Sandy - Vested Interest

I nodded against his chest, unable to speak. I wanted more than to sleep beside him, but I didn’t know how to form the words.

He kissed the top of my head. “Go get ready, and I’ll join you.”

I changed into the pretty nightgown I had bought. Washed my face and brushed my teeth. I released my hair from its chignon and let it fall past my shoulders. I studied my image in the mirror. I was pale, my eyes bright in my face.

I stepped into the bedroom. Jordan swung around, whatever he was about to say dying on his lips. He stared at me, his eyes dark, his body tense. He was in a robe, his chest and legs bare. I felt myself flush, the heat building under my skin as I wondered if he was totally naked underneath.

“I turned down the bed,” he murmured.

I stepped forward, confused when he stepped back. He shook his head. “I don’t know if this is such a good idea.”

“Why?”

“Because you look so sexy and inviting in that pretty little nightgown. So sexy, in fact, I want to see it in a ball on the floor. I want to touch you, Sandy. Everywhere. Kiss you.” I watched, fascinated, as his hands curled into fists at his sides as if he was holding them in place. “I don’t think I can sleep beside you when what I really want to do is make love to you. I want to make you mine.”

His words were clipped, his voice low and gruff. His robe hung in long folds of terry cloth, but I saw the evidence of his desire. Heard the want and need in his voice. Felt the proof of his struggle in his tense stance.

I knew he was right. I didn’t want to sleep beside him either—at least not yet. Without thought, I lifted my arms and tugged the nightgown I was wearing over my head. I tossed it, watching as it landed in a shimmering pool of blue at his feet.

“Then come and take what you want, Jordan.”JordanI was transfixed by the beauty in front of me. Sandy clothed was elegant, refined, and unknowingly sexy. It was in the tilt of her head, the sway of her hips as she walked, the undone buttons at her throat that hinted at the hidden skin.

Naked, she was a vision of wanton sex. Proud, her shoulders back, her full breasts round with dark pink aureole and hard-tipped nipples, she stood in front of me like a gift from heaven. My erection that had been growing steadily kicked up, a pulsating need overtaking me I hadn’t felt for a long time.

Sandy watched me with hooded eyes. I knew how much nerve it had taken for her to make the first move. She awed me with her act of courage. Neither of us was seventeen with the blush of youth and the unblemished bodies of a teenager anymore. We both carried our life on our skin, within our hearts, and in the memories of the past.

Sandy’s body was lovely. Her skin glowed, taut and soft. There was a softness to her hips, a slight roundness to her stomach. Her breasts were high and sexy, the indent at her waist clear and defined.

And her legs. Her long, lovely legs I suddenly needed wrapped around me as we moved together. She had them crossed demurely in front of her, hiding her most personal of secrets, making me wait to discover all of her.

But I planned on that wait being a short one.

Our gazes held as I walked toward her. I ran my finger along her collarbone, back and forth, smiling as color flushed her skin and her breathing picked up. I trailed my hand down her arm, softly teasing the juncture of her elbow, ghosting it down her forearm, tracing it in circles on her palm, then back up. I heard her soft whimper as I circled her. Saw the shiver run through her body. I opened my robe and pressed myself against her as I drew her into the warmth of the material and my torso. She let her head fall against my chest and I pushed her heavy hair away, nuzzling her neck.

“You are beyond beautiful, my darling. I want you so badly, Sandy.”

She turned in my arms, making me groan. Our bodies meshed together, her suppleness melding against mine. Her breasts rubbed the coarse hairs on my chest, her hard nipples teasing my skin. She lifted her arms, wrapping them around my neck.

“My turn,” she whispered, pushing my robe from my shoulders. I helped her, shrugging off the white robe and letting it hit the floor. She drew a single finger over my chest, down my arm, mimicking my earlier actions. When she cupped my erection through my boxers, I dropped my head back with a long moan.