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Chapter FIVE
Carina
I wriggle and writhe from one side of my small bed to the other. At times I almost topple out, as it's barely a full size, the same bed I've had since I was three. Sleep is far away and I'm as feverish as if I was trapped in front of a blazing winter fire. I really want to snuggle down and hide under the comforter and cable throw. But I have to throw them off every five minutes when the raging heat I'm generating becomes less than tolerable.
I need to get my dad's old friend out of my mind. But even reaching that decision only throws his gorgeous features right back up in my head. How can the image of a man be that insistent?
One look, okay make that ten long drooling gazes, and he's crawled under my skin like tattoo ink. Making every pore prickle with neediness, a tiny yawning mouth breathlessly waiting to be touched and stroked. Every time I close my eyes, I feel Jared Helmsley's firm fingertips lightly brushing across my skin, eliciting tingles from head to toe.
My nipples poke at my silky camisole with every ravage of his deep eyes across my thoughts. I pinch at the peaks, angry at my inability to do anything about the frustration pressing at the lining of me. The hungry tips only prod harder.
My other hand slides up my thigh. When my thumb grazes across the hard little point, a shudder of insistent desire goes through me. Before I know what I'm doing, one hand is buried in my folds, stroking the length of my clit.
“Jared,” I whisper softly.
I feel him above me, his fingers twined in my hair as he trails a line of kisses down the side of my neck to my swollen nipple. As he tugs it between his full lips, it's his hand, not my own, that glides from my knee all the way up my inner thigh making me shiver with anticipation.
He stops at the top, just shy of reaching the eager point jutting out through the crease. The heat from his fingers sending trembles of desire through my core.
I moan lightly when I imagine Jared finally giving me what I need. My experience has been no more complete than three college boys my age, each more cocky and selfish that the last. Jared Helmsley is completely different, an unknown beast. All I've ever wanted is a powerful man like Jared. It doesn't hurt that he's the most handsome man I've ever set eyes on, but his confidence makes him even more attractive.
The sense of knowing and experience that quietly announces itself in his presence fires each cell sparkling and alert. In my mind, he rubs expert circles around my hard clit, teasing me into pools of pleasure until I shatter and rock in his arms through a tumultuous orgasm.
Relieved, but still taut with something tugging at the center of me, I fall asleep with my legs wrapped tight around the bunched up covers, filled with the image of Jared's hard body twined with mine. And I must have dreamed of him, because my first disappointment comes at waking up from a delicious sleep to discover he's not in fact between my legs and only a rumpled slightly sweaty coverlet is there in his place.
“This is ridiculous. Get over it,” I snap, pushing myself out of bed with a huff and heading for the shower.
I'm not doing myself any favors crushing over a forbidden man I can never have. Am I only hungry for him because I think he can provide some insider access to adulthood?
When I peel off my camisole and PJ bottoms, my skin tingles from the air's caress, still eager to be touched. I step into a shower as hot as I can stand and punish my wayward sensitive areas with scalding water. I may crave Jared's firm lips and teasing tongue point on my enervated body, but I can't have them.
Nothing calms the yearning desire. When I fill my palms with foaming soap, my nipples peak hard again. I'm soon squeezing them in my frothed-up hands, tweaking the points and moaning for Jared to somehow appear from my wishes. My body quakes with physical clamoring and I lean into the marble tiled wall for support as I bring myself to another shuddering climax.
“Are you okay?” Mellie asks when I come down to breakfast. “You look feverish, you aren't coming down with something?”
She presses her cool palm into my forehead, relieving some of the embarrassment that rises. The sudden guilt that she can see right through me.
“Hmmm. A little warm but I think you'll live,” she says.
“You'd better stay inside today,” Dad commands, joining us in the kitchen as he grabs coffee from the pot for his go-cup. “I don't want my baby getting sick.”
“You can help me cook,” Mellie offers. “I'm making a special meal for tonight.”
My heart nearly flies through my mouth and up the stocking-lined chimney in the family room.
“Really? Who's coming to dinner?” I croak, forcing my voice not to crack.
I don't dare hope. Except I did hope, beg and pray and the disappointment drops back on me when Mellie says the dinner is for my sister Anya.
“She's invited her latest boyfriend over. She and Chay are taking it to the next level, whatever that means.”
“Is that Chay like the revolutionary?”
How many boyfriends has my sister brought home the last couple of years? About a hundred I'd guess. Because she's all about 'the one' and then finding a ton of faults with him a week later.
“And what about dad's friend, you know the guy we saw at the mall.” I throw out there, making it as casual as I possibly can.
“Jared, you mean? Not exactly an appropriate choice to balance the numbers.” She's laughing, so I know she hasn't pegged me.
