Page 91 of Too Good to Be True

Sitting back on her haunches, she watched him tear open the package and sheath himself. Then he leaned back on his elbows and waited for her next move.

Her previous shyness long gone, she took his erection in both hands and positioned herself over him.

He voiced his pleasure as she slowly lowered herself down, her body stretching to receive him. Once they were joined, he flopped back, gripped her hips, and gazed up at her. “Sexiest damn thing I ever saw.”

Smiling, her body took over, knowing exactly what it wanted and needed even if her brain was still catching up. She slid up and down his shaft, slowly at first and then more vigorously as her orgasm started to build.

He reached up and palmed her breasts, alternating between kneading them and plucking her nipples. Her pleasure intensified while she watched him touch her. Then he trailed one hand over her stomach and down to her needy center. He twirled a finger around her sensitive nub, heightening her arousal even more.

“That’s it,” he said when she tipped her head back and moaned.

She’d thought being on top put her in charge, but she’d been wrong. When she looked down to watch his hand and his erection moving in and out of her, she quickly reached the tipping point.

“Nick!” she shouted as an orgasm ripped through her, shaking her to the core.

He arched his hips and ground out his own release, head tipped back and eyes partially closed.

Once his muscles relaxed beneath her, she carefully lifted herself off him and collapsed onto her back. They lay there for a few minutes, basking in the afterglow, until he broke the silence.

“I need to bring pizza over more often!”

She laughed and placed a kiss on his shoulder.

A minute later, he went into the bathroom to dispose of the condom.

She felt too lazy to raise her head and watch him go, but it was the perfect kind of lazy.

A few minutes later, he crawled back into bed and pulled her close. Lying there with her head on his chest and hearing his steady heartbeat filled her with a deep contentment.

Peering up at him, she saw his eyes were closed, and he wore a peaceful smile.

“Sleepy?” she asked, idly rubbing his chest.

“Just resting my eyes.”

Nestling closer, she was thinking how easy it would be to fall asleep in his arms when the doorbell rang. She sat up with a jolt, and his eyes popped open.

“Wait here,” she said as she scrambled out of bed.

She padded over to the window that overlooked the front yard and driveway. Nudging the curtain open just enough to peek out without being seen, she saw a familiar car parked behind Nick’s.

“Jenna,” she grumbled as she dropped the curtain and reached for her clothes.

“Your sister?”

“Yes.”

He scrambled off the bed and hurriedly started redressing.

The doorbell rang again while Stacy was doing the getting-dressed dance. Why was it that whenever she had to dress quickly, her clothes didn’t want to cooperate?

“Should I go get it?” Nick asked as she struggled to pull her T-shirt over her head.

“No!”

He chuckled, whether because of how she looked or the panic in her voice, she wasn’t sure.

When the doorbell rang for the third time, she and Nick were jogging down the stairs.