Three Broken Promises (One Week Girlfriend #3)(38)
Author: Monica Murphy

Fuck. Excitement rolls through me as I pull away from her and stand, shedding my T-shirt, jeans, and underwear as fast as possible. I don’t have a f**king condom, which really messes with my game, and her knowing gaze catches mine, saying she gets exactly what I’m thinking about without her saying a word.

“I’m clean,” she murmurs, dropping her gaze so she can study her hands. “I’ve never had unprotected sex in my life. And I’m on the pill.”

I’m shocked. And pleased. I want to be a first for her in at least some way. “Really?”

She lifts her head so our gazes meet once more. “Really.”

Well. We have this one thing in common. “Neither have I.” Meaning I’ve never, ever had sex without a condom either. I’m too f**king scared I might become a father to ever take that sort of risk. Look what happened to my parents. They weren’t supposed to get married. They weren’t even in a serious relationship when my mom got pregnant with me. She roped my dad in, and then they were stuck with each other.

With Jen, for whatever crazy-as-hell reason, I want to say f**k it and toss all worry to the wind. I want to know what it feels like to be inside her with absolutely no barriers. Skin on skin.

A shiver moves over me at the thought.

She eyes me, her gaze wandering down the length of my now nude body, and then she’s standing, all that delicious, lean nakedness on display right in front of me. I love her body. Damn near worship it, really. Three days in and I’m ready to fall on my knees in front of her like some pu**y-whipped ass**le.

For once in my life, I don’t really care.

“Sit.” Sounds like she’s the one who’s in command now and I gladly give in, letting her take the reins for the first time. I’m curious to see what she wants. How she wants it.

No matter what, I know I’ll like it.

I do as she says, settling on the lounger in the dead center, straddling it as I face her. I’m naked and hard as steel, my c**k anxious for her to join me. And then she is straddling me, her knees on either side of my hips, her hands clutching my shoulders. I can feel her, my c**k is brushing against her wetness, and I’m desperate to thrust up inside her, drive in deep.

She moves over me, teasing me, smiling when I groan. “Ssh,” she whispers as she slowly lowers herself onto my cock, taking me in, inch by excruciating inch until I’m completely embedded inside her body. “Oh God, you feel so good.”

My eyes threaten to cross when she starts to move. Slow and hesitant at first, I grip her hips, guiding her onto me. Setting the pace, keeping it leisurely at first, sliding her up and down the length of my cock, going a little deeper with every down thrust. Until we’re picking up the pace, both of us lost to the rhythm of our bodies. She’s snug and wet and warm, the sensation of her clenching tight around my c**k threatening to send me straight into oblivion.

“I’m going to—to—come,” she stutters out when I thrust deep with an almost manic pace. And then she is coming, shuddering all around me, pushing me straight into my own amazing climax.

We cling to each other as we try to calm our frantically reacting bodies. We’re a shuddering, quivering mess, our panting breaths loud in the otherwise quiet of the late morning. I hear a bird chirp, the not-so-distant sound of a car door slamming, and that sound is the one that snaps her out of it, reminds her that yes indeed, we are a part of the land of the living and for a brief moment, we decided to close ourselves off to the world going on around us and do whatever the hell we wanted.

But now real life intrudes and I’m bummed as f**k.

“We should go inside,” she whispers close to my ear, her warm, shuddery breath making me harden all over again. She feels it too, I can tell by the way she shifts against me. Trying to get me deeper.

“Take a shower with me.” I kiss her. We haven’t done that yet. Taken a shower together. I’m suddenly desperate to run my hands all over her soap-slick skin.

“I don’t know . . .” Her voice trails off and I lean away from her, seeing the mischievous smile curving her lips.

Without warning I climb off the chair and hoist her into my arms, ignoring her shriek, her hands slapping against my chest demanding I put her down. I carry her all the way into my bathroom, where I deposit her in my shower and crank on the water, slipping inside the glass enclosure so I can join her.

Where I proceed to wash every inch of her.

Jen

I shouldn’t have taken a shower with Colin. Now I’m sleepy from the warm water, his warm, searching hands, and my third orgasm of the day. It’s barely noon and the man is some sort of lethal weapon. I don’t think I’ve ever had this many orgasms in such a short amount of time.

We’re lying in his giant bed, our clean, naked bodies entwined around each other. He’s dozing, and I’m wide awake with my head resting on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. It calms me, soothes me, and I wish I could lie here like this with him forever.

But I can’t. I haven’t worked up the nerve to tell him I found a roommate yet. I don’t want to ruin the mood. My news will probably make him cranky and I’m just not ready to deal with that.

So I lie here like a liar, pretending everything is fine between us when it’s so not. I knew this would happen. Having sex with Colin is just as good as I knew it would be. Maybe even better. We already share a past, a connection, and now that we’ve pushed our relationship farther, that connection has gone even deeper.

At least for me. For him? I’m not sure.

What’s amazing is that I’ve never felt this way about a man before. Sex was always a means to an end. It’s an act that could almost bore me if I was with the wrong type of guy. And I was with plenty of wrong guys . . .

Resting my hand on his chest, I let my fingers drift down to skim across the muscular ridges of his stomach. We have to go to work in a few hours but I’d rather not. I’d love to stay here in this bed, naked with Colin, talking and laughing and having sex for however long we want.

“Everything okay?”

His deep voice breaks through my thoughts. I lift my head to find him watching me, those clear blue eyes locked on my face, pensive and seeking.

“I thought you were asleep,” I say.

“I was. But you’re tense.” Reaching out, he touches the side of my face, his fingers tracing down my cheek, along my jaw. “What’s bothering you?”

That he knows something is bothering me shows just how well he understands me. I wonder if he even realizes it. “I have some news,” I say, ready to get it over with.