Page 67 of Catching Our Moment
She slowly glided over to the bed, placing the coffee mug on the dresser, then crawled up over my body, her robe opening with each movement and giving me an amazing view of her cleavage. I bit down harder and rolled onto my back, submitting to her every desire.
Her hand brushed my inner thigh as she traveled up my body, settling above me on all fours. Her big brown eyes and twitching lips were playful but hesitant. Was she nervous? I slowly touched her knee, tracing up her leg under her robe, feeling the softness of her thigh. She closed her eyes as I ran it over the flat of her back and back down her round, firm backside. I squeezed slightly, studying her expression. “You are beyond my imagination.” With my other hand, I cupped her face and turned her to look at me. “This right here. With you above me…” Even I could hear the tremble in my deep voice. “It’s everything I have ever wanted.”
Her eyes grew glassy, and I shifted my hand behind her neck, gently guiding her to my lips. With all the reverence I could manage, I breathed, “You are everything.”
This was my testament as I dove into exploring her lips. There wasn’t anything sweet, soft, or assessing about this kiss. It was want and need and desire. Her body fell against my chest as my other hand squeezed and pulled her down against my hardness.
She squirmed over my body, touching every inch of it. Our mouths shifted as we licked and nipped, tasting and wanting more.
Take a breath, man. There will only be one first time with her. Savor it. Slow the fuck down.
I turned her onto her back, wanting to take control. Her robe had opened, the strap of her nightgown had fallen, and yep…there was one of her breasts. The ones I’d fantasized about since I noticed breasts. I glanced up, and her eyes darkened as I licked my bottom lip. I slowly lowered myself and licked the peak of her nipple. She bowed off the bed. I did it again, this time capturing it for a brief kiss, and she tried to take charge, pulling my head down firmly to her breast, demanding more than a tease.
She sat up briefly enough to take off the nightgown. So much for slowing down.
I lost all words.
I cupped her breast and gave it my full attention as she moaned, and her body writhed beneath me, rubbing up against parts of me that didn’t need encouragement.
Beep…Beep…Beep… “Crap. The cinnamon rolls.” She gave me a slight shove. The loss of contact was painful, but the sight of her slipping on my shirt had a different, more primal effect.
“I’m not hungry,” I said, trying to drag her back down before she playfully batted at me.
“Animal. They are in the oven. I need to get them out.” My shirt didn’t disguise the sway of her hips as she walked out of the room.
I ran my hands over my face and put them behind my head, propping myself up for her return. Probably good to fuel up—we’d need the sustenance.
25
Kelcie
My new version of heaven was the promise of warm cinnamon rolls and Shaw waiting for me in my bed.
Yum. Shaw covered in cinnamon goodness—yes, please.
I was shaking with giddiness and anticipation. I swayed my hips to imaginary music as I grabbed the potholder and pulled out the cinnamon rolls. Humming to myself, I grabbed the icing and spread it on the rolls, licking my fingers as I dreamed of spreading it on parts of Shaw. My smile could not be contained. With a few rolls on a plate and grabbing the remaining icing, I walked back to the room. This was?—
Wait.
Was that James’s car? Pulling up out front?
No. No. No.
I ran to the room, dropping the cinnamon rolls on the bed, screeching unintelligible words to Shaw—something along the lines of, “Get up! James—Aaron—You—Naked—Icing—” as I flew around the room, picking up the clothes and throwing them at him.
After a moment of confusion, Shaw caught up with my freak-out and jumped out of bed. “Fucking Needle Dick.” He slipped on his jeans with amazing efficiency as I grabbed random clothes, shoved them at him, and pushed him down the hallway.
James and Aaron were walking up the driveway.
My hands were all over his beautiful, amazing back. The back I was allowed to touch, kiss, grip, slide down to his—stop!
“Back door.” I directed him through the kitchen.
“Kelcie. Calm down. Wait. You can’t be serious? Maybe we could?—”
“No. Not yet,” I said. “Aaron can’t find out like this and definitely not with James here.” I covered my eyes, trying not to visualize that scenario. “Just go. Get dressed. Come back after James leaves, and we can eat.” I gave him a quick kiss and shoved him out the back door onto our shared deck as if we were kids again and it was my father about to walk through the front door.
“Kelcie, wait, my shirt—” Shaw said as I shut the door on him.
