I felt the bed dip as he used his free hand to get up on his knees, and when I opened my eyes, he was right in front of me. “Before we take this further, Katy, where’s Elodie?”
“She’s at Neo’s. He wanted time with his niece.”
Nodding, he leaned in until our lips were almost touching. “So I can make you scream?”
He could if he wanted to, which is what I told him.
The next second, I felt a tug on the backs of my thighs, and I was falling onto my back on the mattress – screaming. “That wasn’t what I thought you meant.”
Reaching over a shoulder to grab the back of his t-shirt, he pulled it over his head and threw it to the side. “It wasn’t, but it was the fastest way to get you into the position I’ve wanted you in for a while.”
Now that was a great response, and also true.
Before he’d arrived, I’d placed electric candles around the room, and the flickering light that they gave off was making the bumps of his muscles more pronounced. With my eyes on them and the V at that was just visible above the waistband of his jeans, I didn’t see the expression on his face as he looked me over. Maybe if I had, I’d have seen how much this meant to him. Then again, if I’d seen the depth of that, I’d have gone out and bankrupted myself buying lingerie from every proprietor I could find, so it was probably just as well.
As an FYI, none of that was what was going through my mind at that moment. Instead, I was wondering what that V and those muscles would taste like if I licked them. There was a shower at the garage that the guys used before they left for the day, just out of a personal need to be clean before they got in their cars. Ren and Cole I could understand seeing as how they had kids who would climb all over them the second they got through the door, but Jarrod doing it had always confused me. In fact, I could probably count on one hand the amount of times he hadn’t done it. At this moment, though, I was supremely grateful that he showered there, because I was certain that I was going to find out how the areas tasted – sans engine oil.
“I would pay good money to know what’s going through your head right now,” he said gruffly, getting my attention away from his abdomen and onto his face.
“I want to lick the V you’ve got going on, and I was wondering how your six-pack would taste.”
He blinked twice at this honest information. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
My eyes flicked down to his hard length that his jeans were doing a shit job at concealing. “Pretty much.”
He let out a hoarse laugh, getting my attention back on his face. “That’s only part of it, Katy. There’s much more to it than that,” he explained, slowly lowering down onto a hand fisted in the bed beside my shoulder, and closing the distance between our faces. “Every day you do something that takes me by surprise in a good way. Every day you look at me with this soft look on your face and it makes me feel ten feet tall. Every time I kiss you, I want to take you down on the nearest surface and fuck you until neither of us can move again. There’s so much to you that just reels me in, and I’ve spent a lot of hours pissed that I haven’t had you in my life like this from the day you were born.” When I went to question that, he shook his head. “No, I’m serious. I feel like – even though we’re both young still – I’ve wasted time, time that I want to have spent with you, and I don’t understand it.”
Well shit.
“And now I’ve got you dressed in the hottest nightie, having worn the sexiest panties I’ve ever seen in my life, and I don’t want to waste any more time.”
With that, he lowered down and kissed me, his mouth opening almost immediately so his tongue could caress mine. I got so drawn into the kiss, that I only barely registered him shifting to his side and his hand trailing down my thigh. Then his finger was delving through my folds. This time, he circled around my entrance before he plunged the digit inside me. It felt so full with just one finger that my head tipped back and I let out a strange mewling noise that I’d never made before in my life.
“Fuck,” he groaned, “you feel like silk.”
That sounded like a positive thing, so I didn’t say anything – not that I could. The sensations hitting me were almost overwhelming.