Down Too Deep (Dirty Deeds, #4)(84)

A warm look passed over her face. “So are you.”

“What were you thinking about before? You can tell me.”

Jenna bit her lip and shook her head.

“Come on…” I rubbed her side. “I want to know.”

Shit, I felt like I needed to know. Had any thought ever been this important?

“I wish you’d been the boy in my freshman psych class,” she blurted. Her eyes closed and pinched shut. “Um…yeah, I totally said that.”

I stared at her. I couldn’t blink. Breathe. I didn’t dare move.

“I just…I wish there was some way I could have everything I have right now.” She looked at me then. “And you could have everything you have, minus…I wouldn’t want the bad things too. I’d never want that…What I mean is, if there were a way it could’ve been you instead, but obviously I wouldn’t want to take away what you had with Sadie. That’s not what I mean.”

Jenna flinched and sat up, kneeling beside my hip. She quickly gathered the sheet in front of herself, tucking it underneath her arms and around her thighs so she was covered.

“See, this is why I didn’t want to admit this—I know exactly what I’m trying to say and it’s coming out all wrong…” She started rushing through the rest. “What I meant to say was, if there were a way to keep things how they are now, with the kids, but change how it happened…for me.” Her hand flattened to her chest. “Change it for me, not you. I don’t mean you, Nathan. I’m not saying—”

I jerked upright and kissed her.

Jenna moaned when our lips touched. Her breath was quick against my mouth. “I’m sorry…I know how that sounded. I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Stop.” My hand slid from her cheek to the back of her neck. I guided her down to her side, pulling the sheet away and rolling Jenna onto her back.

She stared up at me, expecting me to say more, and I couldn’t. I couldn’t think to speak. My heart was pounding too loud. I could barely hear Jenna’s quiet begging voice when I began to kiss my way down her body, let alone the thoughts I was trying to grasp at.

I didn’t dare move before. I couldn’t stop myself now.

I kissed her breasts, her ribs, the sweet dip in her stomach and lower. I hovered my mouth between her legs and watched her eyes roll closed as I breathed in and out, right fucking there.

“Nathan.” She gasped, spreading her thighs wider. Urging me.

I nuzzled my mouth against her pussy.

Jenna whimpered and pushed her hand into my hair. She held me still when I tongued her clit like she never wanted me to move, but when I licked lower between the folds of her sex, she jerked her hips up and pressed herself against my mouth. She rocked into the pleasure.

“God…oh God, please,” she begged. Her stomach quivered underneath my hand.

I slid my touch up her body and squeezed her breast. I worked her with my tongue, licking where she grew wettest, and sucked on her clit until she trembled against the bed. And when she arched her back and shook against my mouth, I didn’t dare close my eyes.

Jenna panted and writhed as she came, gripping my hair and tugging, her pretty voice crying out.

Again, still, I couldn’t speak. I could only move.

Her legs fell heavy against the mattress as I slid them from my shoulders and then curled around my waist when I crawled up her body. I sank over her.

We kissed long and deep. Jenna moaned when she felt how hard I was, trapped between our bodies. She tried peering down to see it. Her hand sought me out and cupped the tip.

“I want you,” she said.

Move, I thought.

I pushed up, straightening my arms, and reached for the nightstand to grab another condom.

On my knees between her bent legs, I rolled the rubber down my shaft, then covered Jenna’s body with mine again and pushed inside her.

Finally, finally, words flooded my mouth. I chased after my thoughts, sharing every single one as they came to me. I couldn’t stop giving them to her.

I told Jenna how amazing she was. How again, this was too good. How is this real? Tell me. I said she made my favorite sounds. And after I came seconds before she did, I pressed my mouth to her ear and told her how hard I was again already. How I’d never been this into someone before.

I said everything short of admitting I felt the same way she did, that I wished it had been me in her psych class too. That I knew exactly what she had been trying to say and how she said it perfectly to me. No one could’ve said it better. I didn’t think those words were needed. She had to know…

I was out of my mind for this woman. How could she not see it?





Chapter Twenty-One





JENNA




After Shay dropped the girls off with freshly painted nails, Nathan offered to make us dinner. A gesture I was beyond excited about—no man had ever made me dinner before. Not one I was dating anyway. He also insisted on handling all preparations and forced me over to the table after I kept grabbing ingredients to rinse, chop, and/or dice, even after he told me not to.

“I said I’ll do it. Do I need to tie you down?” Nathan asked low in my ear, pulling out one of the kitchen chairs and guiding me to sit.

“I’m sorry! I can’t help it.” I laughed. “I’m just used to doing everything. It’s weird when I don’t. And it isn’t like I mind lending you a hand…”