“So let’s go to my house.”
Jenson gives a quick nod and turns on the truck. He weaves his way through the parking lot and onto the street.
We don’t speak during the fifteen-minute drive, but as we veer into my driveway, Jenson murmurs, “Thank God. I didn’t think I’d make it here without pulling over and taking you in the backseat.”
I think I say something in response, but I have no idea what. It’s incoherent, much like my brain right now. All I know is how desperately I want him.
We barely make it inside and shut the door before he puts his mouth over mine.
“I’ve always wanted to know what it feels like to be inside you, Olivia,” he says into my mouth. “I want to make love to you so much it hurts.”
“I don’t know why, but I’ve been nervous,” I say as I slide my hands underneath his shirt.
He pulls off my top and unhooks my bra in record time. “Maybe because of how long we’ve wanted each other. What if I don’t live up to your fantasy?”
His thumbs run over my hard nipples and I moan.
“What if I don’t live up to yours?” I say.
“I went to Sequoia National Park once,” he says in a rough tone as he reaches for the zipper on my cut-offs. “I was scared the trees wouldn’t be as amazing in real life as they’d always looked in pictures. You know, awe-inspiring.”
“And?”
“Awe-inspiring,” he says.
* * *
Well, like Auntie Sue’s day at the fair, not everything always turns out like it seems it will. Jenson and I will have to wait to find out if our lovemaking compares to the sequoia trees. As soon as he picks me up and carries me to bed, my house phone starts to ring. And ring. And ring.
Concerned something’s wrong, I grab my phone off my nightstand, and we listen to the voicemail on speakerphone.
“Olivia, I assume you’re on your way home now,” Mom begins. “I’m driving myself. Oh, wasn’t that so hard with Auntie Sue today? The poor thing…”
Jenson is still kissing my neck, but with a lot less enthusiasm. He finally stops altogether as Mom continues talking like she’s right here in the house with us. “And I saw you talking with Will. He seems like a nice guy, doesn’t he? So together and successful, too. Oh, but poor Auntie Sue—I just can’t stop thinking about her…”
“Or talking about her, apparently,” Jenson says.
I laugh as I reach over and run my fingers through his hair.
The voicemail finally cuts my mother off, and Jenson reaches for me again. He pulls me on top of him, and I catch my breath when I feel his hard length hitting me exactly where I need him most. Just as we start kissing, the doorbell rings.
“You’ve got to be freaking kidding me,” Jenson says as I jump. “Who is that?”
I shrug. “Not a clue.” I step out of bed and walk down the hallway so I can peek out the door peephole.Crap.It’s a delivery. Must be that package of Todd’s that Daphne had asked me to accept for them while they were away with his parents this weekend. I run back to the bedroom and throw on a t-shirt and shorts, then return to the door and open it. If this isn’t proper foreplay, I don’t know what is.
“Hi there.” The delivery guy looks at me and gives me a creepy grin.
I give him a quick smile and sign the clipboard he holds out for me.
“Thanks,” I say as I grab the package and shut the door.
I walk back into the bedroom, taking off my clothes as I walk. By the time I reach Jenson, I’m naked again.
“Delivery on behalf of Daphne,” I say. “Let’s not waste any more time—we may get interrupted again.”
I reach down and carefully release Jenson from his boxers.
When his huge erection pops out, I immediately wrap my hand around it.
