Page 92 of Last First Kiss

With him, Jordan’s on his tiptoes. He reaches for more. Jamie doesn’t hesitate to give it to him. He releases Jordan’s elbow to slide his large hand onto the small of Jordan’s back. Another point of pressure Jordan melts under.

He fists Jamie’s shirt. Experiments with threading fingers through his thick hair. Tugging delicately.

Jamie groans in frustration. Against Jordan’s mouth, he says, “Do it.”

Jordan does.

Finding angles with a kiss isn’t one of Jordan’s strengths. At any second, he’s certain Jamie will pull away. Laugh in his face for being so tragically amateurish.

But Jamie doesn’t.

He adjusts his approach. He’s patient and teasing with his teeth. All the embarrassment heating Jordan’s cheeks transfers into another part of his body.

When Jamie grinds against him, a shocked gasp breaks through Jordan’s lips. Jamie lets Jordan feel howhardhe is.

Jordan’s never…

He doesn’t—

His brain tries to reboot. It’s not fast enough. The rest of his body, however, falls into the rhythm of Jamie’s hips, encouraging.

“Wait,” Jamie says, easing back. Jordan tenses with the suddenness of it, but Jamie’s hands are still gripping him. Holding him close. He stares at Jordan, panting, lips plump and red. “I need to do a comfort check.”

Jordan blinks at him. “A what?”

“A comfort check,” Jamie repeats, slower. “I need to know where you’re at. With all of this.”

“Where I’m… at?”

The left side of Jamie’s mouth rises. “Talk to me, Jordan. Tell me if you’re good. If you need to slow down. Stop—”

Jordan’s breath hitches anxiously.

“—or not,” Jamie continues, starting those slow circles with his thumb again, this time against the center of Jordan’s spine. “I can keep going. Iwantto. But this isn’t just about me.”

Jordan bites his lip. He knows what Jamie’s saying—he wants Jordan to be sure. Underneath that, he wants Jordan to be okay. Safe. To not do things just because they’re kissing and Jamie’s hard and Jordan’s body is reacting to everything.

“I’ve never—” Jordan swallows.

Jamie waits, smiling.

“I still haven’t… you know. With a man.” The urge to cringe is strong. Jordan fights it off. “With anyone.”

“Okay,” Jamie says before Jordan has a coronary. “Do you want to?”

He hasn’t before. There were times when he was making out with Yazzie, her perched in his lap, sure fingers guiding his hands underneath her shirt, that he considered it. Yazzie even offered. He genuinely liked her. Felt something deep and intimate for her. But they never went any further.

Still, she was the closest he’s ever been to crossing that line.

Until now.

Now, he stares at Jamie’s chaotic hair, a mess from Jordan’s hands. His lower lip swollen from Jordan’s mouth. The quick rise and fall of his chest from Jordan being this close, this receptive. There’s no question in Jordan’s head. No hesitation.

This isn’t a stranger from a hookup app. A blind date he feels nothing for.

This is Jamie.

And Jordan…wantshim.