Page 35 of One More Chance
“I’m trying not to look,” he says.
“Why?”
“Because you’re shirtless.”
“It’s the same as a bathing suit.” I laugh.
“Oh, right.”
Looking down, I realize I didn’t make it into the lingerie, which is still balled at my feet.
His eyes sweep down, seeing the same pool of lace, and he reaches for it. “Were you…trying to put this on?” he asks, one eyebrow raising.
“Yeah,” I say, hiccupping. Oh great. The hiccups.
“Why?”
“To be sexy.”
“You don’t need this to be sexy,” he says, shaking his head and smiling.
I look down again. My sports bra is slightly twisted to the side. I’ve had it for so long, there’s a hole right at the elastic. The panties I’m wearing are pink with white polka dots. Not exactly sex panties. Nothing even matches. “Right, I’ve got so much sexy going on.” Sarcasm drips from every slurred word as I sweep my hands down over my body.
Turning to lift myself up, I hear him mumble something that sounds like, “If you only knew,” under his breath.
But when I ask him what he said he tells me, “Nothing.” Then he helps me sit on the bed and looks around.
“Do you still want to put this on?” he asks, holding up the lace contraption.
“Too late now,” I say, throwing my body back on the bed, legs still hanging over the side.
“Okay, I’ll find something else,” he offers.
“Forget it. You’ve already seen me, doesn’t matter now,” I slur. I look up out of one open eye and Jensen’s standing there, his hands in his pockets, eyes skimming the room. “Sit down, silly.”
He sits on the bed but not close enough that I can easily reach out and touch him. I have to stretch and lean just to put my fingertips on him.
“Maybe I should get your sister,” he says.
“I don’t want my sister. I want you.” I roll my body toward him and even through glossy eyes, I watch him swallow as his eyes sweep over my body. “Just lie with me.”
I reach my hand out for him, but every move he takes is measured. He slowly leans back, propping an elbow up underneath him. We’re face to face now and if I scoot a little closer, I can kiss him again.
“Does this mean we aren’t having grilled cheese with pickles as promised?” he asks.
“Oh man, that sounds so good right now. I can make it to the kitchen, I think.” I attempt to lift myself up, but Jensen pats me back down into place.
Laughing, he says, “Even if you could make it down there, I think you’d burn them. We can have them tomorrow.”
Silence settles over us after the laughter subsides and I can feel the heat now. “I know what we can do instead of eat sandwiches,” I say.
“What?” he asks.
I silently reach for the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer to me. His lips part as he scoots closer and I fix my eyes on them. I reach up and press mine against his, feeling him exhale against me. His hand, previously in the air and unsure what to do, wraps around me and pulls me closer. I part my lips, and immediately feel his tongue against mine. He sucks on my bottom lip and leans in, pressing his chest to mine so my back falls flat against the bed. His knee parts my legs and I claw at his back as the intensity of his kiss deepens.
Lowering my hands, I feel for the edge of his shirt and tug on it. Off. This has to come off.Suddenly desperate to feel the warmth of his skin against my own, I peel it over his head and watch him cast it aside. My hands continue exploring his chest and stomach, his flexed muscles growing rigid under my touch.
Jensen’s mouth drops to my neck and I moan in his ear. This causes a reaction in him because his hands fist into the skin on my thigh and into my hair. My hands explore lower still, my thumbs pressing into his hip bones. I feel the edge of his briefs graze my fingertips and a jolt of excitement travels my spine. My fingers slip in against his warm skin and I reach lower. I’m almost to my naughty destination when he grabs my hand.