Page 88 of Second Time Around

Twenty-Four

Beck and Jenna tumbled into bed, soaking wet. Laughing, they peeled off their sodden clothes and tossed them onto the floor. Once they were naked, they fell back again in a tangle of damp limbs.

“We could have dried off first,” she mumbled against his lips.

“I didn’t want to wait.”

He sucked on her lower lip until she moaned and wriggled closer. Her nipples were hard points, and goosebumps covered her arms.

“Are you cold?”

“A little, but you can warm me up.”

“Gladly.” With that, he started kissing his way down her body—lips, chin, throat… Then he traced her nipple with his tongue while he plucked the other one with his fingers.

She arched her back, effectively raising her breasts to his eager mouth. After lavishing attention on both breasts, he moved a hand down between her legs and gently probed.

“Beck…”

It sounded like a plea instead of a scolding, so he continued to touch her in the way he knew she liked. She looped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his, parting them with her tongue.

Soon she slid a hand between them, took hold of his erection, and began stroking him too.

“Jenna…” He loved the feel of her hands on him and the way her body molded perfectly to his.

She expertly massaged his manhood from base to tip, using his own wetness as a lubricant. In the meantime, he inserted a finger deep inside her until he alighted on the spot that made her…

“Ohmigod. I’m coming…”

Her hand went slack on his erection as she was swept away by her climax, bucking wildly into his hand. She struck the pose that he’d quickly come to love—head tipped back, eyes closed, and mouth partially open, the look of a woman in the throes of ecstasy, fully embracing her pleasure and surrendering to it.

He waited until she came back to herself before he scrambled off the bed to get a condom. When he returned, she was lying there, legs spread wide and a sexy smile on her face.

There was no mistaking the invitation, and he didn’t hesitate to accept it. He carefully crawled over her, placed his erection at her entrance, and slowly guided it inside.

“Yes,” she breathed as he filled her.

Once rooted, he tried to go slow, but he was already so riled up from watching her come that he was right on the edge. She wrapped her legs around his thighs and used her heels to pull him in and spur him on.

He buried his face in her sweet neck and nibbled while his lower half began thrusting in earnest. Soon that blissful feeling would overtake him and make him forget his own name, but first he tipped his head up to gaze at her.

The expression on her face blew him away. She gazed back at him, her eyes brimming with desire, affection, and love. Right then, he knew that she still loved him, whether she wanted to admit it or not, just as he loved her.

Then she cupped his face, pulled him forward, and gave him an earth-shattering kiss. Soon his climax ripped through him, and she held on tight, riding it out with him. After the tremors subsided, he rolled to his side and gathered her close.

She rested her head on his chest, and he stroked her silky hair and relished the feel of her warm body nestled against his. They were quiet for a time until she broke the silence.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

His hand stilled on her hair. “What for?”

“For misjudging you. For not trusting you. For so many things.”

“Hey.” He tipped her chin up and looked her in the eye. “You don’t have to apologize.”

“Yes, I do. Since you came back, you’ve been wonderful to me, but I didn’t want to accept it. I kept looking for ulterior motives, and now…” She seemed to have run out of breath, and she swallowed hard.

“Now what?” he said softly.