Under My Umbrella (Fated 1)

A stranger he felt very, very close to.

Slowly, carefully, he withdrew from her, earning a groan from Jenna as she settled herself against the mattress. He watched her, the myriad of emotions that crossed her expressive face, the way her mouth pursed when he thrust extra deep. Her breathing increased, the flush on her chest darkened, and she moved with him, a gentle push and pull that brought him that much closer to orgasm.

Damn, he hoped she was close. No way could he last much longer.

“You feel good,” she murmured, her body stretching beneath his, her legs clamped tighter about his waist.

“So do you.” He began to move in earnest, wanting to make it good for her, wishing he could make it last, but he knew that wasn’t going to happen. Reaching between them, he touched her clit, flicked at the swollen bundle of nerves, and her entire body tensed.

“Do that again,” she urged, and he did, timing his flicks with his thrusts, feeling the familiar gathering at the base of his spine. He was gonna blow, there was no stopping it, and he stiffened above her, held onto it for that tiny millisecond before he tumbled over the edge and straight into orgasm.

She followed right after him, he could tell by the little whimpers that sounded in her throat, the way her body shook and throbbed beneath him. Again and again, he came. The shudders wracked his body until he slumped against her, weak, satiated.

Smiling so big it was a wonder it didn’t crack his face.

“Wow,” she whispered once her breathing had calmed, her lips so close to his ear he felt the brush of them against his lobe.

He shivered at the intimate touch and looked down at her. Jenna’s smile matched his, and he wondered what he’d just stumbled upon here. With this woman and what they just shared.

It had been unlike any other sexual experience he’d ever been involved in. Ever.

That was saying a lot. He was thirty. He’d been around a time or two. Nothing too outrageous but he’d had his share of experiences. Some of them bad, most of them pretty good and a few that were absolutely phenomenal.

But this, this moment that they just shared, it outshone everything before it. As if he couldn’t even remember what he’d done before he met Jenna.

Corny as hell, sappy like one of those chick flicks he hated to watch but damn it, it was the truth.

“Did you like that?” he asked, brushing a few stray, damp tendrils of brown hair away from her forehead.

“Mmm, hmm.” She stretched beneath him again, her legs sliding away from his hips. She reminded him of a satisfied cat.

“Well, give me a few minutes and then we can do it again,” he suggested as he moved away from her and climbed off the bed. He disposed of the condom in the bathroom and strolled back into her bedroom, the smile still curving his lips.

She watched him, naked and inviting, her lips swollen from his kisses, her hair a tumbled mess about her head. She pushed her knees up, feet planted on the mattress and giving him a perfect view of the pink, glistening depths of her pussy.

His mouth watered at the sight. He was dying to taste her. Even his cock gave a half-hearted attempt at interest, and it hadn’t even been five minutes since he came.

“Again, huh?” She moved her knees from side to side, twirled a strand of wavy hair about her finger. A temptress driving him mad with lust, no doubt.

She was doing a great job.

“Oh, definitely again.” He joined her on the bed and lay down by her side, his hand resting on the gentle slope of her stomach. Her skin was soft, warm, and he caressed her, heard her sharp inhalation of breath. “Again and again and again…”

She pushed her face into his and kissed him. “I like the way you think,” she murmured against his lips.

Brett just flat out liked the way she felt.

He didn’t want this night to end.

Under My Umbrella: Fated, Book 1

Chapter Four

“Why do I get the sense you’re keeping something from me?”

Jenna smiled at her friend Morgan and took a sip of her latte. “I’m not hiding anything. I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Liar,” Morgan muttered, shaking her head. “You look like the cat that just ate the canary.”