Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Jane had her head on Storm’s shoulder and was as comfortable as she could ever remember being. It had taken her forever to get to this point with her ex. Yes, she’d been a teenager, but she hadn’t let him kiss her like Storm had until they’d known each other for months.
It was insane. She was a grown-ass woman who couldn’t keep carnal thoughts out of her head, of going to her knees in front of Storm and drawing his zipper down and taking him in her mouth right then and there.
She hadn’t even thought that she liked sex all that much until she’d started fantasizing about him.
And when he finally kissed her, she’d gone a little crazy, wanting to touch him from head to toe.
Thank God his stomach had growled and brought her back to her senses.
But now, they were sitting on her couch watching Jerry Seinfeld try to guess his girlfriend’s name, which he knew rhymed with a body part, and all she could think about was jumping Storm.
She loved that he was being a gentleman and not trying to rush her, but Jane realized she wanted to be rushed. Would he think she was too aggressive if she initiated more than just snuggling?
“What are you thinking about so hard over there?” Storm asked.
“And don’t tell me it’s the show, because while Jerry thinking his girlfriend’s name is Mulva is funny, it’s not deep enough for you to have this furrow in your brows.
” He ran a fingertip over her forehead, and Jane shivered slightly at the feel of his callused fingertip against her skin.
“I don’t want you to think badly of me,” Jane said.
“Nothing you say would make me think badly of you,” he reassured her.
Taking a deep breath and deciding to just say what was on her mind, Jane blurted, “I want you.”
To Storm’s credit, his expression didn’t change. But she did see his pupils dilate.
He took a deep breath and shifted next to her, putting his finger under her chin so she couldn’t look away from him. “Brave,” he muttered. Then said louder, “I want you too. Badly. But if at any time you change your mind, all you have to do is tell me, and that’ll be that.”
“I won’t change my mind,” Jane assured him.
“Even so. I don’t want to do anything that’ll make you uncomfortable. You get second thoughts, or start to feel awkward, just say the word.”
“Okay. Same goes for you,” she told him.
Storm tilted his head in question.
“What? I know the media concentrates on women having the right to say no, but men have that right too. Just because I want to have sex doesn’t mean you do.”
Storm chuckled and dropped his finger from her chin. “I want to,” he said earnestly.
Then his finger traced the neckline of the V-neck blouse she was wearing, and his eyes lowered as his finger moved…
Jane shivered and felt her nipples harden.
She knew he could see her physical reaction to his touch, because he licked his lips and inhaled deeply.
She had a feeling if things got started here on her couch, she wasn’t going to want to move to her bed later, so without a word, she stood and held out her hand.
Storm immediately took hold and followed her out of the room and into the short hallway that led to the two bedrooms. Jane would’ve been embarrassed about the state of her room—she wasn’t exactly a neatnik—but the one time she looked back at Storm, his eyes were glued to her ass, so she didn’t think he would even notice her clutter.
She led him to the side of her full-size bed. It had always been big enough for her, but now that he would be joining her in it, she wondered if he’d think it was too small.
Refusing to feel bad about the way she lived—it hadn’t been easy or cheap being a single mother—Jane let go of Storm’s hand long enough to open a drawer in a small table next to her bed.
She pulled out the box of condoms she’d bought earlier that week, when she’d been wishful thinking. “I hope this isn’t a problem.”
Storm immediately shook his head. “I’m clean. I told you it’s been a while since I’ve been with anyone, and I wasn’t lying about that. But I’m more than okay with using protection. I’d never do anything to put you at risk.”
The topic was a bit embarrassing, but she was an adult, and if she was going to do adult things like have sex, she had to be mature enough to talk about stuff like protection. “I’m clean too, and it’s not likely I’d get pregnant, but I don’t want to chance it.”
“I don’t blame you,” Storm said, taking the box out of her hand and placing it on the bedside table.
He wrapped a hand around her neck and intertwined his fingers in her hair, forcing her head back a bit.
That tiny show of control made her shiver in excitement.
“I’d never risk your health. Ever,” he said evenly.
“But,” he continued, “I can’t deny that the thought of being inside you bare is a hell of a turn-on.
If things between us work out, which I’m counting on, we’ll have to see what we can do to make that happen. ”
“Yes,” Jane whispered, the thought of him taking her bare turning her on even more.
“Any other concerns you want to bring up?” Storm asked.
“No.”
Storm tightened his hand in her hair for just a moment, then nodded and released her. He stepped back and brought his hands to the hem of his shirt, lifting it up and over his head in one quick movement.
Jane swallowed hard and licked her lips in anticipation.
Storm was built. She’d seen his body before but hadn’t been in the frame of mind to appreciate it.
His chest was covered with a light coating of hair, which was sexy as hell, but for now, she was more interested in feeling every one of the muscles she could see bulging in his chest and arms.
Curling her arms around his biceps, she leaned into him and licked his right nipple.
“Damn,” Storm said under his breath, covering the back of her head with his large hand, pressing her harder against him.
Smiling, Jane took the hint and drew his nipple into her mouth, sucking hard. He groaned, and his hand tightened in her hair.
Jane switched to the other nipple and couldn’t help but feel completely empowered by his unrestrained reaction to her mouth on him.
Glancing down, she could see his cock pushing against the fly of his jeans.
She’d never been too concerned about the size of a man before, believing what he could do with his appendage was more important, but she couldn’t help being impressed by what Storm was packing.
The grip on her hair got tighter, and she let Storm pull her head away from his body. “Enough,” he said in a low, gravelly voice. “I need to see you. I’ve fantasized about you standing in front of me naked…and not because you’re hurt this time.”
Jane flushed, not wanting to remember when she’d had to strip for him out of necessity. This time it was her choice. And she wasn’t hacking up a lung from CS gas.
His hand dropped from her head as she stepped back and reached for the button on her jeans.
She undid it and pushed the denim down her legs, stepping out of it.
She reached under her shirt and undid the clasp of her strapless bra, smiling as Storm eyed what he could see of her legs.
She dropped her bra and stood up straight.
She reached for the bottom of her shirt, but he stopped her.
“Let me,” he said quietly.
Nodding, Jane lowered her hands.
Storm grasped the edge of her shirt, and she felt his fingers brush against her sides.
She sucked in her stomach as best she could, wishing she was in better shape for him.
Wished her belly wasn’t so big and that her thighs were more toned.
Her butt had always been big, and she worried that he’d be turned off by it.
By the time all her insecurities ran through her brain, Storm had gripped the material of her blouse and raised it up and over her head. She raised her arms to assist, then was standing in front of him in nothing but the pair of black cotton underwear she’d put on earlier.
“Beautiful,” Storm breathed as he simply stared. His hands went back to resting on her hips, but he didn’t move otherwise.
Fidgeting, Jane said, “I’m not twenty-three anymore.”
Storm snorted. “Thank God,” he told her. “Turn.”
Blinking in surprise, Jane asked, “What?”
“Turn around. I want to see your ass.”
Holding her breath, Jane did as he asked, loving how he didn’t take his hands off her as she turned and faced her bed.
“Damn. Better than my fantasies,” Storm told her.
She looked over her shoulder and saw that his eyes were glued to the butt she’d thought too big and flabby almost her entire life.
Then he crouched behind her and took the globes of her ass in his hands and squeezed.
Squeaking in surprise, Jane stumbled and caught herself on her mattress, which left her bending over slightly.
“Fuck yeah,” Storm murmured, and Jane felt his fingers brush against the soaking-wet gusset of her panties.
With anyone else, she might’ve been embarrassed, but with the way Storm was crouched behind her, she could clearly see his erection.
The second she had the thought, one of his hands went to the button and zipper on his jeans and undid them.
He groaned in relief, then brought his hand back to her ass.
“You’re gorgeous,” he told her, not taking his eyes from her body.
“I could lose some weight,” she said softly.
“No fucking way,” he told her firmly.
“But you’re so in shape. So…hard,” she protested.
“I am.” He grinned. “But that doesn’t mean that’s how I appreciate my women. I like soft,” he told her. “I can’t wait to feel your curves against me. Surrounding me. Holding me.”
His words were seducing her even more than the feel of his hands on her body.