
“Is that what you want?” he asks and I resist the urge to swipe my finger over the freckle on his lower lip
“I mean...” my voice trails because this is always an awkward conversation to have. “What if we don’t like each other in real life?”
JP laughs and I’m worried I’ll never forget the sound.
“It’s a serious question,” I say, but he continues to laugh so I bury my face in my hands.
Finally, he lets out a breath and smiles at me with that perfect smile that makes me feel like I’m exactly where I need to be.
“I don’t think there’s a life, or a world, or any kind of universe where I don’t like you,” he says.
Just days ago we were strangers and right now I’m staring at his smile that is becoming painfully familiar and he’s speaking like we’ve known each other for years.
“But—” I begin, but he cuts me off.
“But I like you.”
I press my lips together, biting back a smile.
