Down Too Deep (Dirty Deeds, #4)(74)

“Don’t tempt me with those sounds. I could cover you in these.”

“I can’t really help it.”

I kissed the mark once more. Then I pulled back and loomed over her, resting my head in my hand. “Wanna go check it out?”

She grinned and shot up, crawling over me to scramble off the bed. She knocked me onto my back.

“Jesus, woman.”

“I’m excited!” Jenna dashed into the bathroom. I heard her suck in a breath. “Oh my God, you animal.”

“What?” I barked out a laugh, sitting up to catch her when she flew out of the bathroom and jumped on the bed. She wrapped her limbs around me. “That’s a very PG hickey,” I told her. “You act like I went all nasty on you.”

“I look like I got attacked by a vacuum.” She wiggled in my lap and kissed my cheek. “I love it. Thanks for popping my hickey cherry.”

“I should be thanked. What a hardship that was.”

Jenna laughed, and we kissed, starting fast and then moving impossibly slowly.

God, I could kiss her for hours.

When she reached between us and wrapped her hand around my hard dick, she smiled again. “Hi there.”

“Hey.”

We kept kissing as we tumbled over together, untangling our bodies to lie side by side on the pillow.

I humped a little into her grip, and when she whispered, “Show me how you do it,” I took over, stroking myself.

Jenna stared at me in wonder, studying the way I jerked off.

Even this felt new. Having her watch me made everything hypersensitive. I was close before I wanted to be.

“Keep going,” she urged when I squeezed the base of my dick, holding myself off.

I gasped and kept stroking. Within seconds, I was there. “Fuck,” I groaned.

Jenna slid closer, holding on to me, and smiled against my mouth as I shot all over her stomach.

“Jesus Christ.” I panted, sagging against the bed. I laughed into her shoulder when she pointed out how nasty I got all over her—using my words from before.

We cleaned up together in the bathroom that time, then returned to bed. We talked and touched, because the two seemed to go hand in hand. Jenna curled against me, pointing out how snuggly and comfy I really was, remembering our day at the Arctic Circle. I laughed and kissed her.

She asked me to stay the night. I told her I never even considered leaving and tucked the covers around us. We fell asleep together.

I woke sometime later with her hands exploring my body. I had no idea what time it was and I didn’t care to check. I lost my mind when Jenna sucked my dick into her mouth and grumbled something about this being a dream.

“It feels like it is,” she whispered.

I grabbed another condom out of my wallet, rolled it on, and encouraged her to get on top. I watched Jenna ride me.

Head on the pillow, I stared at her body as it moved. Her breasts, the soft curve of her waist, her strong thighs as they gripped my hips. I sat up to suck on her nipples. I told her this was my favorite way to wake up, and she smiled against my mouth.

When Jenna was breathless, I flipped us and finished between her legs, our hands linked together beside her head. Her eyes watered through her orgasm. She looked beautiful—moaning my name, her hair messy on the pillow.

I cleaned up alone and fell into bed, pulling her against me. Jenna grumbled how sleepy she was now. I agreed, but neither one of us could stop talking and laughing and touching.

We stretched our night as long as we could.





Chapter Nineteen





JENNA




A quiet banging in the distance roused me awake. I blinked against my pillow, trying to distinguish the sound, as the heavy arm around me threatened to pull me back into slumber.

God, Nathan’s body felt good. Behind me, over me, beside me. I never wanted to move.

The banging grew louder and quicker, splitting into two fast-pounding knocks that echoed each other and rivaled in elevation. I faintly heard voices calling out.

My eyes flew to the clock on my nightstand.

“Shit,” I whispered, squirming out from under Nathan’s arm and scooting out of bed. “Shit! Wake up! My kids are home.” I spun around and gripped Nathan’s shoulder, giving him a shove while keeping my voice low and urgent. “Nathan!”

“Mm?” His eyes remained closed. He grabbed my pillow and pulled it against his chest, grumbling incoherently.

“Really?” I ripped it away from him, tossed it off the bed, and tugged on his arm as the banging on the door continued. He was deadweight. “My kid are here. Kids. Here.”

Nathan’s eyes flashed open.

“I didn’t realize it was this late…Brian said he’d drop them off by ten. God, I feel like we just fell asleep.”

“Probably because we did.” Nathan yawned and rolled to his back, stretching his long body. He rubbed at his face.

I stared at his chest, lower to his abs and then lower still. He was barely covered by the sheet.

Damn, he looks incredible.

I searched the floor around me, grabbing my bra and panties and slipping them on. The laundry basket next to the nightstand was filled with clothes waiting to be folded. I found a pair of pajama shorts and pulled those on as well.

“They can’t see you…Can you sneak out?” I asked.