Page 142 of Last First Kiss

“So now you’re the expert?” Jamie said against his lips.

“On some things.”

“Yeah?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“What else would you like to be an expert on, young apprentice?”

It was so easy from there.

Jordan rolling Jamie onto his back. Taking Jamie in his mouth again.Practicing, like their first kiss. Learning what Jamie liked. Working hard until Jamie’s hands couldn’t stay off Jordan’s head and his thighs couldn’t stop squeezing around Jordan’s ears and his voice cracked before he came.

After, he grinned over Jamie, out of breath. Transported.

Of course, Jamie insisted on returning the favor. But not in the way Jordan expected. No, Jamie eased him onto his stomach. Slid a pillow under his hips. Pressed long kisses across each nob of Jordan’s spine.

Then lower.

He spread Jordan, tasting him. Soft, slow circles. Then restless, greedy licks until Jordan was fully open against Jamie’s tongue. He pinned Jordan’s hips to the mattress, face buried. Reveling in every embarrassed noise and gasp Jordan let out.

It was too much. Yet Jordan kept arching for it.

Beggingfor it.

When Jamie drew back, eyes blown out, saliva smeared around his mouth, Jordan knew he’d never know peace again.

Jamie said, “Comfort check?”

And Jordan whimpered into the sheets.

“Use your words.”

“If you don’t finish what you started, I swear to G—”

And Jamie did. With enthusiasm. With a tongue so determined, so skilled, Jordan saw fucking stars.

He didn’t stay the night. He wanted to. But he wasn’t sure ifJamiewanted him to?

They also haven’t discussed what Jamie said the other day. After they had sex. Before Jamie fell asleep. Maybe he doesn’t remember? Maybe it was the medicine talking?

It’s fine.

Except, Jordan thinks about it. That Jamie said no one’s made him feel like their first kiss. How he’s tired of chasing that feeling.

Then, Jordan’s brain snaps like a rubber band all the way back to December. When Jamie said he didn’t want to ruin their friendship.He’snot the right person for Jordan.

Occasionally, Jordan finds himself thinking about that kiss with Javi. The dates he’s been on with women. The emptiness behind it all.

He considers all these puzzle pieces in front of him and none of them line up. They never connect. Or form a crystal-clear picture.

Jordan wants Jamie. Loves being around him in a way that might be more than friends. But what does that mean aboutwhoJordan is?

“Jordan?”

His eyes dart back to the screen. Shit. He forgot about Braylon, and why he called him in the first place.

“I’m working on a project for Skye’s the Limit,” Jordan says. “With Nic.”