Page 66 of Only You

He held her gaze. “You wanted to do more than that.”

Her eyes widened. “You only told me about the cuddling.”

“I didn’t want you to freak out.”

“Consider this me freaking out,” she said, her voice rising with every word. “What else happened?”

Jack looked away. “Never mind. It doesn’t matter.”

“I want to know.” They needed to discuss this. They could laugh about it, and finally put it to bed. Not bed. Bad bed. Put it to rest.

He met her eyes again and gazed at her for a long time. “You asked me to have sex.”

Kayla’s pulse quickened. “I actually said that?”

Jack slowly nodded.

“Oh my God.” Kayla placed a hand over her mouth.

“You were drunk, so I knew you didn’t mean it,” he added.

“I wasn’t drunk.”

“You said that too.”

She gaped at him. “What else did I do?”

Jack took a deep breath, drawing her attention to his chest expanding in his flannel shirt. “You started touching me.” He glanced down at his jeans. “There. But I stopped you.”

Kayla’s eyes widened to mammoth proportions.

“So, see. I’m not such a bad guy,” Jack asserted.

She felt guilty for making him think that. Reaching out, she squeezed his forearm. “Of course you’re not a bad guy.” You’re a great guy. One of the best.

Jack glanced down at her hand on his arm, and then slowly lifted his gaze. Just like in her romance books, the air crackled between them. The house was quiet and darkness settled around them like a blanket. Their aloneness was unnerving and titillating at the same time.

“Will you kiss me now?” Jack asked softly.

Suddenly, there was nothing she wanted more. Kayla nodded, but Jack stayed still, waiting for her to take the lead. She scooted closer until the sides of their bodies touched. Then she slid her hand up his arm and rested it on his shoulder. Jack lifted her other hand and placed it on his chest. They locked their eyes, desire flickering between them.

Then his gaze dropped to her lips, and she licked them in nervous anticipation. He slowly leaned in, and she met him halfway. Kayla’s eyelids fluttered closed as their lips met for the first time. They barely moved, but a warm, sweet sensation flowed through her veins. She shifted closer to him, and his arm went around her waist.

Jack deepened the kiss, or she did. Either way, she was consumed with an urgent, aching need. Kayla’s lips parted in a sigh, and Jack flicked his tongue out to taste her. The next thing she knew, he lifted her onto his lap without breaking their kiss. Kayla coiled her arms around his neck, and her breasts rubbed enticingly against his chest. Jack planted his hands on her hips, holding her gently yet firmly in place.

It was easily the best first kiss Kayla had ever had, and she felt ravenous for more. She shifted again, her center brushing against Jack’s erection. Someone moaned, or they both did. They jostled around, desperately trying to get closer, despite the layers of clothes between them.

Kayla’s senses were overwhelmed in the best possible way. The spicy scent of Jack’s cologne wafted up from the open neck of his flannel shirt. Wherever they touched, she felt soft fabric stretched over hard muscles. And the hardest part of all was nestled right between her legs.

While Kayla reveled in her heightened senses, Jack’s hands drifted under the back of her sweater. The warmth of them splayed on her bare skin, causing her to break out in goosebumps, though she wasn’t the least bit cold.

Jack broke their kiss, but kept his hands beneath her sweater. “Is this okay?”

Kayla nodded emphatically.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! Keep going,” she demanded.