Not Quite Enough (Not Quite #3)(33)
Author: Catherine Bybee

Damn if her panties didn’t match her bra. The scent of her sun-kissed skin, the slight taste of salt on his tongue, made him want even more of her.

Monica kicked her shorts free and leaned up on her elbows. “Your turn, Barefoot. Those shorts look very uncomfortable.”

He liked the nickname, found it endearing.

She helped his shorts down his hips and smiled. “Commando?”

“Panties are for girls.”

She giggled and traced a fingernail down his hip.

His entire body shivered and his sex reached for her.

Monica hesitated. “Condom?”

He reached for his shorts, removed his wallet.

She released a breath and traced his skin to the tip of his cock. When her hand gripped him fully, his head tipped back and he closed his eyes. So good. She felt so f**king right.

Monica sat up. Before he knew what she was about, the tip of her tongue sought him. “Christ.” His hand caught the back of her head. He should be more of a gentleman, this being their first time, but he couldn’t push her away. The warm cavern of her mouth took him in. He pushed back the instant desire to release and focused on the pleasure of her touch.

He hadn’t been this ready to go since he was a high school kid with his first girl behind the bleachers at the school.

“Hold up, Monica.” He was panting.

She released him with a slight pop and smiled up into his eyes.

“What’s the matter, Barefoot? Too much for you?”

He eased her back to the ground and wedged his knee between her thighs. The moist center of her body rode his thigh. “I’m not going without you.”

His finger caught the edge of her panty and dipped inside. His angel, his white light, was more than ready for his touch. Pink underwear skidded across the cave floor and Monica was reaching for his wallet.

He laughed and helped her find the condom. He rolled it on and nestled between her legs. “Please, Trent,” she begged when he leaned close but didn’t move within her. He met her lips again instead and kissed her until she squirmed. When her hand moved between them, placing him where she wanted, he held his breath as he sank into her.

The soft blue of her eyes, which always seemed cold, now melted into the dim light of the cave. She gave him more room and sighed when she took every inch of him.

“So good,” she murmured.

It was. She was.

Her hands moved over his hips, his ass, guiding him closer. There was no slow pace, no easy dance. This was where passion removed all thought except the ultimate goal. He kissed her hard and felt her legs crawl up onto his back and wedge him in. The fast staccato of their breaths matched their pace. Her body squeezed him inside, out, long before he heard the change in her breathing.

He forced back the wave of release again, waiting, moving inside her so deep he wanted to crawl inside and never leave.

When she called his name and her body gripped him hard, he released the wave and allowed the warmth to rush over him.

This was what heaven tasted like.

Chapter Thirteen

Monica remembered the long conversations filled with talk about sex she’d had with her sister and her friends in her early years. She’d anticipated nothing but greatness for her first time. They did mention that intercourse would hurt the first time… but with the right partner that pain would be minimal and pleasure would soon follow.

What a crock of shit. Pain, serious get-the-fuck-off-of-me pain, didn’t evolve into anything other than a mess the first time. Andrew, her first lover, wasn’t all that experienced in the art of making love. It was damn near over before they got started. It happened the summer after her senior year in high school. Unlike most of her friends who’d lost their virginity somewhere between tenth and eleventh grade, Monica wasn’t in a hurry to give it up. It helped that Jessie had gotten pregnant in school and constantly told Monica that it wasn’t worth it. Jessie may have loved Danny from the very first moment she saw him, but being a single parent had always been a struggle. Monica figured she needed to finish school and have a life plan before complicating anything with sex.

Andrew didn’t stick around, big shock there… and another opportunity didn’t present itself for months. She’d gone on the pill long before Andrew, and after one semester in nursing school she never, not once, made love without a condom. Her next experience was with an intern. Monica knew going into the affair he was a player. That didn’t bother her in the least. She was determined to find out what the big fuss was about sex. Who better to show her than someone who made women’s panties weep with want after just a look. He had been sexy, suave, and skilled enough between the sheets to keep Monica coming back.

Eventually her intern moved on… or maybe that was her. She kept her lovers at a distance, didn’t see them very much outside of the bedroom… why should men be the ones with reputations as players?

Even through all her exploits, never once did she roll away from her lover and think to herself, “now that is what everyone is talking about.”

Until now.

The orgasm Trent delivered ricocheted her body somewhere into the stratosphere and it was going to take NASA to bring it back.

“Good God, Barefoot, we have to do that again.”

Trent hadn’t caught his breath yet and lifted his face, which was buried into her neck, to look at her. A self-satisfied smile radiated all the way to his eyes.

Something inside the Ice Queen started to thaw.

“Right now?” he teased.

She clawed his back and felt sand beneath her fingertips. “I’ll let you rest. Maybe after a swim.”

“How nice of you,” he said with a laugh. He rolled to his side and pulled her with him. He blew out a breath as if saying damn that was amazing.

“I know, huh?”

He kissed the top of her head in response.

“I didn’t even mind the sand… much.” It was everywhere. Sticking to her skin wherever Trent touched.

“The sand sucks.”

She kissed his jaw and moved away from him a few inches. Her body buzzed with energy and a need to move. “How about that swim? Wash off?”

He placed his hands behind his head and watched as she reached for her underwear. The smile on his face never fell. “You’re beautiful,” he told her, making her pause. His stare was a little unnerving. It seemed there was something else he wanted to say but didn’t.

She dropped her hand to his leg. “You’re all kinds of sexy yourself, Barefoot.”

He reached for her then, and kissed her. When he pulled away he took the bra from her fingertips and tossed it to the side. “No need for this.” He stood and brought her with him. “When will you have the opportunity to skinny-dip on a beach again?”