Chapter Thirty-One
Jeff had been imagining this moment the entire week, he realized as they made their way into the master bedroom and then into the extra wide tiled shower still wearing their suits.
Wren quickly stripped hers off after she rinsed, discarding it on the built-in tile shelf.
Once Jeff slipped off his trunks and did the same, Jeff focused on soaping up and washing his hair, as did Wren.
Although she seemed fascinated by his obvious nervousness since Jeff had decided that now wasn’t the time for touching. Despite Wren’s impatience, he’d rather dry off and take everything more slowly.
She seemed to realize that too when she finally rinsed her hair, reaching for a fresh towel from the hook nearby, and wrapping it around her hair first before grabbing another to dry off.
Jeff reached for a towel too, and soon they were moving back into the bedroom, where Wren gently turned back the quilt so they could sit down.
After they settled down on the bed, Wren gave him a grin.
Jeff became sheepish. You’d think he’d never had sex before.
“When I unpacked some of my clothes yesterday, I noticed that new bedside table over there that you must have picked up somewhere. It’s beautiful,” Wren said.
“It’s something I’ve had in my bedroom since I was a kid,” he admitted. “It belonged to my great-grandfather. My mom was going to throw it away, but my sister Kate does iron work and welding in her studio. She sells furniture as art, so she offered to fix it up for me.”
“I’d love to have a look inside her studio sometime,” Wren admitted. “I’ve always been into eclectic furnishings.”
“I’m sure she’d be happy to show you around,” Jeff said, scooting closer as he gently covered her mouth with his.
She cleared her throat, giving him a wry smile when they finally broke apart. “We don’t necessarily need to use one of the condoms I noticed you had in the nightstand drawer. I’m not only covered, but it’s actually been a while since I’ve done the deed.”
Jeff cocked his head. “That’s nice to know.”
And it really was, he realized. He felt a little less uncertain about what he was getting into.
“It is, isn’t it? And you’re probably the first guy that I’ve ever had trouble controlling myself with,” she confessed, appearing surprised that she’d said the words out loud.
Jeff blinked. “That’s very nice to know.”
She grinned. “I kind of think it is too.”
They laughed.
Reaching up, she rubbed her hair vigorously with the towel that had been wrapped around her head as they stood from the bed.
“Let’s get rid of all the damp towels,” he suggested, tugging off the one wrapped around her before reaching for the other towel in her hand. Geez, he thought, finally taking his first long look at her.
Which she didn’t seem to mind.
Jeff heaved a sigh. He’d never seen a woman more…perfect, he couldn’t help thinking. And forget about what they said about celebrities – everything about her appeared to be one hundred percent her .
Heading into the bathroom, he hung up all three towels before returning to the bedroom, where Wren had tugged down the sheets and was sitting in the middle of the bed, waiting.
Jeff paused for a moment, just thinking about what was happening. He was definitely in over his head.
“I’ve been thinking about this for way too long, you know,” he told her gruffly, sitting on the edge of the bed, this time removing his prosthetic and propping it efficiently near the nightstand.
As her eyes met his, she smiled, resting her hand gently against his face.
“So have I,” she answered, definitely reassuring.
His eyes roved over her nearly naked body with obvious appreciation as his heart began thumping hard against his chest.
As Wren held his gaze, he was swept away by the look of longing in her eyes. He couldn’t believe that every thought, every feeling that he’d been having when they’d met, had been shared by Wren. And then there was the overwhelming love that he was already – helplessly – beginning to feel for her, because of the fact that his injuries hadn’t dissuaded her at all.
Stretching towards her, Jeff kissed her deeply before pulling away and studying her. She was so beautiful and sexy. If things didn’t work out between them, Jeff was pretty sure that his heart would probably never recover.
But he was willing to take that risk, he told himself for the millionth time.
Loving the scent of her lightly perfumed skin from the soap she’d used in the shower, Jeff sighed, moving closer and burying his head against her shoulder.
Jeff felt the weight of Wren’s hand at the base of his neck. She ran her fingers lightly through his hair, stroking gently and soothingly before dragging her fingers over the length of his back and then below his waist, gently brushing her fingers against the scars on his leg.
“Enough of that.” Grinning, Jeff was suddenly lighthearted. He’d been holding himself back, since everything – more or less – was happening so quickly. It had been less than two weeks since Wren had arrived in town.
He laughed softly as they dropped face to face on the bed.
Pulling her tightly against him, he moved his hips rhythmically up and down along hers.
Most obviously becoming aware of his state of arousal, Wren’s eyes went wide as she stared at him before giving him what appeared to be a mischievous smile.
“Seriously, though,” Jeff asked, “are you sure we aren’t rushing things?”
“No,” Wren whispered. “And if you make me wait much longer, I swear I’m going to grab one of the pillows from behind us and whack it over your head.”
They laughed.
She traced a finger down the bridge of his nose, and began exploring the contours of his mouth, before reaching her hand around his neck and pulling him over to where her lips met his.
After a long, lingering melding of their tongues, gently breaking away, Jeff sat up again, hunching back in the bed as he stared lengthily at Wren. Her face was stunning. High cheekbones drew attention to her huge jade green eyes. She had a perfect nose and a sexy mouth with a full upper lip. Turquoise green studded earrings sparkled through the silky curtain of raven black hair dancing lightly over her shoulders since it was nearly dry.
Jeff grinned, just staring.
“Is something wrong?” Wren asked, with obvious impatience.
“I just want to spend a minute looking at you.” Jeff gazed down at Wren’s naked body with obvious appreciation. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known,” he said hoarsely.
Wren shrugged and grinned. “It’s what’s on the inside that counts.”
But Jeff’s eyes were still taking Wren in. She had beautiful full breasts that probably looked larger than they actually were since her waist was so tiny. That flawless skin of hers was lightly tanned.
He bent down touching his lips to a perfect breast.
Wren shivered.
Jeff began sipping gently on her nipple, and their conversation halted abruptly when Wren moaned. His mouth moved on to the hollow of her throat before covering the nipple of her breast again and then gliding over to gently tug and arouse the other. Jeff made sure he left no part of her body untouched.
Finally, he reached the soft sensitive skin of her inner thigh where he used his tongue and teeth to nip and tease. The tension built to an incredible degree and finally burst free.
She was trembling when his mouth quickly made its way back up her body, covering hers and cutting off the sound.
She ran her hands down his back and over his buttocks, urging him closer.
“Hurry Jeff,” she whispered. “You’re driving me crazy .”
Although they hadn’t been making love so far for very long – he hadn’t taken nearly as much time as he’d intended – Jeff realized that he needed to be inside of her, thrusting into her with as much control as possible.
And when Wren arched upward, twisting and turning in response to her need, Jeff’s rhythm changed as he drove faster and harder. Just as she cried out, a shudder shook his body first before overtaking hers. And not wanting to disengage, Jeff dropped down gently on top of her.
Neither one of them spoke as Jeff finally moved, spooning Wren gently into his arms, holding her close.
“Bear with me,” he finally said softly. “It feels so good just to hold you.”
Wren cleared her throat. “I was just realizing too, how good it felt to be held.” He could hear the humor in her voice when she spoke again. “But you’d better be prepared for what I’m going to do to you, since it’s my turn next.”
Grinning, Jeff exaggeratedly groaned, realizing that all it had taken were her words to turn him on once again.