Page 23 of Jessica and the Jarhead
“Finally,” I growled before leaning into her and taking her mouth with mine. She was eager and warm as she wrapped her arms around me. I pulled her in closer and when she gasped, I deepened the kiss. Her bold tongue tangled with my own. She sucked lightly on mine and I lost my mind. I trailed my hands down her back to her ass and guided her hips to grind on mine without ever letting go of her mouth.
“Fuck.” I groaned at the pressure. “God, angel.”
“Charles,” she whimpered. She was moving her hips along me in a dance so ancient that nothing came before it. Despite the layers of her clothing and mine, the feel of her was incredible.
“That’s it, baby. Take your pleasure.” My hands moved her and set the pace just right. When she was on the edge of an explosion, I reached up, sliding my hand under her shirt and pulled down her bra. I brushed her nipple, giving it a barely there caress before closing my fingers down on it and pulling. She came with a shout.
“Charles!”
She threw back her head in ecstasy as she came, her long hair trailing down her back. The sight of it robbed me of any semblance of control, and I joined her in pleasure. I haven’t come in my pants since I was a teenager. Since the last time Jess was in my life, actually.
I pulled her in close and buried my head in her chest. I could hear the rapid beat of her heat and feel the rise and fall of her labored breathing.
Her hands found my hair and gently ran through it like she was petting me. I rubbed my face in the valley of her breasts while I regained my composure.
“So that happened,” she eventually said. She was still in my lap and were it not for the rapidly cooling stain on my sweats, I would have held her there forever.
“Regrets?” I asked. I had to know.
“None.” She shook her head. “I don’t think it’s ever been like that for me.”
A stab of jealousy went through me at the thought of Jess with another man. Logically, I knew it had been ten years and despite her claim that she dated no one else, I couldn’t expect her to be celibate.
I smiled at her anyway. “You’re welcome.”
She slapped my arms and rose off my lap.
“I need to clean up, and I’m sure you need to as well.” She offered me her hand to help me stand, and I took it and twisted my hand in hers until our palms touched and our fingers laced together tightly.
“How about we clean up together?” I asked. I tugged her to the bathroom before she could answer, and the laugh she let out was pure joy. It was a sound I wanted to hear for the rest of my life.
Chapter 13
Jess
Charles led me into the bathroom. I knew what was coming, but I didn’t feel the same insecurity that usually crept in when I thought of being naked with someone. I’d just rode him to orgasm, and he seemed reluctant to let me off his lap. His hands had traced every inch of me and he still wanted to see me naked and wet.
This was Charles. This was the love of my life. He was the boy who first kissed me in the middle of the hall after English class for everyone to see. He was the boy who took me to prom, held me when my dog died, and cheered loudest for me when I won an award in math.
I didn’t need to be afraid of him.
We stepped into the bathroom, and I didn’t hesitate to strip myself of my clothing. Charles walked over to the bathtub and started the shower. Steam quickly filled the room.
“Oh, shit, wait.” I darted back out to the kitchen and hunted around the drawers until I found some plastic bags and grabbed the medical tape again. It was too soon to get his injury wet, and we needed to wrap it up.
“Not so hot,” I told Charles when I walked into a wall of steam I could barely see through. “I’ll get dizzy if there’s too much steam.”
He turned it down, so that it was comfortably warm, and then turned to stare at me. I was naked, and he was still fully clothed. Something about the imbalance sent tingles racing down my spine.
I set the plastic aside and crossed my arms under my breasts. His eyes tracked them as they lifted.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” I asked, tapping my foot.
“Give me a minute. I need to memorize this.” He didn’t move, so I walked over to him, doing my best to sway my hips, and slowly ran my hands down his sculpted chest to just above his sweats.
“This won’t be the last time you see me like this, I promise.” I ran my hands under his shirt and up his abs before I raked my nails along his chest. He groaned at the sensation.
He finally, finally took his shirt off and revealed a solid wall of muscle.Good lord.I was going to combust from the sight of him alone. My hands caught at the top of his sweats as I lightly ran them down his front. I teased him for a moment before slowly dragging his pants to the ground.
