Then he hesitated. Should he take his pants off? Get into bed under the covers?
He felt awkward and unsure about everything. He didn’t want to look too eager, but hell, he was eager.
He went over to the small table next to the bed and got out the box of condoms he’d bought that week. He hadn’t assumed he and Jayme would do anything, but just in case, he’d wanted to be prepared. He opened the box and put one of the condoms within easy reach of the bed. Then he sat nervously on the edge of his mattress and waited for Jayme to reappear. His heart felt as if it was beating out of his chest…and he couldn’t wait to make Jayme his.
Surprisingly, Jayme wasn’t nervous. Okay, she was a little nervous, but she was more excited. When she’d woken up in his arms, she knew there was nowhere else she wanted to be. Around Rocket, she felt cherished. It was a heady feeling, and she couldn’t stop herself from asking him to make love to her.
She’d never slept with a man after only a few dates, but everything within her was screaming that Rocket was it for her. It was insane, but for once in her life, Jayme was going after what she wanted.
She appreciated him giving her the chance to freshen up. She brushed her teeth and used the restroom, then contemplated what to do next. Did she take off all her clothes and walk into his room butt naked? Did she wear a towel? Leave everything on?
Shoot. She wanted to be sexy and confident, but she’d never been completely comfortable in her own skin. She liked sampling her own wares a bit too much.
But this was Rocket. She’d seen him eyeballing her ass and boobs more than once. She didn’t think he’d be turned off when he saw her naked, but she wasn’t sure she could waltz out into his room without a stitch of clothing on either.
Deciding to compromise, Jayme took off her jeans, socks, underwear, and bra. She left on her shirt. It didn’t hide much, but it went down to the top of her thighs, so her most important bits were covered. Scrunching her nose as she inspected herself in the floor-to-ceiling mirror behind the door, she took a deep breath. She was who she was, and if Rocket didn’t like the way she looked, it was better to know sooner rather than later.
She opened the door and hesitantly stepped into the master bedroom.
Her eyes immediately went to Rocket, who was sitting on the edge of his bed. He’d taken his shirt off and was wearing only his jeans.
Hoping she looked more confident than she felt, Jayme took a step toward him. His eyes came up from the floor he’d been studying and met hers. Then he took her in, and his breath caught.
And just like that, Jayme felt her confidence return.
“Holy shit,” he breathed as she neared. “You’re so beautiful.”
Jayme had a million responses to that. Her thighs were too big and rubbed together when she walked. She couldn’t get rid of the belly pooch she’d had her entire life. Her hair was too thick; she always seemed to break out when she was super stressed; her toes were too short and stubby.
But instead, she lifted her chin and said, “Thank you. You’re pretty amazing yourself.”
Just as she reached him, Rocket went to his knees in front of her. Even kneeling, he was level with her chest. He really was tall. His hands hovered at her hips, but he didn’t touch her.
“May I?” he asked, glancing at her face.
“Please.”
Then his large hands were on her. At first, he simply rested them on her T-shirt at her hips…then they slowly inched down until he was touching the bare skin of her thighs. His gaze was fixed on her body—and he froze when he slowly pushed her shirt up far enough to realize she wasn’t wearing panties.
His head jerked up, and Jayme could see the lust and longing in his eyes. “You’re bare under here?” he asked.
It was a silly question, because it was obvious he’d already seen she was naked under her shirt, but she nodded anyway. “It seemed silly to wear them when they’d just be coming off anyway.”
“Holy shit,” Rocket said under his breath. Then he lifted her shirt above her waist and simply stared.
He did it for so long, Jayme began to fidget. “Rocket?”
“Sorry,” he said, without looking away from her sex. “Trying to get control here. You’re perfect.”
She wasn’t. Jayme knew that. But hearing the reverence in his words made her feel pretty for the first time in ages. She’d taken extra care with her grooming that week, making sure her pubic hair was trimmed neatly and her legs were smooth.
Rocket stood, towering over her once more. He took her shirt in his hands and lifted it up and over her head until she was standing in front of him completely naked.
He immediately began to unbutton his own pants, shoving them and his boxers down his legs before kicking them to the side.
Then he blew her mind by reaching out and pulling her into his arms.
They were skin to skin. Jayme could feel her breasts pressing against his rock-hard body, his erection pulsing hot and hard against her stomach. It was an intensely intimate moment, and he seemed content to simply hold her.
A few minutes later, Rocket pulled back. His gaze flicked to her hard nipples, still brushing against the hair on his chest, before he looked into her eyes. “Thank you,” he said quietly.
“For what?” Jayme asked.
“For trusting me with you,” he said simply. Then he sat on the bed and scooted backward.
His words settled into her heart, and Jayme swallowed hard to keep her emotions from overwhelming her. She followed him onto the bed and settled onto her side next to him. He immediately reached for her and lowered his head.
No words passed between them for the longest time as they kissed. Rocket’s hands explored her body, touching, caressing, learning what kind of touch tickled and what made her moan. Jayme’s hands were busy as well, loving the contrast between their bodies. Where she was soft, he was hard. Where she was smooth, he was rough.
When her fingers brushed over his pulsing cock, he made a strangled noise in his throat and crawled down her body.
“Rocket,” she complained.
“If you touch me, I’m gonna explode,” he admitted. “I want to make you feel good first.”
“I do,” she reassured him.
“Then I want to make you feel better,” he returned, before lowering his head between her legs.
Jayme gasped and opened her legs even wider. She’d never understood what the fuss was about oral sex. In the past, she’d much preferred to use her own hand to help herself get off with a man, but all she could do at the moment was clutch the sheet below her and hang on for the ride.
Rocket used his mouth, his nose, his fingers, his teeth…he was one hundred percent focused on doing whatever he could to get her off. And it wasn’t long before Jayme felt the telltale signs of an impending orgasm.
“Yeah, right there!” she begged as he began to lick her clit. She felt his finger gently fucking her, and she groaned. Her legs began to shake, and she grabbed ahold of Rocket’s head as she hurtled over the edge of one of the most powerful orgasms she’d ever had in her life.
At the point when she usually backed off while pleasuring herself, Rocket intensified the attention on her clit.
“Rocket…enough…”
He merely grunted and added a second finger inside her pulsing sheath, flicking his tongue against her sensitive nub faster.