Double Clutch - Реинхардт Лиз (книги полностью бесплатно TXT) 📗

“It’s so good to see you, babe.” He was a little breathless when he pulled away. “Are your parents around?”

“No.” I felt a little bit of guilt at how happy that declaration made me feel. “Come in. I mean, do you want to?”

“Seriously?” He grabbed my hand and followed me into the house.

I dragged him to my bedroom and we tumbled on the bed I’d just made. I was lying flat on my back and he was propped on his side, just looking down at me.

“Hi,” I said, and felt shy suddenly.

“Hey,” he smiled, and I put a finger on his eye tooth, then pulled away. He traced a finger down my nose. “You’re so beautiful.”

I swallowed hard. “You too.” He laughed. “Or handsome.”

“Whatever,” he shrugged. “As long as you like what you see, I’m gonna consider myself lucky.” Then he lowered his head and kissed me softly on my lips. I stretched towards him for more, but he pulled back and kissed me on my cheek, then my jaw, then my ear, then my neck, then my collar bone. He stopped at the little dip between my collar bones. He was breathing pretty fast.

“Is it hard to be with me?” I felt nervous about what to do next, how far to go.

“No,” he said too quickly.

“I mean, is it hard to kiss and fool around, even if you know it won’t lead to sex?”

“No.” He shook his head so hard his hair fell into his eyes. “I want to take things slowly with you.”

“You haven’t asked what I want.” I looked him right in his light gray eyes.

“Don’t do that, Bren,” he whispered, pressing his forehead down on my shoulder.

“Do what?”

“Tempt me,” he said in a strangled voice that was muffled by my shirt.

“I’m not trying to.” I immediately felt like a tease.

“I know.” He looked back up at me. “It’s just easy to do more than you mean to. I don’t want to do that to you. But tell me what you want.” He closed his eyes and set his mouth in a hard line.

It was funny to see him so serious. It wasn‘t like I was going to ask him anything crazy. “I want to see you…” I started, then felt myself blush. “I want to see you with your shirt off.”

He looked relieved. He jumped back off of my bed and kicked his boots off. Then he lifted the hem of his shirt a little, showing me a glimpse of flat, hard stomach. I felt, to my complete shame, my mouth start to water.

“Looking good.” I sat up on my elbows.

Jake shook his hips jerkily in what I imagined he thought was a sexy dance. I laughed so hard I could hardly draw breath in.

“Are you ready for this?” He pointed at me and raised his eyebrows.

“I was born ready.” I wiggled on the bed.

He turned so his back was to me and took his shirt off in that weird way guys do it; he pulled the back collar and yanked it over his head.

His back was nice, firm and bulgy with muscles. His shoulders and biceps were also bunched and powerful looking. When he turned, his face was bright red, but I can’t say I looked at it too long. His pecs were hard flat planes of muscle, and his stomach was ridged and defined all the way down.

“Ooh,” I sighed. “You have a real six-pack.”

He smiled and crawled onto the bed, his strong arms boxed around me. I reached my hand up and moved it along his newly revealed body. He closed his eyes. I didn’t. Hello, I had the world’s hottest boyfriend! There was no way I wasn’t going to take a good long look.

I slid my palms along his ridged skin, bumping all the way down to the line of his boxers. It was a little strange to touch him so intimately, but the truth was, I’d thought about doing this a thousand times. If there was one word going through my mind, it was finally. His hips were narrow and a little boney. I could see them at the edge of his pants, which he wore a little too low. I dipped my fingers under the band of his boxers to the skin just above the region where I knew I shouldn’t go. He sucked his breath in through his teeth, and I ran my fingers under the elastic, in the front and back. I wasn’t going to go any farther, and that was a good thing. As far as I’d gone was far enough. I could tell that he was completely hard.

When I pulled my hands away, he let his body settle on top of mine and kissed me deeply, hungrily. I moaned into his mouth and felt my own sound tumble into his body.

He pulled away and steadied himself. He was pressed against me, and it felt good. I liked the fact that he was hard, and I liked that it was because of me.

His hands slid up my shirt, to just under where my bra ended. His fingers felt so hot on my stomach and rib cage that I was surprised it didn’t singe my skin. One thumb, then the other traced the skin just beneath my underwire.

“Is this okay?” he asked vaguely, but I knew exactly what he wanted, and since I wanted it too, I nodded.

His hands pressed up under the cups of my bra, and the contrast of our skin made me gasp. His hands were rough, hard and scratchy. The skin of my breasts was very soft. His hands pulled against them firmly, squeezed and pressed. It didn’t seem like it should possibly feel as good as it did, but it did. He kissed my neck and the space behind my ears. I lifted my hips and rubbed against his thigh, pressing myself to him. He increased the pressure and speed of his sure fingers, and his lips traced down along my neck and to my collarbone.

I was warm and wet from it, and wriggling against him. His hands continued to move over my skin and my breath came out in short pants that made me want to grind my hips against him with more force. When I felt his calloused fingers on my nipples, there was a sudden shuddering between my legs. It felt like it radiated out, filling me with a warm, shaky heat. My body went stiff, and I pressed hard to him and moaned a little. Jake pressed his mouth over mine and kissed me fiercely again.

He closed his eyes and pulled his hands from under my shirt slowly, as if he were using all of the strength in his body to do it.

He rolled off of me, so we were lying next to one another.

Jake stared at the ceiling, breathing heavily. “Did you come?”

“I don’t know.” I was surprised he noticed what I imagined was a very slight tremor in my body. “How would I know for sure?”

He laughed and reached for my hand. When he found it he squeezed hard. “It’s different for guys. I mean, I know when it happens for me.”

“It felt really good.” My voice sounded completely dreamy in my own ears.

“Very glad I could help.” I looked at his profile, the funny crooked smile and his messy hair, and I kissed his ear.