Chapter 17 #3
She shocked the living shit out of him when she gave him a hard shove that landed him on his back on the bed. She further shocked him when she removed her T-shirt to reveal bare breasts and a tight belly. Wearing only the boy shorts that had fascinated him earlier, she came down on top of him.
“That was hot. Seriously hot.”
“Don’t they teach you boys up here in the North not to mess with GRITS?”
“Um, GRITS?”
“Girls Raised in the South.”
Alex cracked up laughing, but his laughter became a moan when she straddled his lap, letting the heat between her legs settle above his erection. “I’m very sorry I messed with you, and I apologize for tricking you into admitting you’re digging me.”
She poked him in the belly. “I don’t think you’re one bit sorry for either of those things.”
“I am! I swear I am!” He held out his arms to her. “Come down here, and I’ll show you how very sorry I am.”
With her hands flat on his chest, she bent at the waist until she hovered just above his lips. “I’m here.”
“So I see.” He framed her face with his hands and kissed her softly yet persuasively.
A split of thunder, crashing directly over the lighthouse, made Jenny gasp. The rain beat down upon the metal roof, and lightning continued to zip across the sky that was visible through the windows she’d left uncovered.
“I hate thunderstorms.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll keep you safe, and I’ll take your mind off it.”
“And how exactly will you do that?”
He reached up to cup her breasts. “Leave that to me.”
She gently but insistently removed his hands. “Not yet. Hands to yourself until I say otherwise.”
His raised brow was the only indication that he wondered what she was up to.
Starting at the hem, she lifted his shirt up and over his head, dazzled as always by the rippling muscles on his chest and belly. She wanted to kiss every one of them and scooted down so she was straddling his legs.
Using her tongue, she traced the outline of his eight-pack, taking her time to make sure she didn’t miss anything.
An occasional sharp inhale and the quiver of skin let her know her efforts were having the desired effect on him.
As she worked her way down, his breathing became harsher, especially when she traced the sharp outline of the V-cut over his hips.
“Jenny, that’s enough.”
“Nowhere near enough.”
Air hissed from between his clenched teeth as she tugged on the button to his shorts and unzipped him.
She worked his shorts and boxer briefs down his legs, her gaze fixed on the sight of his impressive erection.
She arranged his legs so they were bent at the knees and pushed them open with the gentle press of her hands against his inner thighs.
“Jenny… Jesus. You’re killing me here. Let me touch you.”
“Not yet.”
She tipped her head and let her hair fall over him before she added her tongue to the mix, traveling the length of him and circling the tip, marveling as he got longer and harder.
Then she took him into her mouth, stroking the base with her hand tight around him.
With her free hand, she cupped his balls in a gentle caress.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his hands grasping her hair. “Don’t stop.”
She loved that she could give him such pleasure, that she could take his mind off the litany of troubles he faced every day, even if only for a short time.
“Jenny…”
Aware that he was warning her of his impending release, she took him deeper and stroked him harder. And when he came with a shout, she was ready.
“Holy shit,” he gasped when he sagged into the mattress.
Jenny licked him clean as he twitched with aftershocks from the powerful release. She kissed her way from his belly to his chest to his lips.
His arms came around her, tight and fierce. “Is it my turn yet?”
“If you insist.”
“I do. Give me a minute to recover, and then it’s all about you.”
“Mmm,” she said, smiling at the sensual promise in his tone.
“Jenny?”
“Yes?”
“I haven’t felt this good in a really long time, and it’s not just because of the sex, which is amazing. It’s everything. It’s you.”
She raised her head to look at him. “Me, too. I’d started to wonder if…” Catching herself before she could make an overly revealing statement, Jenny shook her head.
With his hands on her face, he compelled her to meet his gaze. “What were you wondering?”
“I can’t say it.”
“Yes, you can. I want to hear it.”
Jenny licked her lips and watched his eyes zero in on the movement of her tongue. “I wondered if I’d ever feel this way again.”
“And how do you feel exactly?”
“Hopeful.” She said the first word that came to mind, but it summed things up rather well.
“I do, too. Except… The situation with my mom and everything… The timing is a bit tough for me. Nothing about the life I’m living now was part of my grand plan.”
“What was your grand plan? Before your mom got sick.”
He sighed and combed the fingers of his right hand through his hair. “I had an incredible job working at the U.S. Botanic Garden. My degree is in horticulture, and I’ve had some success with breeding rare orchids. It was satisfying work that I enjoyed.”
“Is there any reason why you couldn’t do that here? I mean, maybe it wouldn’t be the same exact thing you were doing before, but do you have to be in Washington to do whatever you did with the orchids?”
“I was working under a grant, so that was a big part of it, but the grant was mine, not the Garden’s.”
“Maybe you could reapply and relocate your program? Just thinking out loud.”
“Maybe,” he said, seeming intrigued by the idea.