Page 13 of My Brooding Valentine

I reached for the sheets to hide beneath them but immediately thought better of it. Instead, when he came back into the room, I said something I hadn’t planned on saying.

“Leave the door open. I want to see you while you make love to me.”

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SAWYER

Istood just inside the doorway, staring at her.I want to see you while you make love to me.The words were music to my ears.

I didn’t want to close the door. I wanted to continue to look at her. All I could see right now were her bare legs, though. Her sweater covered the part of her body I’d just gotten to know intimately.

“Are you sure?” I asked. “Because I can easily…”

She nodded. “Positive.”

And then, as if to drive home her point, she sat up and jerked the sweater over her head. Her bra was loose. I’d forgotten I did that while we were kissing in the living room.

She shoved off the bra after the shirt, letting it drop to the floor. I found myself frozen in place, wishing there was even more light. I couldn’t wait to see her when the sun came up in the morning.

But for right now, what I was seeing was enough. Full breasts with dark-tipped nipples, round hips, and luscious thighs. I wanted to separate those thighs and plunge into her, but this washer first time. I’d have to go slowly. There’d be plenty of time for the more intense stuff later.

“Come here,” she said. “I don’t want to be in this bed alone.”

She didn’t have to ask me twice. I bounded across the room and didn’t even bother going around to my side of the bed. Instead, I climbed on top of her, our mouths meeting in a kiss that was sweet and passionate at the same time.

I held the condom packet I retrieved from my medicine cabinet in my right hand, which was holding myself up above her. I didn’t want to crush her, but I also longed to feel her soft curves against the hard wall of my chest and thighs. I longed to have her wrapped around me, both her legs and her pussy, as I plunged into her.

But instead, I broke the kiss and moved to her chest, running my tongue over each of her nipples, then stopping to lightly graze one beaded tip with my teeth. She cried out at that, arching her back, and I knew I’d hit a sensitive spot. Already, I was getting to know her body and what turned her on, and I had so much more to explore.

I moved my hand between her legs and began stroking her clit as I continued to run my tongue over one nipple, then the next, going back and forth as she writhed and gasped beneath me. My goal was to get her midway to orgasm, then finish her once I was inside her.

But it was tempting to keep going and give her orgasm after orgasm. I didn’t even need to get off myself, as long as this woman beneath me was happy.

That thought got my attention. I lifted my head and looked at her. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, her face flushed. It was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen.

Yes, I was already developing serious feelings for this woman. She was the one I’d been looking for all my life.

I didn’t even know I was looking. I’d shut myself off to anything resembling dating. Sometimes you didn’t know what you wanted until she showed up on your doorstep with a platter of cookies.

Suddenly, her eyes popped open, and she looked up at me. When she started to speak, I wasn’t sure what to expect. Certainly not the words that came out of her mouth next.

“Is that a condom?”

I looked over at my right hand and nodded. “I checked the expiration date. I was a little worried, but luckily, they’re still good.”

If they weren’t, what would happen? I could get her pregnant. Would that be a horrible thing?

Any other time in my sexual past, absolutely, but now I wasn’t so sure. It wasn’t that having a baby sounded great to me. But having a baby with her? Afamilywith her? I waited for the thought to sicken me, but that didn’t happen. Instead, I felt an unfamiliar sense of hope for my future.

Fuck, I had it bad. How did that happen so fast?

“Can I put it on?” she asked.

That at least pulled my mind away from goofy romantic thoughts and right back to where it should be. On making love to this beautiful woman.

“Sure,” I said.

And then I balanced myself on my left arm while I handed her the condom. She eyed it for a long moment before returning her gaze to me.

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