Her hands brushed against his stomach, making him shiver. Then her nimble fingers were on his waistband, fiddling with the thick belt that looped around his waist. She undid it deftly, her fingers going for the button and unsnapping it, then sliding down the zipper. His breath caught in his throat when her fingers brushed against his cotton-covered erection. She touched him, curled her hand around his cock and a strangled groan escaped from deep in his throat.
“You’re hot,” she whispered.
“So are you,” he whispered back, his hand going for the waistband of her pants.
Two could play this game.
Shaking fingers made it difficult to maneuver a zipper, but he managed. Her panties were simple cotton, and he was almost glad to discover they didn’t match the bra.
Women who wore matching panty and bra sets made him nervous. As if they were so perfect, they’d freak if they got messed up. Or even worse, as if they paid a ton of money for their underwear and demanded the same sort of treatment from the men in their life.
He had a feeling if push came to shove he’d tear the panties right off Jenna’s body if that’s what it took. He was that eager to be inside her.
“Hurry, hurry,” she whispered as her hand fell away from him. It was as if she felt the same as he did. Her hips thrust up as his hand dived beneath the fabric of her panties. A little cry of need sounded in her throat when his fingers brushed delicate skin, wispy hairs and then wet, silken heat.
He touched her, his index finger dabbed at her clit, slid through her folds. She was drenched, her cream coated his finger, and when he lifted his head to meet her gaze she actually looked a little embarrassed.
“I find this all…really exciting?” She nibbled on her lower lip again, and damn if he didn’t want a taste.
Leaning in, Brett kissed her, licked at her lower lip as his finger slid inside her body. “I find you exciting.”
She shuddered, the clench of her sheath clamped tight around his finger. He thrust in and out, mimicking what his cock was desperate to do, finger fucking her with not just one but two fingers now. Her hips moved, she ground herself upon his hand shamelessly as she tossed her head back.
He’d never seen a more beautiful, primal sight.
Her pants dropped to puddle around her ankles, and she kicked off her shoes then kicked the pants off. She was completely naked. Her little butt perched on the edge of the cold tile countertop, legs spread, her pretty pink pussy greedily welcoming his fingers. He brushed her plump clit with his thumb, felt the quiver of the tiny bundle of nerves and knew she was close.
He kissed her, hard. Fucked her mouth with his tongue much as he fucked her pussy with his fingers and she cried out against his lips, her entire body suddenly trembling with her release. Sweet cream flooded her pussy, coated his fingers, and he pumped inside her slow, slower, his thumb still playing with her clit and dr
awing out her orgasm.
“Oh God,” she murmured once the shudders had calmed down though her breath still sounded ragged in her lungs. “That was…”
Pure male arrogance surged through him at his ability to make her come so thoroughly and so fast. “Good?”
“Better than good.” She smiled dreamily, her eyes hazy, her cheeks flushed. Her entire body was flushed a soft pink that made him want to haul her away from this stupid countertop and lay her out on her bed.
Where he could have his way with her delectable body for the rest of the night.
“Let’s take this somewhere else,” he suggested before he took her mouth in a sweetly carnal kiss.
“Like my bed?” She withdrew from his kiss, her delicate brows raised.
“Sounds good to me.” He wrapped his hands about her slender waist and lifted her off the countertop, settled her onto her feet.
“But there’s one condition.” She pressed her index finger against his lips, a little smile on her face. God, she was beautiful.
“What’s that?” He licked at her finger, and the heat in her gaze was unmistakable.
“You need to be as naked as me.”
Under My Umbrella: Fated, Book 1
Chapter Three
The afternoon had definitely slipped into a surreal state. From bad nasty rainstorm to cute guy potential to having said cute guy alone in her apartment to…a mind-altering orgasm in her bathroom?
Yeah, definitely surreal and Jenna wasn’t about to complain.