One Breathless Night(14)

They were both moaning, moving. Her, trying to get off her damn panties, and him, reaching over until he was forced to break the kiss so he could get a condom.

It didn’t take long to rearrange themselves. Being highly motivated, it was done before she knew it. He was on top, and that was exactly what she wanted. No frills, nothing to distract her from their connection. Not this time.

Good God, she was panting as though she’d run a mile and he wasn’t even touching her yet.

They locked gazes as he pulled on the condom. Then his legs pressed her thighs wide. He bent forward and kissed her again; it was wet, sloppy, fierce and perfect. Balanced on one elbow, his hand went down between the two of them. “You ready?” he asked, his voice wrecked.

She raised her head and kissed him. In, out, then his teeth gently pulled her bottom lip while his hand slipped down to her landing strip, which he followed like a pro.

He pulled out of the kiss when his fingers dipped inside her. “God, you’re—”

“Ready. Very ready.”

His eyes widened, dark and hungry. “You want this?” He used the head of his cock to tease her, sliding it up and down her spread lips, but not pushing in, which she wanted very badly.

“Yes,” she said, and it might have been louder than she’d intended.

“Me, too,” he said, and entered her in one smooth glide.

“Oh, God.” Her breath caught. “Do that again,” she said, her own voice nearly unrecognizable. “More would be great.”

He held himself up on his elbows. The muscles of his arms in bas-relief. She wanted to taste him, to feel him in every way she could.

Her leg went over his hip, her pelvis tilted up so he could go deeper. His hiss of pleasure made her moan.

“Touch yourself,” he said, the words rushing out with a deep breath. His gaze was pure dark need now, and she knew he must be feeling the same thing. The briefest thought that she should have done it already swept through her, only to be replaced by sounds too urgent to be words.

Snaking her hand between them was a thrill all its own. Touching both of them, feeling his taut flesh with the back of her hand, their gazes still locked. “Close,” she said. Finding her clitoris swollen and wet, she knew it would be seconds before she came, not minutes.

Rick moaned, his head dropping down to his chest for a long moment before he lifted it, his hips shifting into fifth gear.

She loved it, met his thrusts with her own. Wanting everything he could give her. The muscles tightened in her legs, her thighs, her arms.

He winced, shook his head. “Shit, I’m too far gone.”

“Go,” she said. “I’m right behind you.”

He nodded once before his rhythm went to hell, and he was just pounding into her, and she was almost...almost.

She closed her eyes as it hit like a supernova, everything exploding at once. She’d had great sex before, but this was a whole new thing. Dangerous and new. She felt fearless, as if she could do anything, everything.

When the quaking settled into aftershocks, her throat felt raw from unremembered screams. No breath was quite enough. Dark spots still filled her vision and when she could finally see again...

It was fireworks.

Literally.

Fireworks above her. The sound was dim but unmistakable, and the sight made it even harder to breathe.

She pushed his chest, shocked he could still hold himself up. “Look up,” she said, not having any idea if he heard her.

When he said, “Well, fuck,” she laughed. He joined in as he fell like a log beside her.

“What the—”

She nodded. “I know. It’s everywhere. Every wall. The whole ceiling.”

“Magic,” he said. He found her hand somehow and threaded his fingers between hers.

She met his gaze when they both turned to face each other at the same time. “Magic.”

* * *

RICK SMELLED COFFEE. Part of him didn’t want to move even his tiniest muscles, but damn if coffee didn’t sound like the best thing ever. When he opened his eyes he realized coffee was nothing compared to the sight of Jenna snuggled up next to him. He didn’t touch her, or move, yet she opened her eyes, too. They smiled at each other. “Morning,” he said.

“Is it?”

He kissed the tip of her nose. “I’m not sure. The blackout blinds came down sometime after we fell asleep.”

Instead of sunlight, the soft light coming from the walls and ceiling had gently woken them both. It beat the hell out of an alarm clock. Whatever time it was in the real world, it felt like morning. But he’d have to check.

Sam had warned him. The computer that ran the house was several steps above anything he’d be used to. It intuited programs based on sensory input. It could tell loud from soft, and now that he thought about it, could explain the fireworks. It also “listened” for changes in breathing and heart rates, which explained the perfect timing of the coffee.

Jenna sniffed.

“Yep,” he said. “The apartment has made us coffee.”

“Please tell me ‘the apartment’ isn’t code for a lot of people watching us through invisible windows.”

“No people involved. Just a computer genius. Anyway, fresh coffee is nice and all, but I had hoped it could also make us bacon and eggs.”

“What? No dice?”

“Nope.” He put an arm around her and pulled her closer. “This is better, though.”

“I agree,” she said, and smiled against his mouth right before he kissed her.

He took his time, trying to curb his excitement when her already hard nipples grazed his chest. She was so soft, so warm, so...

Jenna broke the kiss. “We really don’t have any idea if it’s morning, do we?”

“I can check my phone.”

“I guess it doesn’t matter.” She started to settle and then lifted her head again. “Old habit, but I’m really curious.”

He pulled away to reach for his cell phone sitting on the nightstand, and then remembered. “Time?” he said aloud.

The numbers flashed on the ceiling.

Jenna giggled. “Oh, my God. It’s that late?”

“You anxious to leave?” He half expected to see a trace of regret in her eyes, but she looked fine. Just shook her head. So he kissed her again before he sat up. “There’s a robe in the closet,” he said. “Although the other bedroom should have one, too.”

She blinked at him, her mouth agape in surprise.

“What?”

“There are robes in the closets?”

“You didn’t see it in the closet?”

“I had no reason to open the closet, so no. Besides, you little sneak, you gave me a T-shirt so I thought that was it.”

Rick laughed. “I wasn’t trying to be sneaky, I swear. Had I thought of it, though...”

Jenna’s eyes narrowed and then she grinned. “Go, on. Get cleaned up. I’m going to steal your robe for now and taste that coffee for myself.”

One more quick kiss and then he darted to the bathroom. There was a long mirror above the double-sink vanity. He touched it as he reached for his toothbrush and the news popped up, along with a local weather feed. In the two minutes it took to brush, he had confirmation that Jenna wasn’t going anywhere today.

And he couldn’t say that he was sorry. Antwan had been right about the big freeze, of course.

Jenna would have to stay at least until tomorrow morning, early.

He thought about it as he went back to the bedroom. Jenna wasn’t there and he wanted her to be. But in the closet was another robe that she must’ve brought from the other room. He shrugged into it while staring at Faith’s luggage. Odd how he hadn’t given her a single thought this morning.

The scent of coffee pulled him into the kitchen, or maybe it was Jenna, her hair still sex-tossed, her trim body looking small in the thick white bathrobe. She’d already poured herself a cup and left a mug out for him.

As much as he wanted his morning jolt of caffeine, he wanted her more. He joined her and slipped his hand under her hair so his palm rested on the back of her neck, pulling her into a kiss. She tasted like coffee with a hint of mint. She also tasted like Jenna. God, how he wanted to take her straight back to that bed and not get up for a couple of weeks.

He heard her cup touch the slate countertop and then her hands went to his back. The temptation to sneak a feel underneath the bulky robe was strong.

“It’s not freezing anymore,” she said, just before she kissed his stubbly chin. He’d have to shave soon if he wanted to implement his plan of making out all day.

“What’s not freezing?” He looked over her shoulder, to the weather report on the wall.

“The second bedroom. It’s perfectly warm.”

“Fixed itself, I imagine,” he said, his gaze back on Jenna. “It had nothing to do with me.” Though he suspected her sudden chill had had more to do with the emotional impact of what she’d been through, he said nothing. “I’ve pressed very few buttons in this apartment.”

“You really didn’t have anything to do with the fireworks?”

“Nope.” A brief internal struggle ensued, where he debated kissing her again or getting his coffee and shaving. He went for the long-term goal and let her go. “I swear it wasn’t me.”

He plucked a packet of sugar from the coffee station. He could have had anything from stevia to honey to agave nectar. It was all there next to an impressive tea caddy, which was next to an espresso machine that looked more complicated than a jet’s dashboard.