Giggling nervously to hide her embarrassment, she said, “R-Right, silly me…it was right there..” Had she hurt him by being embarrassed? Of course they would be slightly awkward around each other but that was what she was hoping to fix. But did he even want it?
Leaning down closer to him until her body bumped his slightly, Katelynn hoped her blushing cheeks weren’t a dead give away. “Sorry I had to make you get up,” she whispered near his ear, feeling a tingling sensation between her legs.
“Really, it’s okay …” Jack’s voice trailed off as he felt her warm breath against his ear. A shiver ran through him – had she forgotten how incredibly sensitive his ears were? He turned back around, soap in hand, and saw that telltale blush in her cheeks. The one that always appeared when she was trying to …
Oh.
Maybe it’s not too soon.
Jack set the soap down on the counter. A lavender blush rose in his own cheeks as he opened his arms to, hoping, praying, that he wasn’t reading her wrong. “I’d do anything for you, Katelynn.” That line had sounded much more romantic in his head, but he couldn’t take it back now.
Of this knew she oh so well, seeing how he had waited for her while she tried her best to break free of the spell, fighting her evil self every moment of every day so she could return to him. Smiling, she stepped forward to cuddle her body against his, forgetting she was naked.
But perhaps that was a good thing to kick start things.
Reaching up, she planted a hungry kiss on his lips, breathing through her nose since her mouth was too busy. Her fingers laxed and allowed the towel to slowly slip off, revealing her skin to him though she was too busy concentrating on other things to notice.
As soon as her body was against his, Jack’s arms were around her, holding her close. Oh god, she was just as warm as he remembered, and he let out a happy sound somewhere between a whine and a moan as she kissed him. He barely noticed it when the towel fell away – all of his focus was on Katelynn herself.
He returned the kiss, softly at first, but then harder and more hungrily as his eagerness took over. His tongue traced along her lips, remembering the feel and taste of her. It was hard to breathe, but he didn’t have the presence of mind to slow down, not when all he wanted to do was hold her and never let go.
Jack Maple 