expecting a full report tomorrow. Well, June wasn’t. And Scarlett probably didn’t want any details seeing as how Jonah was her brother and all. But I was still looking forward to this grand experiment.
I was tired of doing nothing but sleeping in his bed. We had chemistry on our side. And judging from the morning wood Jonah sported this morning we had biology, too. It was time to initiate a reaction.
The rain was slower under the trees, but it was still soaking. My white tank clung to the psychedelic sports bra underneath, and my nipples hardened to points.
“Shelby?” His voice was strained.
“What? Oh my god. Do you see a bear?” I whispered, scanning the forest beyond our bikes.
Getting mauled would seriously hinder the seduction experiment tonight.
Not spotting any forest monsters, I looked at him and noticed he was looking at me.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
He shook his head, smiling wryly. “Nothing’s wrong. No bears. I just thought now would be a good time to kiss you.”
Another roll of thunder rumbled. This one I felt in my bones as Jonah’s mouth, wet and firm, found mine.
There was an urgency here.
A beautiful, painful urgency. And if he was going to back off again or we were going to be interrupted by—God, please not a bear—I was going to develop the equivalent of lady blue balls. I wanted him so keenly it hurt. The ache between my legs went deeper than just flesh and muscle. It was visceral.
I wanted Jonah to know he was wanted. To let me remind him what that felt like.
Nerds interested in sociology and biology and motivation turned out to be rather excellent lovers. I prided myself on being good at sex.
As if reading my mind, he dragged me to him, spreading my legs so I straddled him, his back braced against a tree trunk.
His erection, that biological miracle of blood flow and arousal, nestled between my legs causing the breath to catch in my throat. He felt ready. But I needed to know. Needed to hear the words.
“Jonah,” I said, dragging my lips from his.
“What?” He pulled me back. Tasted me deeper. His hand fisted in my hair. And when I moaned, I felt the hard length of his shaft twitch against me.
“Are you sure you want to?” I breathed. “I don’t want you to feel pressured or to have any regrets afterward.”
He eased back an inch, far enough for me to see the amused curve on the lips I’d just voraciously kissed.
“I’m sure, Shelby. I want you.”
Hallelujah!
“That’s convenient because I really, really want you,” I confessed.
He kissed me again, this time his hands skimming the outer curves of my breasts. My flesh, beneath layers of shirt and sports bra and rain and sweat, paid attention. I craved more.
“You know what’s not convenient?” I whispered, shifting against him just to feel his hard-on line up with my body.
“What’s that?”
“Wet spandex.”
31
Jonah
We stripped as best we could out of wet spandex and rain-soaked clothes. We tossed them over shoulders and stood facing each other. It felt hedonistic to stand naked in the forest, to skim Shelby’s beautiful body with my gaze.
She looked like she belonged here, her hair long and curling in the damp, the mist that settled over the forest floor. A nymph. Tiny frame, lush curves. Her waist and hips begged for my hands. And her breasts, creamy pale perfection. Lush again, heavier than I expected, forming ideal tear-drops with rosebud nipples.
It speared through me, and I remembered what this felt like now. To want.
But it felt sharper, keener somehow.
Maybe it was the scene. Or maybe it was the woman.
She looked her fill, wetting her lips. I felt her eyes roam my body. And I wondered which of us would be the first to cross the invisible line between us etched in the pine needles under our feet.
Me.
I wasn’t conscious of moving until I stood before her, until I took her mouth. Only our lips touching. The rest of our bodies a breath apart. Thunder rolled long and low, vibrating between us and through us.
Then she was drawing me closer, her breasts pressing against the muscle of my chest, fingers digging into my shoulders. Now I was free to touch her.
I slid my palms down her neck, over her shoulders and down her arms. Thumbs skimming the delectable curves of her breasts.
My cock, aching and hard, was pinned against the smooth skin of her belly. I wanted so many things in the moment. Too much.