Chapter 17

Lynn stirred in her sleep as she felt something tightened around her waist and pull her against something hard. She groggily opened her eyes and saw that Jeff was wrapped around her quit literally. His right arm and leg were draped over her body and his face rested against her neck. An involuntarily shiver coursed through her body as his hot breath caressed the back of her neck and back. It felt so good to be in his arms, so protected. She didn't want to move she didn't want to wake him...she just wanted to stay the way they were.

By now she was fully awake and trying to look around without moving too much. The sun was shining through the window and over the bed. It was late morning, around ten o'clock or so. She was distracted from her thoughts when she heard the screen door to the front porch slam.

"It's just Mija...relax," he said near her ear.

She gasped and giggled, "Oh my God Jeff you scared me."

He smiled against her neck and couldn't resist his next impulse. He tightened his leg over her and started tickle her.

"No! HAHA! Please don't..HA...please stop HAHAHAHA..." she was trying her best to fight him off but he was now on top of her and had her pinned with his arms and legs.

"What's that? I can't hear you," he said fighting with her getting a few tickles in between.

"Jeff please stop! HAHA..pplleeaasseehahahahaha..." she was now laughing so hard she had tears coming down her face.

"Don't beg darlin' makes you look cheap," he advised slowing his assault until he was satisfied with himself. Once she caught her breath she looked up at him with a mischievous grin.

"You are so going to regret that one," she warned him still catching her breath a little.

"You liked it admit it," he teased with a shit eating grin on his face.

She just laughed and tried to get out from under him. "How long have you been awake anyway?" she asked giving up on getting up at the moment. She really wasn't in any hurry.

He shrugged, "About ten minutes."

"Why didn't you wake me up?" she asked feeling like she knew the answer already.

He tilted his head and released her arms, "To be perfectly honest I didn't want to wake you and if I had moved you would've woken up."

"Uh huh? You wanna tell me the truth now?" she retorted gazing up at him.

He smiled, "Alright then, I confess, when I figured out what nightie you were wearing I couldn't resist feeling what you looked like in it."

She rolled her eyes and tried to sit up but he was straddling her thighs. "Do you mind?" she asked moving underneath him trying to get her point across.

"I never did feel what you looked like," he said quietly.

She stilled beneath him and her heart rate sped up. He sensed her change immediately and sat up on his knees so she could move from underneath him. "Your choice...I won't force you."

Her heart was beating uncontrollably at his request. He wanted to know what her body looked like. Even though she had told him before she could understand why he wanted to 'see' for himself. "Okay, " she whispered. When he didn't move she figured he still needed to be reassured. "It's okay..." she whispered again.

He scooted down until he was at her feet and gently picked up her right ankle, running his fingers over her structure. She watched as his hands moved up her smooth legs stopping every few inches to caress and feel. He came to the fabric of her nightie and slid his hands under it pushing it up a bit. He stopped just before the junction of her thighs and switched to her other leg. He repeated his escapade on her left leg and placed both hands on her hips lightly caressing them.

Lynn couldn't help but close her eyes as his hands moved further up her body over her stomach, down her sides, over her arms. He was being so gentle, so slow, so he could memorize her. She almost moaned when he reached the undersides of her breasts. She was surprised when he didn't touch them and moved on up to her shoulders and neck.

"Roll over," his said softly as he helped her to roll to her stomach. The movement caused her gown to slid up exposing her rear. He ran his hands over her rear and up and down her back and sides, seeing her. "You're just like you described," he said moving to lay beside her.

"You thought I lied to make myself look better," she said more than asked.

He shook his head, "No, not at all...you're better than you describe."

She smiled, "Thank you."

"Thank you," he returned.