Oh!
Dear!
God!
Would it be considered rude to stare? Because that’s about all she could do at that moment. Her eyes documented everything. The hard wall of his chest. The six blocks down his stomach. The thin line of hair starting at his navel and disappearing beneath those shorts. She wanted to lick him all over.
Enough staring. More touching.
Pulling him down to her again, her fingers scraped down the hard ridges of his back. This make out session was becoming a frenzied, manic build of insatiable need. She was scratching his shoulders. He was biting her lip. His kisses were insistent, impatient, completely unrestrained.
She wrapped her long legs around him, tightening her grip until she felt his cock pressing against her at just the right spot. He groaned, purposefully shifting his hips and she could feel his thick tip penetrating her through her thin shorts. She gasped, wanting more, needing more.
Fervent lips were on her neck, setting her skin ablaze. The rest of the buttons on her shirt were quickly undone and a big hand slid up her stomach and onto breast. It drove her wild. Everything he did was driving her wild. His fingers slipped beneath her bra, teasing her nipple as he continued rubbing his hard length between her thighs. Her hand moved down between their bodies, but when she reached the waistband of his running shorts, he immediately shot up off the bed.
His eyes took note of her unbuttoned shirt before moving to his bare chest and it seemed like he only realized then what had happened in the throes of passion.
“Why are we getting naked?!”
He sounded panicked, confused, like he had just found out there might be an alien lurking in the room. Crazy, dramatic, and just so typically Tyler. She dropped her head back and coughed out a small laugh. She needed to laugh because if she didn’t, she would end up punching him in the face.
He stood there for almost a minute, breathing like he had just run a marathon with a thin layer of sweat glazing his skin. He stared at her in silence, his eyes glued to her chest for a considerable time.
“You’re staring at my breasts again.”
A flippant hand was waved in her direction and he didn’t even bother averting his eyes. “I know.”
This was a peculiar state of comfortableness she found herself in. He was openly staring at her breasts after freaking the fuck out and both of them were okay with this behavior. When did that happen?
“You want to end it at four for you and one for me?” she asked.
“There were casualties in that last one, Jordan. We lost some of our clothes. That counts as two for you.”
She smiled and stood up as he pulled on his vest. He tugged her shirt until she moved closer and he began buttoning it up. He ran his hands up her arms and cupped her face, his thumb tracing over her lips. “I’m gonna go ahead and make it an even five.” He kissed her again. This time it was slow and gentle. All his kisses so far had said:I want you. But this one was different. This one said:I like you.
“Five isn’t an even number,” she pointed out when he broke the kiss.
“Oh, right.”
He claimed her lips with the same slow intensity and she took it all in, savoring it because this probably wasn’t going to happenagain. It was a long while later when he finally released her and made his way to the door.
“Shall I prepare for another day of awkwardness tomorrow?” she asked.
“Let’s deal with tomorrow tomorrow, okay?” He stopped once he was outside, looking completely enamored as he gently grasped her chin between his thumb and forefinger. “You’re so…tall.” It was a fact. She was tall, but she had never heard anyone say it like it was a compliment before. He plucked a quick kiss on her lips, as if her height made it impossible for him to resist. “So tall.”
It was time to end this weirdness. She really couldn’t take much more. “Goodnight, Tyler,” she said with half a smile.
He smiled back and slowly walked away. As she closed the door, she found herself replaying everything out in her head.
Yeah. That happened. They dry-humped. And now he was gone.
She needed a Tyler-handbook so she could decipher all these mixed messages. The man was crazy, but she liked him so much it was driving her fucking loony. Tomorrow was another day. Tomorrow she would try to get some answers. But tonight she just needed somealonetime to work off the frustration he had so charitably bestowed on her.
Thanks a lot, boss!
*****
The next day wasn’t awkward at all. It was filled with cute sideway glances and playful smiles. From a knowledge point of view, it was a total waste because she hadn’t heard a single word that had left Jack’s mouth.
