Page 46 of Summer Affair
“Just once more, but even gentler. And slow. If I were there, I’d go so slow you’d be trying to push into my hand.”
“Then let me try that.” She did and the sensation caused her to arch off the chair with pleasure. She pushed harder, only this time she looked at him. “If you were here, I’d put one hand beneath the towel and squeeze gently.”
“If I were there, there’d be no towel,” he told her.
God, she wished he was there. With her. Naked in her bed. His body wrapped around hers. “Then lose the towel, Mr.MVP. It’s only fair.”
“I’d say fair would be tit for tat.”
“We haven’t gotten there,” she teased, then nearly choked when he dropped the towel. Her gaze slowly slid down his body, stopping south of the border. “Now give a gentle squeeze.”
“Lady’s choice.” He slid his hands down, giving a stroke, then two, before a gentle squeeze.
“Do it again. I like watching.”
“Together. Take a single finger and slip it inside, then out, and back in.” Her breathing became labored as her hand moved in a rhythm. “Add a second one.”
“Only if you move your hand faster,” she said on a breath.
He moved faster, matching his pace to hers, watching her watch him and she was so close she could feel it. The way her body tensed, coiling so tight she was about to snap.
Less than five minutes and he had her so close to an orgasm she was one slide from going off like a firework.
“Clay,” she moaned. “I’m there. It’s just right there, but I can’t … seem … to …”
“Pretend I’m right there, my mouth on yours, my fingers entwined with yours, my body pressed fully against you, where everything I do is with one thing in mind. To see you explode.”
That was all it took. His voice in her ear, whispering, letting her know that he found her desirable and sexy, and she was able to let go—of the past and the hurt and the fear. And just feel.
“Clay,” she groaned.
“I’m right with you.” And then she heard him reach the edge and fall over and over. She watched his body tighten, loved the way he locked eyes on her as he came and when they were both done, his forehead was resting against the window. He was breathing heavy and she knew he felt something too.
“That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he said.
“This is the sexiest thing I’ve ever done,” she admitted.
He smiled. “Then we’re going to work on that,” he said. They both listened to the other breathe until they returned to normal, and her body sank back into the chair.
“Night, Cupcake.”
Chapter Fourteen
Resolutions from Jillian’s Journal
To date someone who looks at
me the same way I look at doughnuts.
Monday couldn’t have come sooner. Clay’s mental countdown clock activated the second Jillian agreed to be his assistant coach, then sealed it with coming apart while he watched.
He knew she still had a few hours before her time would free up—she was putting the finishing touches on a wedding cake—so he’d offered to drive Sammy to camp. He was about ten minutes early, but he wanted to see her.
He wanted to kiss her and do a lot more, but he’d settle for an extended “good morning.”
While they’d spoken every day when she dropped off his breakfast, they hadn’t spoken about that night because Sammy had always been around. Which was fine with him. The more he got to know the kid, the more Clay came to like him. But today, he needed a moment alone with Jillian to check in with her.
So, after his workout, he’d texted her to make sure it was okay if he swung by a few minutes early. She immediately replied with a yes, followed by a cute wave from her kitchen window. A place she seemed to frequent during his workouts, which made him smile.
