Page 72 of My Song for You
I glanced at the wall clock. Ten more minutes before Logan’s bedtime. And then what? When I’d woken up this morning, I rather rudely discovered that the wonderful dream, in which Jared realized he loved me and always had, was nothing more than a delusion. In reality, he hadn’t been able to get away fast enough during the night.
He had surprised me, though, when I returned home to discover that he and Logan had cooked dinner. I’m not talking macaroni and cheese or frozen pizza. They had cooked fettuccine Alfredo, with chicken and vegetables tossed in.
My foot bounced, counting down the seconds until the movie ended. Three. Two. One. I jumped up off the couch. “Bedtime,” I said rather hurriedly as the closing credits came on.
The corner of Jared’s mouth tugged up into his sexy smirk.
After we got Logan to bed following what had become our new routine, with Jared reading Logan a bedtime story or three, we stepped into the hallway and I partially closed the bedroom door. We didn’t move beyond that, staring at each other, uncertain what to do next.
Jared was the one who made the first move. One second he was staring at me; the next his lips were against mine. I didn’t hesitate to open my mouth and let him in. I’d been dreaming about his kisses for the past few years—and there might’ve been some fantasizing while at work earlier that day. I wasn’t about to waste time with chaste kisses.
My fingers knotted in his hair and I tugged the soft strands.
“Oh God, Callie,” he moaned against my mouth. I took it as a good sign that he was rooting for an encore of last night.
My brain demanded that we waited until Logan fell asleep. My body outvoted it. But at least we waited until we were in my bedroom before the clothes came flying off.
The kisses suddenly went from hungry to languid. Jared wrapped his arms around me, and we swayed to the song playing in his head. His hard, thick length pressed against my stomach, leaving my girlie parts begging to get reacquainted.
But while they might’ve been in a rush for that to happen, Jared apparently wasn’t. He traced his fingers up and down my back, an explorer on a mission. Then they changed their movements, and instead of exploring my body, I was a musical instrument and he was playingme.
“What are you doing?” I whispered.
“Creating a song.”
“I don’t know how it sounds, but it feels good.”
The answering grin knocked my breath away.
He led me to the bed and I lay down. We continued kissing, focused on nothing but each other. Our hands continued exploring and teasing, bringing each other to the edge, but never letting it go beyond that. Not yet, anyway.
Jared’s fingers eventually slipped through my slick folds. “God, you’re so wet.”
I started to respond at the same time his ultra-talented fingers found my clit and circled it. Once. Twice. The words I thirsted to say came out as a moan. That was okay. It pretty much summed up what I wanted to say anyway.
He broke away from my lips long enough to reach into the drawer of my night table and pull out a box of condoms.
I laughed. “Wow, you must have magical powers. I don’t remember putting those in there.”
“I have many talents.”
I grinned. “So I’ve noticed.” Without asking, I took the foil package from between his fingers and tore it open.
Jared scooted back so I could sit up. I slipped it on over Jared’s tip and carefully rolled it down his length.
His thumb traced circles around my nipple, his dark brown eyes locked on my gaze. “Christ, Callie, I want to be inside you. Preferably sooner rather than later.”
“Sounds good to me,” I whispered before his lips were on mine again. He pushed me back on the bed, spread my thighs wide, and inch by inch sank into me. My inner muscles craved to consume all of him. They clutched at him, pulled him in deeper.
Like his earlier kisses, he moved slowly at first, the strokes executed with tremendous control on his part. But after a few seconds, I didn’t give a damn about his control. I hungered for him to move harder, faster, deeper.
I grabbed his ass and hinted quite clearly what I wanted.
And that’s exactly what I got.
It didn’t take long before the earth-shattering tremor rocked my body, sending me careening over the edge into a complete state of bliss.
Jared joined me in euphoria just as I was returning to earth, my body limp and completely satisfied. He kissed me deeply one last time, then pushed himself off the bed. After disposing of the condom, he returned to bed and gathered me against him.
