Under My Umbrella (Fated 1)

“Why?” He hadn’t meant to hurt her, it was the very last thing he wanted to do. He needed to be careful. There was someone else to think of now. Someone he wanted to include in his life and he couldn’t allow his narrow focus to take over again.

“Because you ignored me. You forgot about me.”

“Trust me I couldn’t forget you even if I tried.” He stopped at the side of his bed and placed her on the mattress, quickly shucking his sweats before he joined her.

“Really?” Her expression went soft, her eyes shiny as she stared at him in wonder.

“Really what?” All he could think about was her, making her come, losing himself in her arms, her body.

“You couldn’t forget me if you tried? Really?”

Brett paused, lifted himself up on his forearms so he could stare into her face. “Yeah, I can’t forget you. I don’t want to. What’s going on between us, it’s…”

“It’s what?” Her hopeful voice made him smile—made him go out on a limb.

“It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.” He swallowed hard, more than a little shocked he just said that.

“Me, too,” she confessed with a shy smile.

“If I wasn’t so cautious I might think I’d fallen in love with you.” If she slipped out of bed and called him a crazy man, he was going to be pissed at himself for admitting this.

Her breath caught sharply, and her eyes widened. She reached for him, her hand curved about his cheek, her fingers faintly stroking. “I think I’ve fallen in love with you too.”

His lips crashed down upon hers, and she immediately opened to him, her tongue tangling with his. The kiss was wild, out of control and he reached for the button on her pants, wanting her as naked as he was.

It felt like forever, but it took only moments to complete undressing her. Then she was gloriously naked, her legs entwined with his, his cock nudging against her wet entry. He couldn’t wait, he meant to take his time and make it good for her, make it good for the both of him but he was too eager. It had been too long and the big tease and eventual bust of a couple of nights ago had left him on the edge sexually ever since.

Unable to bear it any longer he grabbed a condom, slipped it on his aching cock with shaking fingers. This meant something, this moment with Jenna. He wasn’t just fooling around with her anymore. He just confessed he was in love with her.

He was in love with her.

Brett’s fingers shook even more as he reached for her, the words not coming to him. He stared at her, poised to push inside her and she touched him, her hands on him, healing him as she whispered, “I know.”

With a groan, he entered her, the heated clasp of her pussy making him want to come in an instant. He gritted his teeth and breathed deep, searching for control, barely finding it especially when she wrapped her legs about his waist. The movement caused him to sink even deeper, both of them groaning at the sensation. He pressed his forehead against hers, their gazes locked.

“You feel so good,” he whispered. She did. So hot, so tight, his cock pulsed with the need to erupt and he took a deep breath, striving for control.

It was tattered, in shreds and he’d only just entered her. This woman would test his resilience in bed. He hoped like hell she wouldn’t mind the occasional quickie since that was definitely in store for this moment.

Nearly withdrawing from her he plunged back inside, shoving himself deep. She clung to him, her legs wrapped tight about his waist, her ankles digging into the top of his buttocks. He took her fast, needed her so badly he couldn’t slow down even if he wanted to. There was time for that later. He wanted to savor her, spend hours searching her body, learning her every taste and texture, what she liked, what made her moan.

Jenna followed his speedy lead, her movements just as frantic, just as shaky, her hands smoothing up and down his back. She arched beneath him, her full breasts jiggling with his every thrust. Her pink nipples hard and beckoning him. He dipped his head, drew one firm nipple into his mouth, and she let out a pleading whimper.

When he felt the first tremors of her climax, he couldn’t help but follow after her. His orgasm shook him so hard it stole his breath as his body drained of semen. The intensity of it all caused him to collapse on top of her in an exhausted heap when it was over.

“I love you,” Brett whispered in her ear when he found his voice once again.

“I know.” She turned her face, pressed a sweet kiss to his lips.

“You’re supposed to say I love you too,” he admonished, kissing her again, his tongue doing a lazy sweep within the warm recesses of her mouth.

“I love you too,” she whispered when he broke away from her. “It’s crazy, but I’m totally in love with you.”

“Why is it crazy?” It didn’t feel crazy to him. It just felt right.

“Because we met only a few weeks ago after I offered you my umbrella. That’s kind of…crazy. And fast.” Jenna’s expression turned solemn. “Maybe we’re moving too fast.”

“When it feels as good as this there’s no such thing as moving too fast, babe.” He kissed her again. He felt her lips curve into a smile.