After everything I had hoped for—a kiss goodnight or something—never happened. So instead, I tossed and turned all night long, and now here I stand, in his kitchen drinking coffee that he must have made this morning and watching him work out in the backyard.
He has a screened-in porch that has been converted into a gym. I’m leaning against the sink, openly gawking as he lifts the big barbell over his head with a grunt.
Every inch of him is covered in sweat. His black shorts are snug and tight against his solid thighs. I’m about to fan myself to cool off when he drops the bar to the ground and looks straight at me through the window. I fight the urge to hide. I want him. He has to know that, or why else would I agree to this crazy idea? None of last night makes sense. There’s no way he liked me in high school. How could I not have known? I always wondered if Robin secretly liked JD, and after last night, it seems I have my answer. Why else would she tell him that I liked Levi Duncan? Ugh, I can’t even think about him without being disgusted. He was so full of himself back in high school.
JD comes in through the back door, wiping sweat off his face, neck, and upper body. All I can do is stare at him, speechless.
He doesn’t stop until he’s right in front of me. He takes my mug from me, sets it aside, and leans down and kisses me right on the lips. I gasp, and he takes full advantage. His tongue sweeps through my mouth, and I don’t have the strength or even the desire to refuse him.
He picks me up and sets me on the kitchen counter, fitting his body between my legs. The whole time, he’s kissing me, stealing my breath and making me hope for things I probably shouldn’t. I pull him closer, locking my hands behind his neck. He may say he’s a virgin, but he definitely knows how to kiss. When he’s completely defiled my mouth, he pulls back and takes deep breaths.
“Wow!” I say and then laugh, putting my hand over my mouth. I really need to learn not to just say whatever I’m thinking.
His hands go to the counter on each side of me, and he pushes his hips back, but it’s too late. I already saw the hard bulge in the front of his shorts.
His voice is gruff. “I’m going to fix you breakfast and then shower, then we can get started.”
He must see the alarm on my face because then he says, “On the interview.”
I put my hands on his hard chest just because I want to touch him some more. “You shower and I’ll fix breakfast.”
He doesn’t budge. “No, I didn’t bring you here to wait on me.”
I giggle. “I know you brought me here to take my virginity.”
He looks offended, and I rub up and down his chest with my hand. “I’m just kidding. Look, if I’m here the rest of the week, I’m not going to sit around and let you wait on me. Let me cook breakfast. You can get cleaned up.”
Princess swirls between his legs, and he moves back and picks her up, holding her to his chest. She curls into his arms with complete trust and starts to purr. “Are you sure?” he asks me.
“Am I sure I can fix breakfast? Absolutely.”
He finally agrees, but before leaving, he sets Princess on her feet and then kisses me again until I’m breathless.
He lifts me off the counter and lets me slide down his body, feeling his hard cock pressed against me the whole way. He groans, and I smirk up at him. “You okay?”
He nods. “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m good. I’ll be right back.”
JD walks out of the kitchen, and I argue with myself while I watch him go. He obviously wants me. There’s no hiding the attraction he feels for me. He’s not even trying to; it’s pretty blatant. I could go with him upstairs. I don’t think he’d deny me. I’m just about to take a step in that direction when I stop. No, he wouldn’t stop me. He’d probably fulfill every fantasy I’ve ever had for him, but what then? He’s not asking for forever. He’s wanting to have me, and what if I give in now? Would this be over? I don’t care about the story. None of that matters; there’s too much on the line. Most importantly, my heart. Finally, I get myself together, but the whole time I’m cooking, I’m thinking of JD in the shower.
Chapter 9
JD
I step into the shower and turn the knob, waiting on the cold spray to hit me right in the face. Even with the arctic cold liquid pelting down my body, I still feel like I could probably hammer nails with my dick. Hard is not even a word to describe what I am right now. I know I could reach down, wrap my hand around my girth, and stroke it once, maybe twice, and I’d be shooting my seed all over the damn wall of the shower. But I don’t. I don’t know why I’m putting myself through this when a release is definitely what I need right now.