Page 89 of Astrid Parker Doesn't Fail

“Jordan,” she said, pulling back to look at her. “I—”

“Shh,” Jordan said, running a thumb over Astrid’s bottom lip. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not,” Astrid said. “I want you, okay? I need you to believe me.” She might not know anything about being queer—whether she was bisexual or pan or something else altogether—but she knew without one single doubt that she wanted Jordan Everwood.

“I do,” Jordan said, then she kissed her once, twice, and flipped them around so Astrid’s back was to the door. The motion snapped the air from Astrid’s lungs, but she loved it. Maybe this was what she needed—what they both needed—this glorious place wheredesignandinnsandNatasha RojasandIsabel Parker-Greendidn’t factor into anything. They were just Astrid and Jordan, two women who wanted to rip each other’s clothes off.

Jordan’s hands sneaked under Astrid’s plain white tee, calloused fingers drifting over her stomach and up her rib cage, closer and closer...

“Is this okay?” Jordan asked, thumb just barely skating the edge of her bra.

Astrid nodded so hard, her head cracked against the door.

“Ow, shit,” she said, grabbing her head with both hands.

“Whoa, careful,” Jordan said, huffing a soft laugh. “I like that head.”

“Yeah, me too,” Astrid said. She went to put her arms down, ready for more of Jordan’s touch, but before she could, Jordan tangled their fingers together above Astrid’s head. Jordan’s knee slid back in between Astrid’s thighs, putting pressure right where Astrid needed it.

Heat pooled in her center, and Jordan’s kisses grew more fervent, tugging at Astrid’s lower lip in a way that made her want to scream. Jordan’s hips worked against hers in delicious, evil circles.

“God, Parker,” Jordan said into her mouth. “I need to make you come.” She released Astrid’s arms and slid her hands down Astrid’s back to her ass, pulling her harder against her thigh.

Astrid registered how amazing all of this felt, how much she actually needed to come, but something inside her froze at Jordan’s words, and Jordan felt it.

She let her leg drop from between Astrid’s and settled her hands on Astrid’s hips. “You okay?”

Astrid nodded, more gently this time. “I just... I’m not sure—”

“Hey, we can stop,” Jordan said so sweetly, Astrid wanted to cry. “We don’t have to go any further.”

“No,” Astrid said, hooking her hands inside Jordan’s overalls and pulling her closer. “No, I want to. So much. I just... I don’t want you to be upset if I can’t...”

Jordan raised an eyebrow. “Can’t what?”

Astrid shrugged. Jesus. This was all she needed. How veryAstrid Parkerof her, to let her baggage ruin this moment when all she wanted was to prove to Jordan how much she wanted her.

“What is it, Parker?” Jordan asked seriously.

Astrid sighed. “If I can’t... you know. Come.”

Jordan’s eyes went wide. “Is that what you’re worried about?”

“I haven’t always been able to with other people, that’s all. Ican, just not every time.”

A wicked smile settled on Jordan’s mouth, and Astrid could see thatchallenge acceptedglint in her eyes she’d come to know very well.

“Oh, here we go,” Astrid said.

“You’re goddamn right here we go,” Jordan said, yanking Astrid against her, lower lip brushing her own. “I bet I can make you come without ever touching your skin, Parker.”

Astrid pulled back. “What?”

“You heard me.”

“Are you talking about dry humping? Because I did that plenty in high school, and it never really worked.”

“Probably because you were rubbing against an inexperienced teenage douchebag who was only concerned with getting himself off.”