“It’s a kimono, but that doesn’t matter, I guess. Okay, well...” She didn’t move for a minute. Just tilted her head to the side again, but this time she put her hands on her hips. “This is weird.”
“What, me wanting to see you in what I imagine is sexy lingerie? Or me already being naked?”
“Both. Because I know you’ve got nothing on under those covers. And that you’re already, um—” she pointed toward the general vicinity of his penis “—participating.”
He looked down and, yes, the tenting was really obvious.
“And, I forgot, this is your new bedroom. Congratulations!”
He laughed. “Thanks.”
“What?”
He let out a deep breath. “You know we don’t have to do this. It’s just for fun. So...”
She dropped her kimono.
He lost his ability to speak.
She wore a bra that had some kind of gold hardware between her uplifted breasts. He’d give anything to be the one who took it off her. Anything.
Then there were her panties. That same lace decorated the peach material above her silk-covered V. There were straps on the sides, too, so maybe it wasn’t a thong?
Had to be a thong.
Please, God, he thought. Let it be a thong.
Add the high heels?
He’d never once come without some kind of stimulation, but he might just blow if she turned around.
Forcing himself to move his gaze up, past her bra, he saw that she’d just let her hair down, and it fell perfectly over her shoulders. The blush on her cheeks matched her bra. The way she was nibbling on her bottom lip was the last straw.
His tent was now so hard that the head was touching his lower stomach. If he didn’t give it a hand soon, he couldn’t guarantee his sanity. “You’re gorgeous,” he said, knowing his whisper would get to her. “I haven’t seen anything this beautiful since you were naked in my bed.”
“Oh,” she said, but it was more of a relieved sigh than a word. “I miss that bedroom.”
“Me, too. It’s hell having to paint the walls every time my mood changes.”
* * *
JENNA LAUGHED, LETTING go of all the nerves that she’d been holding so tightly. There wasn’t any reason to be nervous, not with Rick. He’d seen her sad and miserable, sobbing until her face was red and puffy. But he’d also seen her happy and laughing so hard she couldn’t stop. Mostly because he’d been the one to make her laugh when she’d thought her life was over.
“I was hoping—” Rick’s cell phone rang and scowling at it across the room didn’t make it stop. “I forgot to turn it off,” he said. “No way I’m taking a call. Even if the warning sirens come on.”
When he threw his covers off to get up, she moved closer to her laptop screen for a quick peek at his very sizable erection before hurrying back to the bed. Maybe she should move the laptop? Bring it closer to the middle of the... No. She needed all the distance she could get.
“Wait!”
She spun around to face him, unsure whether he was telling her to wait or talking to the person on the phone. Then it rang again, so...
But then she caught on to what Rick was doing and threw her head back with a laugh that would have made her boobs jiggle if they weren’t so tightly packed.
He had a pillow held over his penis as he made his way to stop the calls.
“What are you doing?” she said when she could speak again. “I’ve seen you naked, you absolute nutcase. What, did you get a Prince Albert since Boston? A lurid tattoo? Oh, maybe you shaved.” She stopped. “Did you shave?”
He wasn’t even in sight anymore, and for all she knew he was in some other room. The ringing had come to an end, so where was he?
“Rick, you know I’m teasing, right?”
He stepped into the frame of her poor little laptop. If a man ever deserved to be on an IMAX screen, it was Rick. He didn’t say anything about the teasing, just headed back to his bed, the pillow gripped in his left hand.
“Hey, slow down,” she said. “Where’s the fire?”
“What? You want me to give you a show?”
“Uh, well, yeah.” She crossed her arms and waited. “Extra points if you come at me like you’re going to do something unspeakably naughty.”
At first, all she noticed was his smile. She’d been joking, but the game evidently had changed because she went all over goose bumps and anticipation.
His cock, which hadn’t remained in the upright position, was once again rising to the occasion. When he got to the head of his bed, he turned toward his camera and took himself in his hand. She’d never thought much about penis esthetics, but his was perfect. Not too big to hurt, thick where it should be, and oh, God, he was stroking himself very slowly.
By the time she remembered to look up, they were both breathing hard. He didn’t get under the covers again, or, for that matter, in the bed. He just stared through any coquettish teasing right down to the desire that had plagued her since they’d parted.
“Your turn,” he said. “But you have to repeat the whole thing. Quid pro quo.”
“Uh...no.”
“Uh...yes.” Rick smiled. “Come on, gorgeous. It’s a thong, isn’t it? What you’re wearing. I doubt any woman wears a thong for any other reason than to be seen wearing a thong.”
“For heaven’s sake. Observable panty lines?” she said. “No front wedgies? Comfort? Feeling sexier? Should I go on?”
“No. Not unless you’re walking toward your screen very slowly. I stopped caring about why you were wearing them a while ago.”
She sighed. “Fine. Wait. How big is your laptop?”
“Seventeen inches.”
The way he looked at her, as if he’d never lied in his life, told her he was hiding something. “Are you watching me on that laptop?”
He hesitated. So that was a no.
“Oh, my God, you’re looking at me on your television. Which I know is huge.”
“Yes, I am. I was going to teach you how to hook up your laptop to your TV, but I ran out of time with the moving and stuff.”
“Hmm. Most people would have their big TV in the living room. But you aren’t most people. You would want to see the weather report bigger than big and as clearly as possible. Which means you want to see my naked behind on your, what, sixty-inch, 3-D, supersonic Smart TV from the future?”
He laughed. “It’s not that big. Or clear. But you’re very astute. That really is why I have big, very high-def TVs in three rooms.”
“To see my behind?”
“Now it is. It used to be about weather, and the channel that runs from the lab, and I do not want to talk about my job.”
“Oh, come on. Not even you can expect me to willfully show my butt on a huge screen.”
“Well, how big is yours?”
“Seventeen inches.”
“Well, you need a bigger screen. Jeez. That’s like seeing my...me as if I’d just gotten out of a cold shower.”
She laughed, really laughed. And then he was laughing, too. When she sat on the bed, honestly not giving a damn about how it made her tummy look, the laughs softened and so did the mood. “I miss you,” she said.
He nodded. “It isn’t so bad when it’s just your voice,” he said. “But seeing you? All I can think about is how much I want to touch you. Every inch. I don’t need a show. I need you. In person. In my arms.”
She sighed, understanding completely. They’d agreed on a weekend to meet but two weeks seemed so far away. “Chicago is just around the corner.”
“Definitely not soon enough. But, and I don’t mean to be rude, you’re still wearing a lot of things. Any chance you’d show me how you take off that very pretty bra of yours?
Blushing wildly, she almost said no. But it was Rick, and he was holding little Rick, so she could damn well share something of hers. She thought about being flirty about it, but quickly realized it could be flirty or sexy, not both. She unclasped the front hook and flashed him like a stripper. Just wham, bam, here they are, boys.
He liked it. Words weren’t needed. The flush on his chest, the pearls of pre-come on his penis. His whole body stiffened into the very picture of want. It was...thrilling. She knew right then she had to go all in.
All in.
She turned around, put her thumbs under the straps on the sides of her panties and pulled them down to the floor, not bending her knees at all.
His groan was pretty damn spectacular. She rose slowly, thanking her years of yoga for the flexibility, and then turned her head toward him. “How’s that, sweetie?”
“If you don’t get started pretty quickly, this is going to be embarrassing.”
“No, it’s fine. It’s good.” She turned her whole body this time, mesmerized by how he was pumping his penis with his right hand and doing a little ball massage with the left.
She found it amazingly sexy. “Come for me?” she asked.
“No. You first,” he said, but the words were strangled. He must have been very close.
“Uh-uh. Nope. I want to see it. You.” She touched her breasts and then pulled at her nipples.
“Shit,” he said, but in a good way, because he came.
It made her blush, but it was also very hot, and looking at his face like this...it was more intimate than she ever could have imagined.