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turns me to him. I have to lift my left leg and bend my knee to face him comfortably. “I know everything about you and I’m not going to pretend I don’t like what I know.”
What he says astonishes me, stuns me. I try to move, to stand up, but he won’t allow it. His arm tightens around my waist and he won’t let go. “You do?”
“If I could kick the shit out of myself I would.”
“You would?” I ask on a rush of air.
“Yep.” He pushes back a wisp of my hair that’s escaped from my ponytail. “I was an idiot. A fucking horny idiot who needed someone to stick his dick in and who he really wanted wasn’t there so I had to improvise.”
“You did?” I throw him a thunderstruck look.
“I was stupid.” His hand slides around my neck and he grips my nape. I moan aloud as his thumb rubs delicious circles just below my ear. “I was just a kid. I’ve gained a lot since then, but I’ve missed a lot too.” At my silence his lips turn up, his head comes down and he kisses me all sweet, gentle nibbles at first, then his arms tighten and his tongue pushes through my lips and plunders the heated depths of my mouth.
I want to fight. I want to push him away, but then I remember what I wrote on the slip of paper and I know that I really don’t want to do either. I want one last time with him. One last memory so that I know what I really lost and can move forward. Wrapping my arms around his neck I hold on. Pressing my breasts to his chest, I kiss him back with full-on tongue on tongue dueling and it takes my breath away. His hands make their way under my tank and into the back of my loose sweatpants gripping my ass. My own hands make their way into his hair gripping the back of his head. He presses into me. His fingers biting into the soft flesh of my bottom working at pushing me more tightly against him, but my knee is still bent against his stomach and he can’t tug me any closer.
He pulls away and his breathing now comes in small bursts, his eyes flashing hot. “I’m not an idiot anymore.” He moves his arms, one under my shoulder blades and one under my knees and stands which is awesome. He makes me feel delicate and feminine with one lift of his powerful thighs and back.
He kisses me on the lips and looks in my eyes. “I’m gonna fuck you now.” His lips move over mine again. “Then we’re gonna talk. You’re gonna tell me why you just happened to be at the track when I was.”
“Jake,” I start.
“First we fuck, then we talk.” He looks at me calmly.
“Jake,” I try again.
“Georgia, stop fuckin’ talking and kiss me again already.”
I take a deep breath. “Jake…”
His eyes flash dangerously and I press my lips tightly together to keep from blurting out any more, but it doesn’t stop my mind from going ninety miles an hour. Eight years. Eight fuckin’ years have gone by and I still feel as if we are back in high school. Eight years of dating a bunch of losers and replacements and stand-ins and after one second of being in front of him every bit of the good comes rushing back and all of the bad fades to nothingness.
“And quit thinking.” His arms go around me and he holds me tight.
I let my breath go.
His face dips to mine. “And tell me where your room is, darlin’.” I smile at him and his whole face lights up with excitement.
“Second door on the right.”
He carries me the rest of the way down the hall and lowers me down his body until my feet hit the floor. Tugging up my tank, I raise my arms to give him access. When nothing else immediately happens, I glance up at him noticing his eyes glued to my breasts.
I chuckle, snapping my fingers in front of his face three times before he shakes his head as if coming out of a trance. I lean down a little and point to my face. “I’m up here.”
“Oh, I know where you’re at, darlin’,” he replies on a
What he says astonishes me, stuns me. I try to move, to stand up, but he won’t allow it. His arm tightens around my waist and he won’t let go. “You do?”
“If I could kick the shit out of myself I would.”
“You would?” I ask on a rush of air.
“Yep.” He pushes back a wisp of my hair that’s escaped from my ponytail. “I was an idiot. A fucking horny idiot who needed someone to stick his dick in and who he really wanted wasn’t there so I had to improvise.”
“You did?” I throw him a thunderstruck look.
“I was stupid.” His hand slides around my neck and he grips my nape. I moan aloud as his thumb rubs delicious circles just below my ear. “I was just a kid. I’ve gained a lot since then, but I’ve missed a lot too.” At my silence his lips turn up, his head comes down and he kisses me all sweet, gentle nibbles at first, then his arms tighten and his tongue pushes through my lips and plunders the heated depths of my mouth.
I want to fight. I want to push him away, but then I remember what I wrote on the slip of paper and I know that I really don’t want to do either. I want one last time with him. One last memory so that I know what I really lost and can move forward. Wrapping my arms around his neck I hold on. Pressing my breasts to his chest, I kiss him back with full-on tongue on tongue dueling and it takes my breath away. His hands make their way under my tank and into the back of my loose sweatpants gripping my ass. My own hands make their way into his hair gripping the back of his head. He presses into me. His fingers biting into the soft flesh of my bottom working at pushing me more tightly against him, but my knee is still bent against his stomach and he can’t tug me any closer.
He pulls away and his breathing now comes in small bursts, his eyes flashing hot. “I’m not an idiot anymore.” He moves his arms, one under my shoulder blades and one under my knees and stands which is awesome. He makes me feel delicate and feminine with one lift of his powerful thighs and back.
He kisses me on the lips and looks in my eyes. “I’m gonna fuck you now.” His lips move over mine again. “Then we’re gonna talk. You’re gonna tell me why you just happened to be at the track when I was.”
“Jake,” I start.
“First we fuck, then we talk.” He looks at me calmly.
“Jake,” I try again.
“Georgia, stop fuckin’ talking and kiss me again already.”
I take a deep breath. “Jake…”
His eyes flash dangerously and I press my lips tightly together to keep from blurting out any more, but it doesn’t stop my mind from going ninety miles an hour. Eight years. Eight fuckin’ years have gone by and I still feel as if we are back in high school. Eight years of dating a bunch of losers and replacements and stand-ins and after one second of being in front of him every bit of the good comes rushing back and all of the bad fades to nothingness.
“And quit thinking.” His arms go around me and he holds me tight.
I let my breath go.
His face dips to mine. “And tell me where your room is, darlin’.” I smile at him and his whole face lights up with excitement.
“Second door on the right.”
He carries me the rest of the way down the hall and lowers me down his body until my feet hit the floor. Tugging up my tank, I raise my arms to give him access. When nothing else immediately happens, I glance up at him noticing his eyes glued to my breasts.
I chuckle, snapping my fingers in front of his face three times before he shakes his head as if coming out of a trance. I lean down a little and point to my face. “I’m up here.”
“Oh, I know where you’re at, darlin’,” he replies on a
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