Taking Chances, Ann Omasta [cool books to read txt] 📗

When he turned to hand me a mug of English Breakfast tea, he asked, “Cream and sugar, right?”

I could see by the color of it that he had already added the ingredients, and I was beyond touched that he had remembered. “I hope you don’t mind that I borrowed a shirt,” I said, indicating the long, navy blue tee shirt that I was wearing.

“Looks way better on you than it ever did on me.” He smiled. “Mind buttering that toast? Then we can head outside to eat. It’s a beautiful morning.”

He was right, the sun was glistening on the water and the air was fresh and clear. We ate in companionable silence, and I kept finding myself gazing at him. He was so handsome it almost hurt my eyes. When he tossed his last bite of bacon to Buddy, then flashed a smile at me, an idea popped into my head.

It was still early and this place was secluded, other than the lake. I did a quick scan and didn’t see any boats or other signs of life, so I walked over and stood directly in front of Seth’s chair. He sat forward to press his cheek against my belly in a warm hug. His hands slid under the long tee shirt, and he quickly discovered that I hadn’t bothered with panties this morning. “You’re going to be the death of me, woman,” he groaned, but he looked up at me with a huge smile.

“Third time is the charm, right?” I asked as I climbed onto his chair, straddling him. I pulled the shirt over my head and enjoyed the look of pure desire that washed over him as he gazed at me, fully nude, in the early morning light. I was normally one to hide my nakedness in the dark, but Seth made me feel safe and sexy.

He ran his hands down my bare back and cupped my bottom. My head fell back as he kissed my neck. I rose up on my knees and arched my back to allow his mouth full access to my breast. When he bit lightly on my nipple, pleasure shot through me and I let out a whimper of delight.

His hands, still cupping my rear, began to move forward. He slid his fingers along the slick surface at the front of me. I was panting with need. “I want you inside me. NOW.”

I worked his jeans loose and smiled when I saw that he had opted to skip underwear this morning, as well. He raised us up so I could lower his jeans. Then I eased myself onto him with a groan of satisfaction.

I started riding him, circling slowly as his fingers worked their magic on me. I leaned my head back, closed my eyes, and let the pleasure wash over me. The chair rocked to our rhythm.

I shifted the angle, took him inside me all the way to the base and enjoyed the sensation of having the head of his penis rub the most sensitive area deep inside me, while he used his fingers on my sensitive, swollen clit.

When he lowered his head to take my breast into his mouth, my hips began pumping faster. I let out a cry of pleasure as my body shuddered around him, and I felt the hot burst of release from him.

After a few seconds, Seth exclaimed, “Now that’s a phenomenal way to start a day!”

Still breathing hard, I climbed off him to retrieve the tee shirt I had tossed. Later I would probably be surprised and slightly embarrassed by how brazen I had been, but right now, I was just satisfied and happy.

“Last one in the shower is a rotten egg!” I goaded him before running up the stairs and into his trailer.  I hadn’t quite anticipated how small the trailer’s shower would be, but there was no turning back now.

I had thought that nothing could be sexier than Seth, but I was wrong. Slick, soapy Seth rubbing his hands over me in a tight shower was a sight to behold. The stall was so small that our naked bodies were touching in all the right places.

When I felt his erection poking towards me, I was already wet and ready again. I used my hands to guide him in as he backed me against the wall. I sighed with pleasure at the full feeling of having him inside me as the warm water beat down on us.

Seth looked down and gave me a long, deep, wet kiss. I wrapped my legs around him and began thrusting my body onto his for all I was worth. I pushed my cheek into his shoulder as we both came loud and hard.

I stayed in the shower after he got out to dry off. My body felt slightly sore, but as relaxed as a limp noodle, and it was fabulous.

Before leaving, I found a pink, heart-shaped Post-It pad in my purse. I jotted down the word “Wowza!” and left the note on his bathroom mirror for him to find later.

That was by far the best night of my life, I thought as he drove me home. For the first time, a bit of doubt about my time with Seth began to creep its way in. What if it wasn’t anything special for him? What if it’s the last time I see him? I watched him driving and smiled. Even if we don’t see each other again, this was so worth it.

When we stopped in my driveway, he kissed me. It wasn’t just a peck. It was a real, toe-curling, perfect amount of tongue, feel it all the way to your hoo-ha, kiss. “When will I see you again?” he asked.

I slid out of the Jeep and said, “Text me,” before whirling around and heading into the house, beaming.