“Does this feel like I pity you? Does this feel like I’m doing this as a favor?” she asks as I shake my head. “Or does this feel like I want you? Like I want you as badly as you want me?”
“Fuck.”
She takes her free hand and tips my chin up, forcing me to look directly in her eyes as my heart threatens to beat out of my goddamn chest.
“You didn’t answer my question. Does this feel like I want you?”
“Y-yes, you’re…” I swallow. “You’re so wet.”
She presses my hand into her even harder. “Thisis what you do to me, pretty-boy.”
“Jesus fucking Christ, Kennedy. I’m going to come in my pants if you don’t stop.”
She flashes me a sultry smirk. “Do youknowhow hot it would be if you came in your pants? You not being able to control yourself around me? That’s hot as fuck.”
“If you keep doing this, your wish will come true.”
“Good,” she says with a wink.A goddamn wink!“Now fucking kiss me, pick me up, and take me to bed.”
She barely finishes her sentence before my lips crash against hers.Fucking hell, this woman.I’m more nervous than being in an opening face-off, but I feel it down to my core that I can trust her.
I lift her up, not breaking our kiss, and grab her ass, groaning against her mouth as her legs wrap around my waist. My knees bump into her bed, and I gently set her down, hovering over her and kissing her like my life depends on it. My skin buzzes, my vision blurs. I’m completely consumed by the woman underneath me. I’m not fucking sure how I stop myself.
My chest tightens as my brain catches up to all this. It’s still so new and—I want to,needto, take this slow. I roll over to the side, needing to take a breath.
“Kenni…I just…I need a little break. This is…God,it feels so good, but it’s so overwhelming.”
“Jordan. Look at me,” she says, sitting up to face me. “We’ll go as slow as you want. There’s no pressure here. But…” Her tongue traces her bottom lip. “I have an idea.”
44
kennedy
Ihave never wanted to fuck someone so badly in my life, and here I am with the only man who has ever been hesitant in return. My body aches for this man like I need him to survive, andgoddammit,I need some relief. But even more, the ground shifted like an earthquake, shaking me open. Seeing him so broken, witnessing a side of him that helps everyone but himself, carved out a space inside me I didn’t know existed. My breath catches as it hits me—this is starting to feel like more than just attraction.
I place a reassuring hand on his shoulder. I want to help him. He deserves a do-over. He deserves to know that one mistake doesn’t define the rest of your life. I’m going to give him a boost of confidence to get him where he should be. I want more than anything to have him buried deep inside me.But he’s not ready for that.
And I’m still trying to untangle a world of emotions I don’t recognize.
“So…what’s this idea?” he asks, his deep voice shaky, but curious.
“I’d like to be your coach.”
“My what now?” he sputters, his eyes wide and his jaw unhinged.
I huff a quiet laugh. “Your coach. Let me teach you how to do things. Let me show youexactlyhow to make me come.”
His brows narrow. “Kenni…I’m…I don’t know…you want to coach me?”
I pat his chest. “I’m a flight instructor. I know how to walk someone through pushing the right buttons, staying calm under pressure, and reaching the final peak. You’ve had coaches your whole life, right? They tell you how to do a drill, and you do it.” He nods slowly, still confused. “Just pretend I’m your…your…clit coach,” I say as a smirk flitters up my face at the fucking fantastic alliteration I just came up with.
“Clit Coach? Fuck, we need to trademark that,” he quips as we both laugh.
“Can you follow instructions? Do you know right from left? Up from down?”
“Wait, your right or my right?” I lift a brow, not breaking eye contact. “Yes, Kenni, I can follow directions.”
“Good. Then we won’t have any problems.”
