Page 63 of My Song for You
“Sex.”
“Yeah, I got that. But why?”
“Because I want sex.” While I could still get it. “It’s been a while and I figured you’d want it too, now that we’re seeing where things go between us.” Wasn’t that part of the package deal? I really should have checked the fine print.
“Hey, what’s really going on, Callie?”
Idiot. The word impaled me like a two-by-four caught up in a tornado-strength wind. Suddenly the gray carpet in front of my feet was the most fascinating item in the room.
Too bad Jared didn’t agree with me. He hooked his finger under my chin and forced me to look at him. “I didn’t come into your room because I want to have sex with you.”
“You don’t want to have sex with me?”Someone hit me with that two-by-four, please.
“That’s not what I said.”
“So youdowant to have sex with me?”
“I didn’t say that either.”
“Right.” I started for the doorway.
Jared blocked my escape. “Trust me, Callie, there’s nothing I want more than to be inside you, but are you sure that’s what you want?”
“Definitely,” I whispered, the image of Jared being inside me doing weird things to my voice.
Jared cupped my cheek with his hand and leaned in to kiss me. It had only been a few minutes, but I missed those soft sexy lips. The scent that was all man, all Jared, snuggled up to me. I wanted him. I wanted him now.
His hand left my cheek and trailed down my throat to my breast, hidden under my bra and T-shirt. His thumb brushed against my nipple. I sucked in a sharp breath. The thumb then teased said nipple into a hard peak, straining against the cotton of my bra.
My entire body went on high alert, hoping this was the real thing and not a drill. I didn’t know what I would do if he changed his mind. Possibly knee him in the nuts. That sounded fair.
“And yes, I do have a condom with me,” Jared said against my mouth.
“Good,” I whispered back.
“Maybe we should remove your pictures from the bed first.”
“That might be a good idea.” I quickly gathered them up, my hands shaking, and placed the stack on my desk.
From behind me, Jared wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me against him. His hardening length pressed into the curve of my lower back. “Are you nervous?” He tenderly kissed my neck.
I shook my head. “It’s just been a while.” And there might’ve been a place, deep down, where I realized this was a mistake. I was falling in love with Jared, but he wasn’t in the same place as me. For him this was just sex.
I removed my T-shirt. It landed somewhere by my feet. I reached behind me to unhook my bra.
“What are you doing?” Jared asked.
“Er, removing my clothes? Unless you want to have sex with them on.” Maybe he didn’t want to see my body naked. I didn’t exactly have a supermodel body like his ex-girlfriend. My body came with extra padding.
I crossed my arms in front of me. I’d never been self-conscious about my body until now. Before becoming Logan’s mom, I’d run daily. My body had been toned and, according to my ex, incredibly sexy. Now the only exercise I got was walking to and from the diner (if you didn’t count the running around I did at work).
Jared unfolded my arms. “No, I want to see you naked.” He then murmured against my ear, “But I want to be the one to get you naked.” His hand skimmed up my arm and I shivered in anticipation.
The white cotton fabric against my girls loosened, and a second later my bra joined my T-shirt on the floor. My heart hammered a frantic beat in my rib cage, eager to get this party started.
Before I had a chance to take my turn in our stripping game and remove Jared’s T-shirt, he took my nipple into his mouth. He alternated between sucking it and flicking it with his tongue. I moaned, this time louder than before.
Jared chuckled against my breast, and my knees came close to buckling under me at the delicious sensation.
