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I didn’t dare move before. I couldn’t stop myself now.
I kissed her breasts, her ribs, the sweet dip in her stomach and lower. I hovered my mouth between her legs and watched her eyes roll closed as I breathed in and out, right fucking there.
“Nathan.” She gasped, spreading her thighs wider. Urging me.
I nuzzled my mouth against her pussy.
Jenna whimpered and pushed her hand into my hair. She held me still when I tongued her clit like she never wanted me to move, but when I licked lower between the folds of her sex, she jerked her hips up and pressed herself against my mouth. She rocked into the pleasure.
“God…oh God, please,” she begged. Her stomach quivered underneath my hand.
I slid my touch up her body and squeezed her breast. I worked her with my tongue, licking where she grew wettest, and sucked on her clit until she trembled against the bed. And when she arched her back and shook against my mouth, I didn’t dare close my eyes.
Jenna panted and writhed as she came, gripping my hair and tugging, her pretty voice crying out.
Again, still, I couldn’t speak. I could only move.
Her legs fell heavy against the mattress as I slid them from my shoulders and then curled around my waist when I crawled up her body. I sank over her.
We kissed long and deep. Jenna moaned when she felt how hard I was, trapped between our bodies. She tried peering down to see it. Her hand sought me out and cupped the tip.
“I want you,” she said.
Move, I thought.
I pushed up, straightening my arms, and reached for the nightstand to grab another condom.
On my knees between her bent legs, I rolled the rubber down my shaft, then covered Jenna’s body with mine again and pushed inside her.
Finally, finally, words flooded my mouth. I chased after my thoughts, sharing every single one as they came to me. I couldn’t stop giving them to her.
I told Jenna how amazing she was. How again, this was too good. How is this real? Tell me. I said she made my favorite sounds. And after I came seconds before she did, I pressed my mouth to her ear and told her how hard I was again already. How I’d never been this into someone before.
I said everything short of admitting I felt the same way she did, that I wished it had been me in her psych class too. That I knew exactly what she had been trying to say and how she said it perfectly to me. No one could’ve said it better. I didn’t think those words were needed. She had to know…
I was out of my mind for this woman. How could she not see it?Chapter Twenty-OneJENNAAfter Shay dropped the girls off with freshly painted nails, Nathan offered to make us dinner. A gesture I was beyond excited about—no man had ever made me dinner before. Not one I was dating anyway. He also insisted on handling all preparations and forced me over to the table after I kept grabbing ingredients to rinse, chop, and/or dice, even after he told me not to.
“I said I’ll do it. Do I need to tie you down?” Nathan asked low in my ear, pulling out one of the kitchen chairs and guiding me to sit.
“I’m sorry! I can’t help it.” I laughed. “I’m just used to doing everything. It’s weird when I don’t. And it isn’t like I mind lending you a hand…”
“I know you don’t mind. That’s not the point.” Nathan moved around the kitchen. “I’m not great at this. I can cook three things really well and spaghetti is one of them. That’s why I suggested we have spaghetti.” He stopped in front of the cutting board, admiring the prep I’d completed. “Jenna…”
“What?” I giggled at his solemn expression.
“I’m trying to show off a little here,” he said, lifting his gaze. “How am I supposed to do that if you dice the onion better than me?”
Every muscle in my body tightened in delight. “I didn’t know you were trying to show off.”
“For you? When am I not?”
Nathan studied me for a moment like I was insane to think anything different than what he’d just shared, then gathered the cut-up veggies and walked over to the stove, dumping them in the sauce.
I looked down at my lap and bit my lower lip. I couldn’t stop smiling. He was trying to impress me. How could I not feel so happy I could burst?
No one had made an effort like this for me before. No one had come close.
Earlier, I had been terrified to share what had been on my mind, not only in that moment, but recently, for at least the past few weeks. I had no idea how Nathan would react to hearing me say I wished it would’ve been him and not Derek nine years ago. I knew exactly how that admission sounded and the implications it would lead to. Revealing that was a huge risk. Even worse, I’d gone on trying to explain myself and had failed miserably in my clarification.
