“Bed,” she whispered against his lips, barely pulling her mouth away. She settled on her back, letting him know without words what she needed. Jenna looked him up and down appreciatively and he smiled. He knew when a woman liked what she saw and Jenna sure as hell seemed to love it.
“Fuck me,” she whispered, spreading her thighs. God, her pussy was as beautiful as the rest of her was. He’d waited too long; they needed each other.
Nick positioned himself above her, reaching toward the nightstand.
“No, I’m safe,” she whispered. “I want it skin to skin.”
He swallowed hard, and she stroked him slowly, her hand wrapping around him with confidence, her body arching upward. She eased him inside her and he stilled, his cock barely inside her, and watched her face as she adjusted to his size and girth.
When she whimpered, he pushed the whole way inside, and she let out a cry of pure female satisfaction. Nick began to stroke slowly in and out, peppering her shoulders and neck with soft kisses. She dug her fingers into his shoulders, the little pricks of pain turning him on even more. He pushed hard and fast, knowing that they both needed satisfaction, the pressure in his balls driving him crazy.
“Nick! Nick! Niiick!”
He could feel that she was close to the edge and he pushed hard, his own need starting to pool in the base of his stomach, his body rocking atop hers.
“Look...at...me.” He was getting close almost too fast, but he knew she was right there along with him.
“Looking,” she managed on a burst of sound. Then her eyes locked on his, her gaze astounded. His eyes fastened on hers and he growled out his climax, pouring himself into her, their mingled cries merging.
Nick rolled over and pulled her close. “Sleep right here, Jenna.”
“Mmm...okay,” she said, her voice blissed out.
Life was good, Nick thought as his eyes drifted shut. He was keeping Jenna here.
Jenna woke slowly, the scents and sounds different to what she was used to. She was held against a strong chest, slow, deep breaths making not only his chest but her head rise and fall.
She snuggled in, breathing his scent and holding it deep. This felt so amazingly right. Jenna opened her eyes and turned her head to watch Nick sleeping. He was adorable, his face relaxed in sleep, the silver strands in his hair standing out against his black pillow. In sunlight he was even more handsome, the years that he wore on his face giving him a distinguished air. In a suit, he’d be breathtaking. Jenna let out a chuckle, considering that.
“Morning,” he said, surprising her. She’d had her attention on him in a dark grey suit, and hadn’t realized his eyes had opened, sleepy and slitted.
“Morning,” she replied, feeling a little uncomfortable in the morning light. It showed her flaws, and she had more than average. “Coffee?”
“Shower first,” he replied, stretching. “Want to share?”
“Can we?’ she replied, looking hopeful.
“Big shower. Come on.” He gracefully extracted himself and stood, pulling on her hand. She stood a little more slowly, realizing she didn’t know if he was a morning or night person, a mix or somewhere in between. Looked like morning for sure, no matter what the rest.
When she followed him into the bathroom, she gasped at the view, the stone tile interior and the fact that it could easily fit two people--three or four, even. “Wow,” she managed.
“Hell of an add on,” he agreed with a nod. They showered quickly; Jenna was still a little self conscious of her body, but Nick’s quiet, confident perusal made her smile. It was nice to be wanted like this, to have a man who didn’t avoid her problem areas, who seemed to like the entire her. Jenna didn’t realize how much she wanted this kind of lover, but now that she had it, as much in its infancy as it was, she was relaxed and…it was perfect.
“What are you thinking?” Nick asked, and his voice sounded casual and content.
“That I like that you don’t avoid looking at all of me.”
“All of you?” He squirted some shampoo in his hands, and motioned for her to turn around and dug his fingers into her hair, washing away the hairspray and other gunk she’d had in her hair.
“Yeah, all of me.” This would be easier with most of her problem areas turned away from him and her eyes closed. “All of the areas where I want to lose weight.”
“You’re perfect as you are,” Nick told her in a low voice. “I love every one of your curves; you’re gorgeous, Jenna. Beautiful. Please don’t feel as if you’re anything but perfect.”
“Size six is perfect,” she reminded him, though her heart was swelling, both from the gentle way he washed her hair and his comments.
“Size six is perfect for some men, but one size rarely fits all, Jenna. I like your body and your curves excite me. Wildly.” He turned her around gently. “Feel.”
Nick guided her hand to his cock and tipped her head back, rinsing her hair.
She squeezed him gently, stroking his hard cock until he groaned. “Later,” she whispered, leaning in to kiss him, his lips opening slowly. They had a gentle slow exploration of each other’s mouths, a kiss that promised more for the future. Possibly even, dare she think it, a life together.
“Do you really mean it?” she asked. It was so hard to believe; Nick was almost too good to be true.
“Did that feel as if I didn’t mean it?’ he asked, motioning it his hard cock, which she’d let go of at some point.
“No. You just seem a bit too good to be true,” she confessed shyly. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t believe and it certainly doesn’t mean I don’t want more, because I do.” She looked him up and down slowly, taking in his muscular chest, toned abs, and the gorgeous cock jutting out proudly.
“I just never had a guy like you be interested in me.”
“Well, get used to it.”
“I think I can try.”
That set the tone for the day; first Nick loaned Jenna a shirt that would work for the short term, until she got home. They had a shared breakfast, then a drive to the mechanic, and a quote for Jenna’s car. After a quick stop at her apartment to change clothes, they took off again. The afternoon was spent at a leisurely lunch and a walk around the new complex in the city, window shopping and tasting samples of wine, cheese, and gourmet olive oils and balsamic vinegars. It was easy to talk to Nick and he made Jenna feel like a princess.
She didn’t want this day to end.
“You have no wheels until Monday,” he pointed out. “Why don’t you spend tonight and tomorrow with me? That way, I can get to know you as Jenna, the adult.”
“I’d like that,” she said quietly. “It would be...nice.”
“More than nice,” he agreed.
Later, snuggled on Nick’s couch, fingers entwined in his, Jenna thought “nice” had been an understatement. She was so at ease with him that it seemed amazing that they hadn’t discovered this sooner.
“What are we going to tell Tony?” he asked her quietly. “I don’t want to hide.”
“Me either,” she said, her heart racing at the thought. What would Dad say? How would he react? What if… What if?
“Jenna, it’s okay! Breathe!” Jenna hadn’t realized she’d been breathing heavily, almost panting, until Nick pointed it out.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. Tony might be annoyed, but he’ll understand. Do you want to do it now?”
“I...guess?” It seemed like the best idea, to get it over with and deal with the fallout. “How bad do you think it’ll be?”
“I know him well,” Nick reminded her. “He’ll be surprised, but I think he’ll come around. You don’t need to worry so much.”
Jenna bit her lip. “What do we tell him, exactly?”
“That we’re involved. That I’m….” He paused, taking a deep breath, and Jenna stilled, managing to settle her breathing. “In love with you.”
That hadn’t been expected. She gasped, locking her eyes on his.
“Did I say something wrong? Shit, Jenna, you don’t need to reply. I just wanted you to know where my heart is in all this.”
She regarded him for a long moment. His nervousness was endearing, his smile and the hope in his eyes gorgeous. Nick was incredibly gorgeous, smart, successful, the kind of guy she’d always dreamed about, with a maturity that was beyond sexy to her.
“I love you too,” she said quietly, meaning the words. “Nick...I don’t know where this is going, but I don’t want it to stop, either.”
“It’s not stopping, Jenna. Your father is going to have to adjust. And the sooner we know, the better.” He pulled out his phone and dialed her father, and put it on speaker, gripping her hand.
“Nicky!” Jenna’s father answered after the second ring. “Are you coming over for the game?”
“No can do, Tony. But….I need to talk with you.”
“Okay,” her father said, sounding a bit confused.
“We need to talk to you,” Jenna piped up, hating the way her voice quavered.
“Jens? What are you doing with Nick? You’re all right, aren’t you?”
“I’m fine, Dad,” she reassured him quickly.