“Were you dreaming about me?”
“No.”
“Liar. Was I good?”
“Wouldn’t know.”
“I’m happy to do a reenactment if you like.”
I smack him on the arm with the spatula, trying not to smile. “Get out of my kitchen.”
He grins like he’s already won, and I get back to flipping pancakes, pretending my face isn’t hot.
He slides off the counter and comes up behind me.
My pulse kicks instantly. I’ve imagined this exact scenario—himbehind me—more times than I’ll ever admit.
“What are you doing?” I ask without turning, spatula still in my hand.
“Just keep cooking.”
He moves my hair over one shoulder, and when he leans in to breathe me in, my knees almost give. “You’ve never had sex before.”
I smirk to cover the fact that my stomach is in free fall. “A quick one, ladies and gentlemen.”
He chuckles low against my skin, and it sends a shiver all the way down my spine. Both of his hands glide slowly down my arms, unhurried, like he’s learning every inch.
“Have you fooled around any?” His lips brush the side of my neck.
God, if he only knew how many nights I’ve thought about his mouth there. “A little,” I admit, the words coming out breathier than I’d like.
His grip tightens, like the answer matters more than it should. Another kiss, lower. “Tell me what you’ve done, Cricket.” His palms skim my hips, moving forward and down toward my pelvis—closing the last bit of space between us until I feel the unmistakable hardness pressed into my lower back.
“I’ve kissed,” I say, barely above a whisper.
He hums against my skin, lips finding the bend of my neck and shoulder. “What else?”
One hand slides under my shirt, stopping just beneath my breast. My breath catches when his thumb trails lightly across the soft skin under my breast. The other drifts down my thigh, his fingers slow, purposeful, and I swear my heart might burst through my ribs.
“I’ve been fingered before.”
“Mmm,” he murmurs, mouth warm on my skin again. “Who, Cricket?”
“Who?”
“Who did you let touch you?”
I swallow hard and hope he remembers. “I’m sure you remember Matt, from that party?”
His hands tense on my body.
“We dated for a while.”
“I see.”
Do you Jaxon? Do you see you rejected me and pushed me into his arms?
“And did you come?”
