Astrid frowned. She’d never really thought about it like that before.
Jordan dropped her hands from Astrid’s waist and took a step back. “Have you ever been with a guy who spent some real time trying to get you off? As in one hundred percent focused on you and not his own dick?”
Astrid opened her mouth. Closed it.
“Holy shit, you’ve been with some real assholes,” Jordan said.
Astrid covered her face and groaned into her hands. “Oh my god, I have.”
“You do realize they were the problem, right? Not you?”
Did she realize that? Astrid knew some people just weren’t all that interested in sex, and that was totally fine. It also didn’t describe her at all. She liked sex. She wanted to have it. A lot more than she had in her life, if she was being honest. She was attracted to men and had felt turned on when she was with them. It just usually took a lot of foreplay to get her to come, and most men weren’t up for puttingin the time. Spencer surely hadn’t been, but then he’d get frustrated when shedidn’tcome,and she could never bring herself to fake it. During the last couple of months of their relationship, she’d started watching porn in the bathroom before they had sex, just to try and get her own engine going a bit. Sometimes it worked. Near the end, though, nothing worked.
She’d always assumed that’s just the way she was. No big deal—it was still fun most of the time, and she had very capable fingers to finish herself off after her partner hopped in the shower or fell asleep.
“Maybe?” she said to Jordan now, dropping her hands. “I don’t know.”
Jordan shook her head. “Well, we are going to fix this right the fuck now.”
Astrid couldn’t help but smile at this woman’s determination. “We’re going to dry hump in the closet?”
“Not exactly.” Jordan grinned mischievously, and pushed Astrid back against the door. She pressed the whole length of her body to Astrid’s, kissing her neck, below her ear, then her mouth. Astrid’s pulse quickened, heat building between her legs again, just like that. “Is this okay? Can I try?”
“Yeah,” Astrid said, her voice ridiculously breathy.
“Okay. No skin begins”—Jordan kissed her once more—“now.”
Jordan pulled her body off of Astrid’s and smiled at her.
Astrid frowned. “I don’t get it.”
“Just try and relax.”
“I’m not the greatest at that.”
Jordan laughed and set both hands on Astrid’s waist, thumbs pressing into her shirt’s cotton. “I’ve noticed. Trust me.”
Astrid leaned her head against the door and tried to follow directions. Jordan’s hands started a slow journey north, stopping at the base of Astrid’s ribs, fingers curling and exploring and soothing. Itfelt nice, but not exactly orgasm worthy. Still, Astrid closed her eyes and focused on Jordan’s touch.
Soon, the other woman’s hands began moving upward again. She closed one hand, then the other, around Astrid’s breasts, gently squeezing and massaging before her thumbs swept across Astrid’s nipples.
Astrid sucked in a surprised breath, her tips instantly hardening, even though Jordan was touching her through two layers of cotton. She arched her back, needing more, and Jordan definitely delivered. Lowering her head, she closed her mouth around Astrid’s left breast, one hand still working the other. Astrid could feel the heat of Jordan’s tongue, even through the fabric.
“Oh,” Astrid said on a gasp, then clapped her hand over her mouth.
Jordan looked up at her. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. Totally fine.” In truth, she had never been very vocal in bed, but she’d never really thought about why until this very second, with Jordan’s hot mouth searing through her shirt.Ohwas a proclamation. So wasyeahandright thereandjust like thatand whatever other words people might say during sex. They were tells. They revealed a piece of yourself, something soft and vulnerable and completely at the other person’s mercy.
Astrid had never let people get that deep. Even when they did manage to make her come, she bit her lip and released, at most, a grunt of satisfaction, and then got up to go to the bathroom. But with Jordan, she wanted to go deep. She wanted to be vulnerable. What’s more, she couldn’tnot, and found herself sinking her hands into Jordan’s hair, gently pushing the carpenter’s mouth back to her tits.
Jordan laughed. “You are one in a million, Astrid Parker.”
Astrid smiled, hoping that was a good thing. She blew out a breath as Jordan continued to explore her body. But when Jordan sucked her nipple into her mouth again, cotton and all, she couldn’t have kept quiet if someone paid her.
“Oh god,” Astrid said. She only felt silly for a moment, because then Jordan hummed against her, sending vibrations straight to her clit. Her body writhed, arching into Jordan’s mouth as she worked her tongue over the cloth in ways Astrid hadn’t even known were possible. She opened her eyes to watch Jordan, the sight of herself between her teeth unbearably hot. She started to lift her shirt, needing skin on skin like she needed air, but then Jordan pulled back.
“Nope. No skin, remember?”
