One Breathless Night(13)

“I didn’t even ask,” she said, breathing hard, not taking her mouth too far away.

“About?”

“I don’t have a condom with me.”

He laughed. “I’ve got it covered.”

She kissed him again, and then started laughing herself. He was the one who had to pull away this time.

“What?”

“Pun,” she said.

“Pun? Uh, I have enough blood in my brain to do basic math and spell my name. You’re going to need to explain.”

“It’s nothing. Really.”

“What am I missing?” he asked. They were still in the kissing position. His erection was well on its way to full hardness. The back of her foot continued to brush against his thigh, almost reaching his butt. He had no idea what she’d meant.

“It’s so stupid now,” she said. “It won’t be funny anymore.”

He nodded, done with it, and proceeded to kiss her three ways to Sunday, but it occurred to him her laugh had sounded nervous, self-conscious. So he pulled back.

Jenna blinked. “Why did you stop?”

He could see her under the muted ceiling lights, and hoped the flush on her face was from arousal than embarrassment. Or from having second thoughts. “Tell me the pun.”

“Really? Now?”

“Come on.”

“I asked if you had a condom. You said you had it covered...” She trailed off with a sigh.

“Ah, now I get it.” Smiling, he brushed the hair away from her cheek, aching to do so much more. “You still okay with this? We could just cuddle for a while.”

“That’s a very nice offer and an appealing idea, but, um, you know how you were kissing me so hard it made my toes curl?”

“Yes, I remember that very vividly.”

“You thinking of picking up where you left off?”

“I am.”

Her cockeyed grin made him hum.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Mr.... Oh, my God. I don’t remember your last name and we’re having sex.”

“Well, we were close.”

“Did you tell me before? Because I don’t recall. What’s your last name?”

“Sinclair.”

“Oh,” she said, her voice dipping at least an octave. “Okay.”

“Are we good now?”

Before she could complete her nod he kissed her again—he couldn’t have held back if the world were coming to an end. And she kissed him in return. No hint of shyness, no reluctance. Her hands were on his back, on his sides, exploring. His free hand had immediately cupped her breast, and all was right with the world.

But...that breast was still covered. He needed to reach under that damn T-shirt and find out what she felt like in his palm.

He groaned as he gently squeezed her soft flesh, her puckered nub poking at him, begging him to do more than squeeze. He wasn’t about to argue. As hard as it was to leave her lips, he slid under the covers and pulled up her T-shirt as far as he could. Jenna did the rest.

He’d have to pace himself. First of all, he hadn’t shaved since before the party. Second of all, Jenna was perfect. She had the most perfect lips and the perfect breasts.

As his tongue swirled and teased, Jenna made sounds. She’d moaned before. In the taxi. Thirty seconds ago. But this was a whole new skill set. It wasn’t just sounds, but words. Kind of.

“Oh, gaaah,” she said, her voice still in that low range that made him crazy. “Do that a—hhh—there. Right...” Her hand went to the back of his head, making sure he didn’t move. Though he doubted she realized how tightly she was pressing.

When he finally sucked that pointy nip, he hit the jackpot. She thrust her hips forward and her pantie-covered crotch met his very hard cock.

He wasn’t quiet, either. The way he was thrusting and she was thrusting, he wasn’t going to need a condom. He’d come right in his pajama bottoms.

And that was not the plan.

“Too soon,” he said, trying to catch his breath and push back her surprisingly strong grip on his head.

“Too soon?” She moved her hand away. “Sorry, sorry.”

He looked up as she looked down. “Sorry? There’s nothing... I was too close to coming. Believe me, you’ve got nothing to be sorry for.”

“Oh, thank goodness.”

He smiled. He couldn’t help it. She just charmed the living daylights out of him. When he’d thought of doing this back in the taxi and when they’d first arrived, he’d imagined hot, sweaty, angry sex, not this. He wasn’t delusional. They both had a lot of things to go through, especially Jenna. But right now, she looked happy.

And now that he wasn’t as close to coming as before, he could give all his attention to her other nipple.

He was, after all, a hell of a nice guy.





7

THIS WASN’T WHAT she’d imagined when she’d set out from the second bedroom. All she’d wanted was warmth. It hadn’t occurred to her that the warmth needed to come from the inside.

Rick bent his head to kiss her between her breasts, but she didn’t want him so far away. Not yet.

Moving gently, she ran her hand over his head, and that got his attention. “Can you come up here for a minute?”

“Of course.” He didn’t ask her why, he just shimmied up until they were eye-to-eye, lip-to-lip.

“Just so you know, I loved what you were doing, but I wanted you...closer.” For some reason, she’d whispered. Probably for the same reason she’d asked him to come up.

“Believe me,” he whispered back, “if I could be in two places at once—”

She grinned. “We’d both be exhausted.”

“True. But it’d be worth it.”

“Seeing as how you’re here now, I was hoping for a kiss. Or two.”

He didn’t hesitate, but he also didn’t rush. First, his hand went to her hair, fingertips gliding through, brushing her scalp with perfect tingle-inducing pressure. “You’re very beautiful,” he said, his voice soft and his breath against her lips still sweet with chocolate and peppermint.

With his other hand, he brushed her cheek with one finger, and then did the same to her bottom lip. When he got to the middle, Jenna touched the tip with her tongue.

The way he inhaled and blinked, it was as if she’d given him something wonderful.

Then he kissed her. Softly. A brush of lips, a sigh. She felt his smile and she matched it with her own. The second kiss was a little harder, but instead of a third, he wrapped her in his arms, rearranging them both in the nicest way.

She felt his erection against her thigh, while her head rested on his shoulder. Well, no, she was lower than that because she could hear his heartbeat. It was so close to perfect, she couldn’t help but close her eyes and feel safe. Warm and safe.

After a bit, his hand skimmed over her back. No rhythm or rhyme to it, just stroking her shoulder blades, skimming the back of her neck, moving down her spine all the way to her waist. It felt like heaven—he knew to apply just the right amount of pressure so she didn’t have to worry about feeling ticklish.

He did that for a few minutes, both hands wandering, lazy and comforting, until he touched the band of her panties.

Using his fingertips once again, he snuck underneath about an inch. But that inch changed the game. The air she breathed suddenly felt electrified. The fingers on her scalp made her moan. His cock against her thigh pulsed and her priorities shifted from one breath to the next.

She smiled on his chest, directly above his heart.

His soft chuckle was just loud enough to hear, and strong enough to jiggle her lips.

Body language. Only, not the regular kind.

She’d been remiss, not using her hands at all. One arm was trapped, but she held the other close, fisted under her chin.

Okay, that was the regular kind of body language. No wonder he was only using his fingertips.

Releasing the fist made her sigh, made him inhale and hold his breath. She ran her palm across the top of his chest, then stroked down, mapping his coordinates, getting a feel for the terrain.

The more she explored his trim body, the lower his fingers moved inside her panties.

God, she wanted him. He’d been so patient, making sure each step he took was preapproved. Safe.

Now, though, she was ready and aching for Danger Bond.

As she skimmed her fingers over his chest, his nipple raised for her, which was very sexy. Her scalp massage stopped as she took hold of the little nub between her thumb and index finger. There was only one thing to do, and it meant leaning on her trapped arm, which had gone to sleep ages ago. Worth it, though, because when she licked that tiny male nipple, he groaned so loud and so low, she’d have thought he was dying.

Except, of course, for the way he squeezed her left butt cheek. His hands were large, and the squeeze made her gasp, but it didn’t hurt.

Hardening her tongue, she flicked him. Just the way she liked it when she was on the receiving end.

Suddenly, he had her panties down as far as he could move them. It pained her to leave his chest, but there were places to go, things to tease him with.

Her hand moved down, followed by her tongue, to his tummy. His hips bucked when she brushed the underside of his cock with the back of her hand.

Without warning, he took her by the shoulders and pulled her up so he could see her, but it wasn’t comfort he was seeking. Permission was granted by a nod and a gasp when he kissed her. Hard.