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  He smoothed his hands over her hips as he kissed his way back to her mouth. She moved in toward him, her pelvis rocking against his. He eased her down onto the bed, his hands roaming over her. His fingers traced under the edge of her waistband. “Can we take these off?”

  She hesitated a second and his heart beat its way into his throat. Please say yes. She raised her hips and shimmied the rest of the dress and her stockings down her long legs. “Now you.” She tugged at his pants and he wasted no time chucking them.

  He skimmed his fingers up her thigh, licking his lips in anticipation of touching her. Her legs rubbed together then parted as his hand slipped between them. The delicate fabric of her panties was warm and soft and, to his delight, slick with moisture. She sighed as he slid against her.

  Jenna’s fingers ran across his belly, creeping lower. When she finally curled her hand around him he thought he might go off instantly. He steeled himself against the sensations as she teased him, slowly caressing his length with the lightest imaginable touch, then slicking her thumb around his aching tip. Jesus. He wanted her so badly he could hardly stand it.

  Her lips were sweet and salty from the margaritas. Having his tongue inside her mouth was no longer enough. His fingers hooked over the edge of her panties, tugging them downward. She wriggled, helping him to free her from the last of her clothes. Her breathing was ragged as she rolled back toward him. He pressed against her, his cock rubbing against her thigh. She tensed and he stopped. “You okay?”

  She nodded but he sensed that something wasn’t right. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her gently. “We don’t have to…. We can wait.” He knew it was the right thing to say though his body was fighting every word he uttered.

  “It’s not that,” Jenna said, seeming shy. “It’s just I didn’t bring…do you have any condoms?”

  Relief washed over him. He chuckled and reached past her to retrieve them from the drawer. She smiled as he handed her the whole box. “Only if you’re sure. I don’t want…” She silenced him with a kiss.

  Somehow she managed to keep kissing him in her mystifying, mind-numbing fashion, while extracting a condom and rolling it into place on his ready and waiting cock. His fingers found their way back between her legs. The heat radiating from her was intoxicating as was the lavender scent that wafted off her hair with each movement. As he slipped a finger inside her she moaned. So wet, so inviting. He moved slowly, teasing her as she had him. His fingertips explored, each ridge and curve within her making him want her more. Her muscles tightened around him. She writhed beneath his touch, her breathing becoming raspier. He focused, keeping time with her rhythm until she gasped and cried out, bucking against his hand. “Oh God,” she said, panting, her hand limp on her forehead, “that was incredible.”

  “No, this will be incredible,” he said, easing his fingers out and climbing on top of her. He kissed her face, her eyelids, her nose, then went to work on her mouth, twirling his tongue around hers until they both ran right out of breath. All the while he rocked against her, his cock getting closer to entry with each pass. With one final thrust, he was in and she relaxed around him, tugging him to her with arms and legs, her internal muscles supple yet strong as they squeezed around him. He moved slowly, drawing out each stroke. Her head was tilted back, her eyes closed, she looked beautiful and totally content.

  He bent to kiss her breasts and she increased their pace, raising her hips to meet his, pivoting on each upward stroke. He knew she was getting ready to come. Her body tensed, her muscles milking his cock with their firm, pulsating grip.

  She rocked faster, straining toward him, her nipples crushed against his chest. The motion inside her body was overwhelming. She contracted all around, dragging him in, as she shook from pleasure. She cried out, her head thrashing against the pillow, looking sexier than anything he’d ever imagined.

  He continued pumping, waiting for her convulsions to subside. To his surprise, her eyes popped open, gleaming wildly at him. “It’s your turn.” She lifted her hips with incredible strength, taking Tim off the bed with her, and swiveling against him with such force he could feel the cum rising from the depths of his cock. His balls pulled up tight against his body, his cock became impossibly stiffer.

  Jenna squeezed her muscles together in a steady rhythm, tighter on each thrust. Her hands clasped firmly against his ass, begging him to move faster, get closer. He pounded harder, feeling her legs lock around his back. “Yes,” she whispered, so throaty it barely sounded like her. “Yes, more.” He realized she was about to come again.

  He thrust in and out of her each time she asked until he felt the orgasm tumble out of her. The idea he’d brought her to another climax was enough to push him over the edge. With a few final strokes, he felt the hot cum racing through his cock. One thick pulsation coursed out of him. The sensation was unreal, as if it were draining him of every drop of energy. Shot after shot throbbed out for what seemed like an eternity, until he collapsed. He laid his sweaty head on Jenna’s chest, craning his neck to kiss her.

  Her hands stroked through his hair.

  “You’re amazing.” He kissed her lips. You’re the perfect girl.

  “You’re pretty amazing yourself.” She ran a finger along his jaw. He wanted to close his eyes and fall asleep in her arms, but remembered he was still sporting a condom.

  He propped himself on his elbow and leaned in for another kiss. “I’m going to go take care of this. Do you need anything?”

  She shook her head.

  “Be right back.” He nuzzled her neck then climbed out of bed. The linoleum floor of the kitchen felt cold against his feet as he made his way to the bathroom. The harsh fluorescent light made him squint. He quickly washed his hands. All he wanted was to get back to Jenna.

  To his surprise, she was standing in the kitchen, wearing nothing but his dress shirt.

  “Wow, and I thought I looked good in that shirt.” He curled his arm around her waist, feeling her giggle against him. “You’re criminally sexy, you know that, right?” He brushed his nose against hers and was about to kiss her when she screamed and jumped back.

  “What?” he asked, confused.

  She hopped up onto the kitchen counter, pointing frantically at the wall. He turned and saw an enormous insect scuttling below the kitchen table.

  “Water bug,” she said, “please kill it.”

  Tim was taken aback by its size but quickly grabbed his shoe off the floor and flicked on the overhead light. “Do you see it?” His eyes scanned the wall.

  “He’s behind the table. Careful. They’re really fast and they’ve got a hard shell.”

  He glanced up and saw that she was still on the countertop, her legs pulled up against her chest, his shirttails draped over her knees.

  “There!” she yelled.

  The huge creature ran out from beneath the table, straight at Tim’s bare feet. He hopped aside, slamming the shoe down, thinking he’d killed it, but the second he lifted the shoe the bug began running again. “What the…”

  “Hard shell.”

  Tim chased the insect around the room smashing it three more times before he finally heard the desired crunch beneath his sole.

  “Ewww.” Jenna had her hand over her eyes. “I hate bugs.”

  Tim’s heart was pounding, partly from the chase, but equally from seeing Jenna propped on his counter. He stood before her, running his hand over her hair and down her back. Her legs unfurled, sliding down on either side of him as he scooted her forward, pressing against her. “You’re safe now.” He dragged his nose against her cheek, inhaling her scent.

  “Thanks.” She looked up at him, her brow furrowing. “Hey, I thought you had blue eyes.”

  His face flushed. “I usually do.”

  “They’re bright green now.”

  He let out a breathy laugh. “Not surprised.” He ran his fingers along the outer edge of her thigh, feeling himself harden against her soft flesh. “They always go green after
an orgasm.”

  Her eyes popped open, her lips curling in amusement. “Seriously?”

  He nodded, shrugging. “No idea why. Been that way since, well, since I first started…” He felt his cheeks burn hotter.

  “So it’s any time you have an orgasm?”

  “Yes.”

  “Interesting.”

  “Why is that?” He moved against her, thinking his eyes were going to turn even greener if he kept rubbing against her.

  “Who was the first person who noticed?” Her fingers played with his chest hair, making it difficult for him to concentrate, let alone tell a story.

  “My mum.” He closed his eyes. “She noticed one morning when I was at the breakfast table. I hadn’t a clue why they’d changed color and by that evening they were back to normal. The next morning she checked again and sure enough, green. It took about a week before I realized what morning activity was to blame.”

  Jenna laughed, vibrating in his arms. “Every morning?”

  “I was fourteen.”

  She scooted even closer to him, pulling him in with her legs, her eyes twinkling. “Want to see how green we can get them tonight?”

  Jenna hadn’t pictured Tim in the kitchen when she’d first imagined him naked, but she wasn’t complaining. He gripped the bare skin of her hips. She thought he might not need to touch her much more than that to take her to the brink again.

  Tim undid the buttons and pushed the shirt off her shoulders. Her breaths grew short as she watched him tease her nipple with his tongue. He sucked her into his mouth and her chin dropped as every muscle in her body went limp.

  He skimmed her chest with soft kisses and gentle licks. “Your breasts are incredible. You should win some sort of award for them.”

  She smiled and locked her ankles above the perfect curve of his ass. “Best Boobs in Manhattan?”

  “No.” His slender fingers skimmed along her spine and he nuzzled her neck. “I was thinking Most Stunning Breasts in America.”

  “Sounds like a postcard.”

  “And what a postcard it would be.” He slid his hands underneath her. “Hold on to me.”

  “Gladly,” she said, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. She gasped when he lifted her off the kitchen counter. “Where are you taking me?”

  “You deserve better than the kitchen counter.” He carried her to the bedroom and lowered her onto the now rumpled sheets.

  Tim stood next to the bed, long and lean, parts of him hard as iron. Jenna couldn’t wait for more. She stretched her arms above her head, hands clasped in surrender. She wondered what it was about him that made her feel so uninhibited. That question would need to wait for later. Right now, she just wanted to make his eyes even greener.

  He lowered himself on to her and they kissed with increased intensity. His erection rubbed against her pubic bone and she bucked against him. She pushed on his shoulder and he rolled to his back. Straddling him, she rocked back and forth as his cock slid along her slippery folds. She ached to have him inside her.

  Their eyes connected and she bit her lip, spreading her hands across his tempting chest. She dipped down and kissed his throat, his collarbone, continuing along the midline. Scooting farther back and setting her knees between his legs, she circled her tongue around his bellybutton as he moaned. He has no idea. I’m just getting started.

  Jenna wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock, rubbing his balls with her thumb. She puckered against his tip then took only the head into her mouth, sucking while running her tongue along the ultrasensitive ridge. He drew in a breath and she glanced up to see him watching, his eyelids heavy.

  The sounds that escaped him were unlike any she’d ever coaxed from a man. She skimmed his length with her lips, letting her tongue apply the real pressure as it rode along the underside. Taking her time, she began to glide up and down, amazed as his silken skin became even more taut. She swirled her tongue and huffed hot breaths around him, eliciting a string of pleasurable hums and mutterings as he clearly enjoyed every moment.

  She felt tension rising from his groin, as if he was employing great restraint. He seemed restless as he reached down and curled his fingers under her arms, urging her back to him. Jenna leaned in for a slow and steamy kiss.

  “You’re unbelievable,” he said.

  “That was only the beginning.”

  “Did I mention you’re my dream woman?” His expression was one of pure desire, prompting her body temperature to soar.

  She reached for the condoms on the bedside table. Tim propped himself on his elbows as she opened the pouch. Her fingertips rolled it on to the head of his cock. He clamped his eyes shut and dropped back on to the bed.

  “Blimey. You do that better than anyone.”

  Smirking, she unrolled it the rest of the way. “I try.” She wrapped a hand around him and raised herself, guiding him into place. Her breath caught as her muscles stretched and he filled her to the limit. She rode up and down, steadying herself with her hands behind her, on his thighs. Her body conformed to his and she marveled at how seamlessly they fit together.

  Tim reached between her legs and expertly planted his thumb, working in circles against her clit. She knocked her head back and closed her eyes as he drove shock waves into her belly. She felt the release about to engulf her. Breaths rushed from her chest and he slowed the motion of his thumb, moving in an intoxicating figure eight that only changed the speed of the approach—the intensity was just as overwhelming.

  She arched her back and slid along his length, his thighs trembling beneath her hands. Jenna felt her insides about to collapse as he began to thrust and lift her off the bed. He cupped and squeezed one of her breasts, his thumb never relenting between her legs.

  With an electrifying jolt, her threshold shattered as pleasure coursed through her. Rising high on her knees, she called his name. She slid back down his length and felt a tremor from within as his hips jerked upward. His torso froze mid motion. Her muscles contracted around him and she watched as a look of contentment washed over his face. He thrust slowly, pulsating within her.

  Jenna collapsed onto Tim’s heaving chest. He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her forehead, nose and cheeks. Her mouth found his and they shared a tender kiss, his lips full and hot against hers. She curled into him, feeling warm and protected.

  He caressed her hip. “I’m going to run to the loo. Need anything?”

  “Seems to me like you took care of everything.”

  He laughed and returned moments later with two glasses of water and an enormous bag of Pretzel M&M’s.

  “You weren’t kidding when you said you like those,” she said, sitting up and pulling the sheet over her chest.

  “You’ve got me addicted.” He climbed in next to her and tore open the bag. He took a single piece and held it to Jenna’s waiting lips. She parted them, feeling lightheaded as he followed the candy with a kiss. Several pieces tumbled into his hand and he gave her the bag. His fingers curled over the top edge of the sheet. “You’re hiding from me.”

  She sat up further, allowing the sheet to fall from her breasts. The brush of cool fabric made her nipples hard. “Better?”

  He stretched out on his side. “Perfect.”

  They stayed up much of the night, snuggling, talking and laughing. Tim told stories from his childhood, about his mum, his sisters and Gavin. Jenna soaked up every word, trying to imagine a younger version of Tim. She wished she had such stories. Aside from the stretch every summer when she and her brother stayed with their grandmother, there weren’t many happy memories.

  * * * * *

  The alarm on Jenna’s phone sounded at five. Tim’s breathing remained steady and heavy, his arm draped over her waist. She wished the room wasn’t so dark so she could see his face clearer as he slept.

  Lifting his arm gently, she inched out of his embrace. She tiptoed to the bathroom and dressed, surprisingly energized from what couldn’t have been more than two hours of sleep.
r />   “Tim,” she whispered, but there was no response. “Tim.” She leaned down and kissed his cheek. She hated leaving, hated the thought of the next several hours at work. All she really wanted to do was slide into bed and give him a very pleasant and drawn-out wake-up call.

  It was chilly outside and Jenna decided to splurge on a cab home so she could change before she headed to work. Watching as the eerily quiet city streets zipped by, she thought about chance, about what she might be doing if Tim had never stumbled across the café. It would be just another day. Instead, she felt warm and tingly just thinking about him. She grinned and rested her forehead against the window.

  Jenna’s fondness for Tim was undeniable. She knew her feelings were foolish, just like her to go overboard. There had been only a few dates and already she didn’t want to spend a minute without him. She’d probably slept with him too soon. She went over it in her head, arguing that she could have wasted an entire week playing hard-to-get when she didn’t have that kind of time with him.

  She was nearly fifteen minutes late by the time she arrived at the café. She whipped off her coat and hung it up before rushing to the sink to wash her hands.

  “Nat, I’m so sorry.” She transferred pastries to a tray at lightning speed.

  Natalie winked. “No problem. I hope he was worth it.”

  Her face flushed. She was glad this hadn’t come up when she was trying to wait on customers. “He was.”

  The morning rush was hectic, as always, but Jenna couldn’t get her mind off Tim. When the first wave subsided, Jenna took the opportunity to froth some milk for the next influx. Natalie brought a tray of muffins from the back.

  “What’s wrong?” Natalie asked. “You look worried.”

  “Do you think I messed up by sleeping with him so soon? What if he bails?”

  The bell on the door jingled again and Jenna wiped her brow with the back of her forearm. More customers. Great.

  Natalie elbowed her, nodding toward the door. “I don’t think you have anything to worry about.”

  Jenna looked up and her heart skipped several beats. He’s here.