“And an incredible ass.” He seemed to be watching her intently. “Am I making you uncomfortable?”
“A little,” she confessed. When it came to this sort of thing, she surprisingly felt much younger than him. In experience, she was likely light years behind him.
“You shouldn’t be. Didn’t your husband compliment you? Before things fell apart?”
Kent had treated her like… one of the guys. They’d had an active sex life at first but it had become… mundane and predictable.
The two of them hadn’t ever actually talked about sex. Their routine had been to turn the light off and climb on top of one another.
She’d tried talking dirty a few times and he’d ignored it at the time. And then later, he’d told her he didn’t like to hear words like that on his wife’s lips.
He’d told her it was a turn off.
She’d not attempted anything new after that.
Sometimes in the morning, he’d wake up hard and pull her on top of him. He’d push her underwear to the side and she’d slide on. Then, he’d close his eyes and maneuver her where he wanted her. Sometimes he’d grip her hips tightly to keep her from getting too excited.
They’d never kissed during these encounters.
Morning breath.
She’d done her best to try to come quickly because if he finished before her, she was out of luck.
“Sometimes,” she said half-heartedly. It seemed disloyal to admit that he hadn’t ever told her she was sexy. Or ever said anything about her legs or any other particular part of her body.
He’d said she was pretty. He’d told her she looked “fine.”
“I wanted to slide my hand all the way into your panties in the car today.”
Penny could hardly breathe. She stared at his silhouette in a daze. “And then what?”
“I wanted to squeeze whatever I could grab and then slide my fingers between your legs.”
She swallowed hard. She’d wanted him to do just that. She’d wanted lots of things. That didn’t mean she ever got any of them.
“I wanted to pull you on top of me. I wanted you straddling me, grinding against me.”
She still couldn’t talk.
“I wanted to pull your shirt off and taste you. I wouldn’t even bother unhooking your bra.
She reached up and touched her breast for the second time that day. Thank God she was in total darkness!
And then it hit her. “You feel sorry for me,” she dropped her hand.
“That’s bullshit.” He sounded gruff, a little angry. “I don’t say things I don’t mean.”
How had they gotten to this?
But she couldn’t help but summon a mental picture from his words. Would she have done it? Parked in front of his mother’s house. Parked on the street for all to see. She didn’t even have tinted windows.
“Where’s the craziest place you’ve ever had sex?” His voice interrupted her musings.
The first thought that came to mind was this afternoon, in front of a window, watching her neighbor’s son.
But that hadn’t been sex. Well, not actually.
Hm… It hadn’t been with Kent. It had been at a party, in the bathroom. The guy, what was his name? Wow, she couldn’t even remember his name. He’d been a foreign exchange student from Germany. Sexy accent, incredibly good looking… and not integrated enough to have realized that Penny wasn’t one of the “in” girls.
