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tremors roll through my body, my cries are cut short by Jay pressing his mouth against mine. I ride out the orgasm, and he doesn’t move his fingers until the last tremor wanes.
    “Fuck, that was sexy as hell,” he says as he pulls away, then presses one more kiss to my lips.
    I smile up at him, his face is lit up like a kid in a candy store. I sit up, and he moves back, his expression now curious. This time, I’m the one who smirks.
    “Your turn,” I tell him as I reach for the button on his jeans.
    “No…you don’t have to,” he says, grabbing my wrist.
    “I want to,” I smile.
    I rise up on my knees and kiss him, silencing any further protest. Then I shake his grip off my wrist. I pull at the hem of his shirt and he gets the idea, lifting it over his head. I press myself against him…bare chest to bare chest…and ohmygod, it feels wonderful. I don’t remember sex ever feeling this intimate before. As he wraps his arms around me, I make quick work of his jeans, brushing against his erection as I go.
    He groans against my mouth, and I smile in response. I pull away and put both hands flat on his chest, pushing him back so he’s lying on his back on the couch. His sculpted chest rises and falls with his heavy breaths and the sight encourages me. I glance down at his boxers and lick my lips. I can feel what he’s packing in there and I can’t wait to see it.
    Just as I reach inside his boxer briefs and wrap my hand around him…
    the phone rings.

Chapter Twelve
     
    Jay
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Fuck.
    I tuck myself back into my pants and sit up, looking over to where Kate is pacing the kitchen on her cell phone as I put back on my t-shirt.
    “I’m sorry. I have to get it. It’s Casey’s ringtone” She’d told me before quickly tugging on her tank top and scampering off the couch to get her phone from the kitchen counter.
    We were so close .
    But it’s just as well, we shouldn’t be doing anything anyway. A momentary loss of control on my part, but at least we didn’t go all the way. At least I hadn’t allowed her to reciprocate. That would have likely been the point of no return. I send a silent thanks to her roommate for calling at just the right time.
    I rest my elbows on my knees and run my hands over my head, clasping them behind my neck. I guess I need to face the facts…Kate and I are probably never going to be able to be just friends. God knows I’m attracted to her, and I know she’s attracted to me, too. Is it too late to try to set those feelings aside? Maybe I can help her realize it’s in her best interest to do so.
    “Sorry about that,” Kate says, walking back into the living room. “She’s stopped for the night, and I made her promise to call me when she did.”
    She sits beside me, and I turn to her. “It’s okay. I should probably get going anyway.”
    She frowns as I stand up. “You don’t have to leave…”
    “It’s late,” I tell her, pointing at the clock on the DVR. 2:37. I know it’s a lame excuse, since it was late when I followed her back to her apartment to begin with.
    “Right,” she says, getting to her feet. “Thanks for watching the movie with me, even though we didn’t get to finish it.”
    “Maybe some other time,” I offer.
    She smiles. “That would be nice.”
    She walks me to her door and frowns again when all I give her is a soft kiss on her forehead. “Good night, Kate.”
    “Good night,” she says quietly as she watches me walk away.
    I hop on my bike and fasten my helmet, feeling like a total asshole. Taking a quick look up at her apartment, I catch the lights turn off one-by-one. I’m caught between wishing I was still up there and knowing that I shouldn’t be.
    She deserves better than you , I remind myself as I start my bike and pull out of the lot.
    Maybe if I repeat that mantra enough, it’ll keep me away. Maybe if I say it to her enough, it’ll keep her away. Somehow, I doubt that though. Kate’s too stubborn—too