Under My Umbrella: Fated, Book 1 Page 3

  Brett didn’t protest her suggestion. She watched with unabashed interest as she lay sprawled across her bed, her back propped against the pile of pillows. He stood at the foot of the bed and shrugged out of his T-shirt, revealing delicious flat abs crisscrossed with delineated muscle, gorgeous pecs and silky dark hair in the center of his chest. She wanted to smack her lips with glee at the sight of him. And that was just the top half.

  He hadn’t even gotten to the good stuff yet.

  His dark gaze never left hers as his hands settled on the open fly of his pants. He shucked the belt buckle, yanked it free from the loops on his pants and it fell onto the floor with a loud clang. She studied the peek of black cotton underwear beneath the spread fly, the thrust of his erection pressing against the fabric. Anticipation curled through her, and she sat up straighter, her interest increasing tenfold.

  Twentyfold, one hundredfold. Lord, he knew how to tease. The spark in his dark eyes told her he knew exactly what he was doing to her.

  Torturing her, that’s what. She almost wanted to bark out orders to get this moving.

  Take your pants off! Underwear next! Come closer so I can get a close up of that delicious cock of yours!

  Oh, yeah, as if she’d ever say anything like that. The man made her think foolish thoughts.

  Silly, fun, sexy thoughts. The smile that tickled the corner of her lips couldn’t be held back, and she let forth an unabashed grin.

  “What are you smiling at?” With a single push of his hands, the pants fell from his body, down past trim hips and thick thighs.

  “You,” she answered simply, holding back a giggle when he realized he still had his boots on.

  Big black work boots too. He stood before her in his boxer briefs and with his pants around his ankles, looking kind of foolish and more than a little desperate to get them off.

  The giggle escaped when he turned his back to her with a muttered “excuse me,” and sat on the edge of the mattress. When he bent over to untie the laces, she admired the smooth, tanned slope of his back.

  Jenna had to touch him. Maybe it wasn’t proper but—oh, my God—he was temptation personified. Getting on her hands and knees, she crawled toward him, brushed her lips against the middle of his back, along his ridged spine. He stiffened for the briefest moment before his entire body relaxed, and she got up on her knees, wrapped her arms around his neck. Her breasts pressed into his back, her mouth against the strong column of his neck, and she heard the chuckle rumble in his chest.

  “Can’t resist me?” he teased.

  “I was hoping you couldn’t resist me,” she teased back, amazed at how light and easy it was with him. With her last serious boyfriend she hadn’t felt this comfortable, certainly not when they’d first started dating and having sex.

  Maybe it was easier because she didn’t know this guy. They didn’t have those expectations a couple sets upon each other once they started seeing each other exclusively. What they were experiencing was just about sex.

  That was it.

  Perfect.

  “You’re right. I can’t resist you,” he said, his hand coming up to stroke along her forearm. She shivered from his touch, giggling again when she watched him toe one boot off then the other before he kicked off the offending pants. “Let me go so I can take off my socks.”

  “No way.” She shook her head, her hair brushing against his face. It was wild, she’d caught a glimpse of it on the way out of the bathroom as it hung halfway out its ponytail but she couldn’t worry about it.

  Brett didn’t seem to mind.

  With a slight shrug, he bent forward and she went with him, her breasts smashed against him, her lower body settling against the small of his back. She considered grinding on him but held herself in check.

  For the moment.

  He pulled off his socks and then sat up, turned his head so his face was level with hers, his lips so close she pressed a nipping kiss to them.

  “Are you one of those insatiable types who can’t get enough?” he asked, his expression serious.

  She leaned away a bit and studied his face. What sort of question was that? And was she the insatiable type who couldn’t get enough?

  Any other day and she would’ve answered she was the average woman with an average sex drive. Nothing too outrageous, but she wasn’t a nun either.

  Today though, with Brett, she’d had the urge to jump him since she set eyes on him. Wanted him to quit talking and start touching.

  Touching, kissing, licking, oh yes, all of the above. She wanted the full treatment, she deserved the full treatment and she had a strong feeling this man knew exactly how to deliver.

  “I think I am,” she finally admitted, her voice deliberately soft, her gaze dropping from his. She feigned embarrassment, maybe even a little bit of submission. He reached for her, his long fingers curling around her chin as he lifted her face so she would look at him.

  “I like that about you. Your honesty.” His fingers stroked her chin, along the line of her jaw. Her eyes slid closed, pleasure coursing through her veins at the simple yet effective touch. “Lay down on the bed, Jenna.”

  His quiet command sent a thrill shooting through her, and she withdrew from him, crawled over to her spot and lay flat on her back. She watched him as he followed, his long, hard body crawling up the length of the mattress, up the length of her. Right up over her body until his face hovered above hers, his legs spread on either side of her hips. If she lifted herself the slightest bit she would brush against him, would feel his skin on hers and the realization made her head spin.

  He made her dizzy. He made her weak. He made her want. Oh, how she wanted him.

  A slow smile spread on his face, and his fingers drifted across her cheek, traced her lips. She sucked his finger deep, gave it a little lick and nibble, and he released his breath in an accelerated rush.

  “This is crazy.” Leaning in, he pressed his mouth to hers, stole the breath from her body with one long, drugging kiss and when their lips parted, he pressed his forehead against hers. “Insane.”

  “What’s crazy and insane?” She stared into his eyes, enjoying the connection they seemed to share.

  “This. We just met. Outside. In the rain.” He laughed and she joined in but then his expression grew serious. He kissed her again, as if he couldn’t resist, and she knew she certainly couldn’t.

  The kisses went on forever, slow, thorough explorations of each other’s mouths that reminded her of the great make out sessions of her teenaged youth. She wanted more, gave him indications with subtle shifts of her body, blatant brushes of her fingers against his cock. He still wore his underwear and she played with the waistband, slid her hands beneath the fabric to run her palms over the muscled deliciousness of his ass.

  “You got condoms?” he asked once he came up for air.

  She nodded and pointed in the direction of her bedside table. “In there.”

  Ooh, she hoped he didn’t think she was a slut, but she was a safety girl first and foremost. Like the Girl Scout of Sex or whatever.

  Brett pulled open the drawer on her bedside table with such force she was surprised he didn’t yank it completely out. He rummaged through, pulled out a small bullet vibrator and showed it to her. “Interesting.”

  Her cheeks heated, and she lunged for the vibrator, but he held it away from her. “I should’ve grabbed the condom.”

  He laughed and admired the sleek little silver bullet in his hand. “Yeah, but then I wouldn’t have found this? Shall we use it later?”

  Liquid heat flooded her pussy at the vision of watching Brett stroke the vibrator against her clit, his big fingers holding it nice and steady, a naughty expression on his face as he watched her writhe in pleasure.

  Oh, yeah…

  “Why not now?”

  “I’m too anxious to get inside you,” he admitted, dropping the vibrator back into the drawer and pulling a wrapped condom out instead. “We’ll play with toys later.”

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sp; Why did it give her a little thrill that he was so eager to be inside her? She felt just as eager, her legs restlessly tangling with his, her hands smoothing over his butt again. Tugging at his underwear so they slipped down and he helped her ease them off until he was just as naked as she was.

  Finally. Skin to skin, he was so hot, so deliciously solid. He lifted away from her, and she immediately wanted to protest. Watched instead with admiration as he rolled the condom on his more than impressive cock.

  Oh my, and it really was impressive. Long and thick and weeping at the slit, she almost wished he hadn’t rolled the condom on. Wished instead she could have a taste of him. Sample the goods so to speak.

  She had a feeling they would both enjoy it.

  Brett came back over her, a hot yet tender expression on his handsome face. She felt the thrust of his cock against her pussy, and she spread her legs, preparing for him, anxious for him to find his way inside. Leaning down, he kissed her, his lips damp, warm, his tongue like velvet sliding into her mouth.

  And then he pushed himself inside, one slick thrust that buried him balls deep.

  Jenna gasped. He quite simply took her breath away.

  She felt…amazing. The hot, tight clasp of her pussy around his throbbing cock, her legs wrapped around his waist sent him deeper. He didn’t want to move, was afraid he might end it before it really began, and he took a deep breath. Closed his eyes. Struggled for control.

  He felt her lips brush against his chest, and he started to shake. What was this woman doing to him? He could hardly function having her like this, connected with her, her mouth on his skin, her scent wrapping around him. Jenna consumed him, and yet he barely knew her. She was a virtual stranger.

  A stranger he felt very, very close to.

  Slowly, carefully, he withdrew from her, earning a groan from Jenna as she settled herself against the mattress. He watched her, the myriad of emotions that crossed her expressive face, the way her mouth pursed when he thrust extra deep. Her breathing increased, the flush on her chest darkened, and she moved with him, a gentle push and pull that brought him that much closer to orgasm.

  Damn, he hoped she was close. No way could he last much longer.

  “You feel good,” she murmured, her body stretching beneath his, her legs clamped tighter about his waist.

  “So do you.” He began to move in earnest, wanting to make it good for her, wishing he could make it last, but he knew that wasn’t going to happen. Reaching between them, he touched her clit, flicked at the swollen bundle of nerves, and her entire body tensed.

  “Do that again,” she urged, and he did, timing his flicks with his thrusts, feeling the familiar gathering at the base of his spine. He was gonna blow, there was no stopping it, and he stiffened above her, held onto it for that tiny millisecond before he tumbled over the edge and straight into orgasm.

  She followed right after him, he could tell by the little whimpers that sounded in her throat, the way her body shook and throbbed beneath him. Again and again, he came. The shudders wracked his body until he slumped against her, weak, satiated.

  Smiling so big it was a wonder it didn’t crack his face.

  “Wow,” she whispered once her breathing had calmed, her lips so close to his ear he felt the brush of them against his lobe.

  He shivered at the intimate touch and looked down at her. Jenna’s smile matched his, and he wondered what he’d just stumbled upon here. With this woman and what they just shared.

  It had been unlike any other sexual experience he’d ever been involved in. Ever.

  That was saying a lot. He was thirty. He’d been around a time or two. Nothing too outrageous but he’d had his share of experiences. Some of them bad, most of them pretty good and a few that were absolutely phenomenal.

  But this, this moment that they just shared, it outshone everything before it. As if he couldn’t even remember what he’d done before he met Jenna.

  Corny as hell, sappy like one of those chick flicks he hated to watch but damn it, it was the truth.

  “Did you like that?” he asked, brushing a few stray, damp tendrils of brown hair away from her forehead.

  “Mmm, hmm.” She stretched beneath him again, her legs sliding away from his hips. She reminded him of a satisfied cat.

  “Well, give me a few minutes and then we can do it again,” he suggested as he moved away from her and climbed off the bed. He disposed of the condom in the bathroom and strolled back into her bedroom, the smile still curving his lips.

  She watched him, naked and inviting, her lips swollen from his kisses, her hair a tumbled mess about her head. She pushed her knees up, feet planted on the mattress and giving him a perfect view of the pink, glistening depths of her pussy.

  His mouth watered at the sight. He was dying to taste her. Even his cock gave a half-hearted attempt at interest, and it hadn’t even been five minutes since he came.

  “Again, huh?” She moved her knees from side to side, twirled a strand of wavy hair about her finger. A temptress driving him mad with lust, no doubt.

  She was doing a great job.

  “Oh, definitely again.” He joined her on the bed and lay down by her side, his hand resting on the gentle slope of her stomach. Her skin was soft, warm, and he caressed her, heard her sharp inhalation of breath. “Again and again and again…”

  She pushed her face into his and kissed him. “I like the way you think,” she murmured against his lips.

  Brett just flat out liked the way she felt.

  He didn’t want this night to end.

  Under My Umbrella: Fated, Book 1

  Chapter Four

  “Why do I get the sense you’re keeping something from me?”

  Jenna smiled at her friend Morgan and took a sip of her latte. “I’m not hiding anything. I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

  “Liar,” Morgan muttered, shaking her head. “You look like the cat that just ate the canary.”

  Hmm, more like the woman who just fucked a delicious man all night long. Yes, indeed her body was still sore, but when was the last time she’d gone at it like that? Literally all night long. He kept waking her up, and she’d protested at first, batted away his hands, murmuring a few “I’m tired” phrases for good measure. But then he would kiss her, or touch her, or that one time when she woke up with his tongue between her legs, well, she hadn’t been able to resist.

  At all.

  “I’m just glad it’s uh…Wednesday.” She had to think about that for a minute. Last night’s escapades had destroyed so many brain cells she’d forgotten what day it was.

  “Right.” A little snort escaped Morgan. “Give me the details. Who is he?”

  Man, her friend was perceptive. They both worked in the accounting department of a large advertising firm. In the boring section of an otherwise exciting yet stressful business, they’d complained more than once.

  Oh, well. At least the pay was steady, the job solid and the benefits ideal. And she’d met and become close friends with Morgan and a few others at the office. Jenna certainly couldn’t complain.

  “You’re going to kill me,” Jenna started, knowing without a doubt that she was going to get an earful from Morgan once she gave her the details.

  Morgan quirked a brow. “That scandalous, huh? Don’t tell me you picked him up in a bar.”

  “No, no, no much classier than that.” Jenna waved a hand. “I saw him yesterday afternoon when I got off work early.”

  “What do you mean? And it was raining like crazy when you left.”

  Jenna had put in so many hours on a particular project lately that when she wrapped it up yesterday just after lunch she’d decided to go home early. Talk about fate.

  I never believed in fate before.

  Well, maybe now she did.

  “Yes, it was raining. I had my umbrella. I was walking home, and he was just ahead of me. He was soaked. Drenched and I had to check him out because he had a really fine butt.” Jenna nibbled her lower
lip after that admission.

  Morgan rolled her eyes. “Oh, my God.”

  “Well, he did. Anyway, I had to catch up with him to see if the face matched the fine butt, and it did. Oh, how it did. So he spotted me checking him out and asked if I would share my umbrella and the next thing I know he’s in my apartment and he’s, uh, he’s…”

  Jenna’s voice trailed off, her thoughts wandering to yesterday. In her bathroom, his hand between her legs, his mouth fused to hers. Giving her the best orgasm of her life.

  “Yeah, yeah I get it, I know what he’s doing.” Morgan’s expression went motherly, stern and serious. “You didn’t even know this guy and you invited him into your apartment? After you shared your umbrella with him and that was it? How crazy are you? He could’ve been a killer.”

  “I know. The thought went through my head of course.” It had. But she’d been so dazzled with the smile and the dark hair and the deep voice that she’d let those silly fears slide on by. Concentrated on the dreamy, delicious man in her arms instead.

  “Right but he was so good looking you forgot about it.”

  Morgan knew her too well.

  “He’s a firefighter. Killers aren’t firefighters,” she pointed out, trying to justify it.

  “Oh, you don’t know that for sure. Give me a break.”

  “He’s really sweet,” Jenna admitted, her voice gone soft. Morgan studied her closely. “We had a lot of fun, he was easy to talk to and I have to admit, the sex was phenomenal.”

  “Rub it in,” Morgan muttered. It had been ages since she’d gotten laid, the both of them had complained to each other countless times over the last few months. “Now you have that ‘I just got fucked’ glow and I’m totally jealous.”

  Jenna couldn’t help but smile, and she touched her cheek. She probably did have that “I just got fucked” glow. “We’re getting together tonight. Going on a real date.”