He pulled his mouth away from hers, his breaths choppy. “I’m serious. We said we wouldn’t do this.”

Yes, they had. And not even an hour into her stay she had his tongue down her throat.

But, dammit, she wanted his tongue down her throat. She wanted more than his tongue down her throat.

“Look, I know what we said, but it isn’t realistic. We both know that we want this. Common sense demands that we satisfy that want. It’s called ‘let’s get it out of our system’ sex.”

“You just made that up.”

“I did not! Look, we do it this one time so that we both don’t spontaneously combust. And then we’re done.”

“And you think one time will be enough? It doesn’t work that way, Taylor.”

She huffed out a laugh. “What? You think I’m gonna get dick-whipped after one time?”

The grin that curled up the corners of his mouth was impossibly wicked. “It’s happened before.”

Taylor narrowed her eyes at him. If she didn’t want him so bad right now, she would put his cocky ass out of his own pool house.

Yeah, that wasn’t happening. At least not until he gave her the orgasm she’d been dreaming about for these past few weeks.

“Are we doing this or what, Twenty-Three?”

He shook his head. “No, I don’t think so. What if you end up regretting it? You’re the one who initially said we shouldn’t go there, remember?”

“I also said the minidresses-over-jeans trend would make a comeback. Sometimes I say stupid shit.”

“I don’t even know what that means.”

She ran her hands down her face in exasperation. “It means you should forget what I said before and fuck me, okay! It’s not a hard concept to grasp, Jamar.”

“Interesting choice of words.”

She pointed to his crotch and the bulge straining behind his zipper. “That says it all.”

“Don’t worry about this,” he said, pulling at the front of his jeans. “I can take care of this.”

“Really? So is that what we’re doing? We’ll each go off to our separate corners and masturbate? Because that’s what I’m going to do if you walk out of here without getting me off.”

His head fell back. “Why would you put that visual in my mind?”

She tugged on the hem of his shirt and brought him to her. “You don’t need the visual in your mind when the real thing is right here.”

His nostrils flared with the intense look he leveled at her. “Just remember, this was your idea.”