Page 70 of Second Time Around

Nineteen

Beck carried her through the house and into the first-floor master suite. He kicked the door shut behind him and set her down. They were still soaking wet, and although she was wrapped in a towel, she shivered.

“You’re cold,” he said, rubbing her arms with his hands. “We should dry off.”

She nodded and followed him into the connected bathroom.

He flicked on a light and pointed to a plush white towel hanging on the towel bar. “You can dry off in here, and I’ll wait outside.”

“Okay,” she said, suddenly feeling shy. He turned and went out, gently closing the door behind him.

She stripped out of her wet swimsuit and hung it over the shower door. Then she pulled the fluffy towel off the rack and dried herself off. Her skin tingled as she rubbed the fabric over her body, her every nerve ending on edge.

She heard Beck moving around outside the door and imagined he was naked too. It had been a long time since she’d seen all of him, but she remembered what he looked like everywhere. Suddenly she couldn’t wait any longer. She quickly ran her fingers through her damp hair, wrapped the towel around her body, and tucked it in over her breasts.

She’d been aroused since they’d first started kissing, her nipples hard and achy and her center damp and needy. Sitting on his lap and feeling the weight of his erection between her thighs had done this to her. She wanted to feel him again, but this time without any barriers.

She opened the bathroom door and, to her delight, saw that he was only wearing a towel too. Her gaze roamed over his broad chest and further down to where the towel dipped below his waist. His erection jutted out against the material, and she swallowed hard.

“Hi,” she said, leaning against the doorframe for support.

“Hi.”

His eyes shimmered with longing and admiration, and her shyness slipped away. She moved toward him, noticing how his chest heaved as she came closer. She stopped in front of him and placed her hands on his pecs.

His arms coiled around her waist, and he gently tugged her forward. “Are we really doing this?” he said, his voice catching.

“Do you want to?”

“God, yes. I’ve wanted to for what feels like forever.”

She smiled up at him. “Me too.” She slid her hands up his chest and then buried them in the damp hair at the nape of his neck.

“Can I tell you something?”

“Um-hmm.”

“I’m a little nervous,” he admitted.

“So am I.”

“Good. That makes me feel slightly better.”

She giggled, feeling more like a teenager than an experienced adult. She’d wanted him as a teenager, but she wanted him even more as a man.

She untangled herself from him and stepped back, chuckling at the concerned look on his face.

“I’m not going anywhere,” she said. Then she put her hands on the towel, above her breasts, tugged it open, and let it fall to the floor.

Exposing herself to the cool air caused her nipples to pucker even more, or maybe it was from him staring at them and licking his lips.

“Jenna…”

“Your turn,” she said and motioned to his towel.

Keeping his eyes locked on hers, he loosened the towel, and in a whoosh, it too hit the floor. Her breath hitched as she took him in, every glorious inch of him backlit by the moonlight filtering in through the blinds.

The next thing she knew, she was swept off her feet and cradled in his strong arms. She nuzzled her face against his warm chest and inhaled his masculine scent as he carried her to the bed and gently set her down on it. Then he stretched out alongside her and pulled her close, burying his nose in her hair.