Page 33 of Take the Plunge

His hand dips a little lower so he’s grazing my pubic hair.

I suck in a breath. “If you keep going lower, I’m going to get hard.”

“I’m already hard.”

“Yeah, I know.” I push my arse against his erection. If only we hadn’t bothered putting our clothes on.

“What you said last night about being horny when you first discovered sex, did you mean it?” he asks.

“Yes.”

“That’s how I feel. It’s like I’ve got this insatiable hunger, and the only thing to sate it is being with you.”

“That makes me feel wanted.”

“Would you teach me how?”

I raise my eyebrows. “To do anal?”

“Yes.”

I turn around, dislodging his hand, and cup his face. “Are you sure? I don’t want you rushing into anything or feeling pressured to do anything—” He kisses me, shutting me up.

“I’m horny for you.”

“And that’s super flattering, but I don’t want you to rush into anything you might regret. We can do other things.”

He stares into my eyes. “I know. But I want to know what it feels like to be inside you.”

I gulp. “Fuck.”

“That’s what I’m asking for.”

“I don’t know about you, but I didn’t bring any condoms or lube with me. I wasn’t expecting to hook up with anyone this weekend. I’m guessing you didn’t either.”

“No.” His shoulders sag. Then his eyes light up. “I didn’t check the drawers in your room when I was searching for clothes.”

“And your laptop.”

He laughs. “It didn’t feel right to go through your stuff.”

“This might surprise you, but I don’t keep a stash of lube and condoms here.” Then I remember why Rufus stranded us here in the first place. “Oh.” At least, my theory as to his reasoning.

“What?”

“Maybe we should check anyway.”

“But you said—”

I’m out of the kitchen and on my way up the stairs, with Jett hot on my heels. I burst into the room and check the bedside table nearest the door. Nothing. I look across the bed. Rufus left the note on the other bedside table, so maybe… I stride around the bed, open the top drawer and—bingo. I pull out a brand-new box of condoms and a full bottle of lube and wave them at Jett. I know my brother so well.

Jett’s eyebrows tug together. “I thought you said you didn’t keep that stuff here.”

“I don’t.” I sit on the edge of the bed. “Confession time?”

He sits beside me but keeps a slight distance between us. Tension is radiating off him.

“I’ve had a crush on you since I was fourteen.” The words rush out like a tidal wave.