“You lie around outside half naked all the time then? I should be staying home in the morning more often.” He starts toward me, the epitome of mouthwateringly delicious, wearing jeans and a simple white T-shirt. The way his shirt stretches across his shoulders and chest make me itch to tear it off him.
Shrugging, I struggle for nonchalance, though inside anticipation curls through me, making me burn . . . everywhere. He’s moving with a predatory grace that makes my mouth dry, his gaze never leaving me. Suddenly nervous, I look around for my bikini top, spotting it on the concrete right next to the lounger, and I bend down, snatching it up, ready to tie it back on. Or at the very least, cover myself. I’m feeling exposed. Silly for lying around half naked like this.
“Oh, no you don’t.” He’s at my side in an instant, pulling the swimsuit top from my fingers and tossing it far out of reach. His smug grin is downright wicked as he settles on the edge of the lounger, his hip nudging my side, the denim of his jeans rough against my bare skin. He takes me in, his greedy gaze raking over me before landing on my chest, and my nipples literally ache for his touch. “Enjoying the sun?” His husky voice twists my insides, making me breathless.
I lick my lips, sitting up so my face is close to his. “Yeah.” Leaning in, I brush my open mouth against his, lingering, tasting. His tongue darts out, teasing mine with gentle flicks, and I moan softly.
“Fuck, you’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” His large hands graze my breasts, his palms brushing against my nipples so lightly I can almost believe I’m only imagining he’s touching me.
But he’s real. His hands on me are real. Hot and seeking and knowing exactly what I need to fill me with uncontrollable desire for him.
“I swear I had no idea you would come home. You’re usually gone in the mornings,” I say in my defense. He goes into his office when it’s quiet and he can get paperwork done. Phone calls made, emails answered, whatever it is that he needs to take care of. He’s been extra busy lately what with the new location opening soon. “I thought I had a morning to myself.”
“Tell me.” He kisses me, a quick, sweet kiss though his mouth lingers, barely moving away from mine. “Were you going to touch yourself out here, Jenny? Have a little fun while I’m gone?”
“No.” I shake my head, biting the tip of his finger when he reaches out to trace my bottom lip, making him softly yelp. He doesn’t remove his finger from my mouth, though. “But I was thinking of you.”
“What were you thinking about?” His voice has gone tight, a sure indicator he’s aroused, and I smile.
“How much I miss you.” I kiss him again and he cups my face with one hand, holding me, his mouth coaxing mine open before I break away. “How much I wished you were here. Touching me.”
His smile grows. “Well, your wish is about to come true.”
Colin
My wish is about to come true too. Hell, it already has. What man doesn’t want to find the woman he’s obsessed with lying half naked in his backyard in the middle of the morning? Looking like my every teenage wet dream come to life in a skimpy bikini and no freaking top, her breasts bare and skin gleaming in the sun. Her hair is in a high, sloppy ponytail, big black sunglasses shadow her eyes, and she’s . . . beautiful. Sexy.
Just having her like this makes me painfully aroused, and I take a deep breath to calm myself and slow my roll. Swiping her sunglasses from her face, I place them on the table next to her chair before I settle both of my hands on her breasts, taking their gentle weight in my palms and cupping her. Her hard nipples stab my palms and I roll them between my thumb and index finger, pinching slightly, making her cry out.
She likes it a little rough, just like I do. I fucked her last night from behind, pulling her hair, giving her one of many spectacular orgasms. She’s so responsive, so unbelievably into it, into me, and I feel the same exact way.
I can’t get enough of her.
“Are you wet for me?” I ask gruffly. She likes it when I talk dirty to her, too. There are so many hidden depths and secrets to this woman, she’s like a constant puzzle I’m trying to figure out. And once I believe I have her solved, something new pops up, making me realize that she might forever be a mystery to me.
And I like it.
“Why don’t you check and see?” she teases, a hint of laughter in her voice.
Sounds good to me. “Lie back, Jen,” I demand, using my extra-stern boss voice that for whatever reason seems to arouse her too. Jesus, it’s ridiculous how downright combustible we are together.
She does as I command, lying back on the cushy lounge chair, her legs spreading the slightest bit. I notice—I notice everything about her. The smell of her skin, her uniquely sweet fragrance mixed with the distinctive scent of sunscreen. Stray tendrils of hair brush her cheeks, the elegant length of her neck, and the delicate gold chain she’s wearing, a tiny floating heart dangling from it.
Leaning in, I slip my finger beneath the thin chain, playing with the little heart. “I gave you this,” I say, startled to see her wearing it.
Nodding, she swallows hard. I see the movement of her throat. “Yes, you did.”
It was for her high school graduation and I’d been so damn proud to give her something of value back then, even if it was less than two hundred bucks. She’d been so thrilled when I presented the tiny wrapped box to her, hugging me tight after she saw what was inside. Her whispered thank you close to my ear had sent a strange feeling spiraling deep inside me. The way her body fit, nestled so close to mine, tripped me up too.
No way could I ever forget that night. It was one of those moments that’s burned into my memory forever.
The night I realized I saw my best friend’s little sister as something more than a pesky girl trailing after us. The moment I realized that she was an attractive, desirable woman. Funny, how I immediately declared her off limits in my brain. I couldn’t fuck around with my best friend’s baby sister.
And look at us now.
Pushing the worrisome thought from my mind, I trace her collarbone, my gaze lingering on the necklace. “I like that you’re wearing it.”
“I like that you gave it to me.” Reaching up, she touches the necklace as well, our fingers colliding.
Before I say something completely out of hand, I lean in and kiss her, hot and hard and punishing. She yields to me as she always does, her tongue circling mine, her arms going around my neck, pulling me in closer. I swallow her soft, needy moans, touching her all over her body, touching her breasts, her flat stomach, skimming over her curves, until my hands are resting at her hips.
I toy with the skimpy strings that supposedly keep the bikini bottoms on her body, tempted to give them a tug. Pulling away from her, I sit back, watching her. Her breathing is shallow, her chest rising and falling, her skin glistening with the faintest sheen of sweat mixed with sunscreen and lotion and whatever else she’s rubbed on.
Damn, she’s pretty. I want to eat her up. Keep her locked inside my house for hours, days, weeks. Lose myself in her again and again until I can think of nothing else. Only Jen. Jenny. Jennifer.
She’s all three of those women to me.
Reaching out, I brush my finger over her hip bone, tracing it gently until I’m toying with the knotted bow that rests there. Slowly I undo it, watching the string unravel until it’s completely untied. I do the same to the other side, then slowly peel the front of her bikini bottom away, revealing her to me completely.
Sweat beads my brow and I lick my lips. I could eat her up, right here, right now. She spreads her legs some more, revealing pretty, pink glistening flesh, and when I lift my gaze to her face, I find her watching me. Her eyes almost black with desire, her lips parted as if she might be having trouble breathing.