“What’s this one about?” I’m not sure why I ask when I should be changing the conversation back to a safer topic. But apparently, I like tormenting myself.
“It’s a…” She clears her throat. “A mafia romance by Wander Whitlock.”
I raise a brow.
“Mafia?”
She blushes but nods her head.
“Yeah, it’s calledTemptation.There’s a lot of action in this one, you might like it.”
I laugh, but don’t deny it. Considering this is the woman who got me hooked on theGossip Girlseries, I’m not going to dismiss her reading suggestions.
“Can I ask you something that’s probably more embarrassing for me than it will be for you?” She stares out down the path to the beach while she speaks, her shoulders suddenly tense, and the red from her cheeks now spreads down her neck.
Trying to make her comfortable, I gently nudge her with my shoulder and smile reassuringly down at her.
“With everything we know about each other, I don’t think there’s anything that could be embarrassing.”
She chews her lip before looking down at her phone.
“Do guys actually like that? The woman…pleasuring herself.”
Fuck, so much for getting rid of that hard on.
Unable to make eye contact, I face forward. Pushing a breath out before answering.
“I can’t speak for all guys… but for me personally, hell yes.”
From the corner of my eye, Kat turns to me with her mouth hanging open.
“Shi—” She cuts herself off with a laugh. “I thought that was just another thing that was only in romance books.”
I turn and raise a brow, curiosity getting the better of me.
“And what else do you think is only in those books?”
She rolls her eyes, shooting me a look that screams ‘isn’t it obvious?’ but I hold steady. Sighing, she shakes her head while answering.
“Ya know, things like women getting off on their own hand or the woman orgasming multiple times in one scene.” She levels me with an adorable scowl. “Like come on, the dudekissesher, and she feels like she’s gonna come undone? I call bullshit.”
Anger bubbles in my stomach at the thought of Kat being used and not taken care of, but I shove it aside. I’m hyper aware of how close she is, and I want nothing more than to show her how in the dark she is about her own body.
Moving slowly, I reach up, tucking a stray hair behind her ear before gently trailing my fingers down her jaw. Resting my finger under her chin, I run my thumb over her bottom lip. Her tongue darts out, following the movement and leaving her plump lips parted.
She stares at me, wide-eyed, and practically panting. Tearing my gaze away from her lips, I watch her closely.
“Jackson?” Her voice is barely above a whisper, but she doesn’t pull away.
“Want to test those theories?” I challenge back, earning a small nod in response and I let out a low chuckle. “Nope, need your words, Kitten.”
Kat’s darkened eyes meet mine. “Kiss me.”
Leaning in slowly, I give her a chance to change her mind. Her eyelids flutter closed and she leans into me.
The moment her lips touch mine, any thought that’s not about Kat scatters to the wind.
She’s still for a heartbeat, before responding and kissing me back. Leaning into me while I trace my tongue along her bottom lip, reveling in the feel and taste of her. My hand moves from her chin to the back of her head, tangling into her hair and holding her to me. Her mouth opens, a small moan slipping out, and I waste no time swallowing it.
