His fingers dug into her sides, his firm grip holding her steady as he pumped harder and faster. Taylor was spellbound by the sight of their bodies connecting in such an erotic, primitive way. A tortured groan climbed up from her throat as the first tingling of impending release started to build low in her belly.

The orgasm hit her out of nowhere, sending a sensual spiral of pleasure shooting from her core to every part of her body. She clutched Jamar’s shoulders and rode the wave of sensation that washed over her, savoring the intense satisfaction suddenly flooding her system.

She felt him stiffen before he came, his arms shaking with the force of his release. Their harsh breaths echoed throughout the kitchen as they both absorbed the aftermath of the last ten minutes.

Taylor tried to hang on to the lingering euphoria, but reality seeped past her defenses, casting an unwelcome light on what they’d just done.

“I told you.”

Her eyes popped open at the sound of Jamar’s raspy voice. “Told me what?” she asked.

“That you would regret this.”

“I don’t,” she assured him, although she wasn’t sure if she was being honest with him or herself.

His heavy sigh was filled with resignation, which told her that he wasn’t buying her denial.

“So where do we go from here?” he asked. “Do we try to pretend this never happened, or can I mention over morning coffee that you’re the best sex I ever had?”

“Is that a thing we’re doing? Morning coffee?”

“That wasn’t the important part of the question, Taylor.”

“Okay, so I guess it’s something we need to discuss,” she said. “Where do you think we should go from here?”

He looked pointedly at her breasts. “Don’t expect coherent conversation from me when you’re sitting there like that.”

Taylor pulled her bra and T-shirt down to cover herself, as if that mattered when they were both still naked from the waist down.

“Better?” she asked before purposely brushing the back of her hand across his semi-erect penis.

“Stop,” he said with a hoarse groan. He leaned forward and tucked his head against her neck, inhaling deep before taking a step back. “Living here with you is going to be the hardest fucking thing in the world.”

“Was the pun there intended?”

He leveled her with a look that clearly said he was not amused.

“I’m sorry,” Taylor said. “Are you still okay with me living here?”

“I’m not that much of an asshole. I wouldn’t ask you to leave just because I’m going to go half crazy thinking about you sleeping so damn close by.”

“Did I mention that I sleep in the nude?”

“Taylor.”