On the ride to my apartment, it’s a miracle I don’t crash my car into a tree. Raegan kisses me the entire time, licking my neck, biting my earlobe. With one hand on the wheel, I slip the other into her jeans. She holds my wrist in place and rolls her hips, gliding my fingers over her wetness.

This woman is fucking my hand and it is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

I’m relieved when we reach my complex, because I’m seconds away from having to explain an embarrassing mess in my pants. I lift her out of the car and carry her inside my apartment, our lips fused together until I drop her onto my bed.

We scramble out of our clothes. I can’t help but stare as she strips off her jeans and tosses her shirt onto the floor.

“God, you’re sexy as hell.” I reach behind her and unclasp her bra, freeing her tits so I can bury my face in them. She moans when I pull her nipple into my mouth and swirl my tongue around it. I do the same to the other one before trailing kisses down her stomach.

“I used to be more in-shape,” she slurs, almost like an apology.

“You’re perfect just like this.” I’m not lying. Men don’t want to fuck a stick. They want something to grip on to. Something to squeeze. Something that bounces and jiggles. You might be embarrassed of your muffin top, but the truth is: A man doesn’t notice what’s between your tits and your pussy when you’re naked and his dick is about to be inside you.

I tug her panties to the side and skate my tongue over her bare skin. Raegan hooks her legs over my shoulders, blond hair splayed out on my navy comforter. Her hips buck up to meet every stroke of my tongue.

Did I say Raegan riding my hand was the hottest thing I’d ever seen? I was wrong. Raegan riding my face is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

Uninhibited. Unrestrained. She’s enjoying every second of this, like she owns me and it’s her right to take everything from me.

This is how sex should be.

It’s not a sprint, a race to the finish line. It’s about indulging your senses. A tasting. Exploring to find what you like, taking the time to enjoy every kiss, every touch, every movement.

This is what was missing from the random hookups I’d grown tired of.

Passion.

“Jaxon,” she whimpers.

I love the sound of my name on her lips, the desperation in her voice. I drag the entire length of my tongue along her seam, circling around her clit. “What do you want, Raegan? Tell me what you need.”

“I need … I need …”

Yes, I love it when women talk dirty.

“I need the bathroom.”