Page 75 of Save the Date
“Dirty girl.” He flopped onto his back, waiting.
She hesitated only a moment. Propping herself up on one elbow, she pressed the flat of her hand lightly against the bulge of his jeans. “Here?”
He was touching her again, his gaze locked with hers.
Cara worked the metal zipper down half an inch at a time, stroking as she did so. “Here?” she whispered.
“You’re getting warm.”
Cara laughed. “You don’t even know.…”
She had the zipper all the way down now, and could see the waistband of his gray knit briefs, the erection straining against it. She let her fingertips trail across him.
“Warmer.”
Cara rolled onto her knees and grasped his jeans and the waistband of the briefs with both hands, sliding them lower. He stuck one leg between hers, so that she was directly over him. He ran his hands down her flank, and then around, and upward, suckling one breast, and then the other.
She nearly lost her concentration. The jeans were down around his hips now, and he thoughtfully thrust his hips upward, off the bed, so that she could tug them down, past his thighs. As her hands explored all the possible hiding spots for what she was seeking, as well as potential pleasure points, she felt the small square packet in his right front pocket.
She took her right foot, swung it over his leg and down, sliding the jeans all the way to his ankles.
Cara sat up with the jeans in hands, reached in, and extracted the foil-wrapped condom. “Got it,” she exclaimed.
“You win,” Jack said, reaching for her.
***
If she’d been cold standing in front of the Frigidaire, she was on fire now. At some point, Jack dragged a second box fan into the bedroom, placed it on a chair, and angled it toward the bed. The fan blades whirred ineffectively, but at least, she thought, remembering her open windows, they would have prevented anybody on the sidewalk below from hearing what was going on up here.
Their lovemaking started out slowly. She wanted him badly, but was too shy to tell him how badly. But Jack Finnerty seemed to know what she wanted, and what she needed. Eventually, whatever inhibitions she’d initially felt disappeared. She lost herself in the joy of pleasing him and letting him please her.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?” He was lying on his side, facing her, their bodies slicked with sex and sweat.
“I’m a hot mess and we both know it,” Cara retorted. “I can’t believe I let you take me to bed as filthy as I was. And I really can’t believe I let you into my bed as filthy as you were!”
“Who took who to bed? You were the one who asked me what I liked?”
“I was referring to dinner options,” she said, trying in vain to sound prim.
“So now I know. You like your men dirty. And you like your sex dirty.” Jack chuckled as he leaned forward and gave her a lingering kiss.
“No. Really. This was lovely. But now, I havegotto have a shower.” Cara sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed, reaching for the quilt to wrap around herself.
He sat up too, in time to grab the edge of the quilt and pull it away from her.
Cara crossed her arms over her bare chest, then shrugged. They’d spent the last hour and a half naked. He’d explored every inch of her body, and she his. It was too late to play shy.
“Wait up,” he said, standing. “I could use a shower myself. No use in wasting water.” He gave her a hopeful grin.
She opened her bathroom door and gestured inside. The room was tiled in pale pink, with a burgundy tile border. There was a pink toilet, a pink sink, and the smallest pink bathtub he’d ever seen—and he’d seen a lot of bathtubs in his job.
“Is that a Barbie dream tub?” he asked, pushing aside the flowered shower curtain to look down at it. It was barely big enough for one adult, let alone two.
Cara stepped around him, turned on the faucets, and stepped in. “Don’t worry, I’ll save you some hot water.”
***
She emerged from the shower wrapped in a thick white terry bath sheet, with her damp hair wrapped in another towel. He was standing, bemused, and stitch-stark naked, leaning against the doorway outside the bathroom.
