The Arrangement 3

My fingers tangle in his hair. I find the bottom of his sweater and slip my hands underneath. I slide my palms along his toned body, feeling the warm skin on his back. Sean reacts by moving onto me. My knees part and I wrap my ankles around his. The kisses grow more passionate. My heart pounds harder. I don’t understand how he does this to me. In that moment, there’s only him and me. I don’t hurt. There are no memories to repress, no thoughts to hold back. There’s only Sean and his hot lips.



Without realizing it, I pull his hair. Sean gasps and breaks the kiss. His eyes are dark with desire. He’s breathing hard and so am I. Watching me closely, Sean reaches for the button on my jeans. He flips the button with his thumb and lowers the zipper. My pulse is thundering in my ears, waiting to see what Sean wants to do. His blue eyes are locked on mine. Sean presses his hand to my stomach and slips his fingers into my panties. My mouth falls open into a little O. I make a sound at the back of my throat as his fingers touch me. Sean watches me and gages my reactions to his touch. He moves his hand in a way that makes me hot even though it’s cold.



Sean’s fingers tease me, pressing and flicking the sensitive flesh. I gasp and push my hips to his hand, wanting more. He watches me move. Our eyes lock. There’s something about his gaze that captivates me. I never thought I’d want someone to do this to me, and watch me so openly, but with him it feels right. When I can’t stand the teasing anymore, I wrap my fingers around Sean’s neck and pull him back down. Kissing Sean fiercely, I feel his hand shift lower. His fingers push inside of me. Gasping, I rock my hips against his hand. Sean dips his fingers in and out, rocking with me. The movement makes me feel like I’m floating. I never want it to end. I feel his eyes on me, watching me. My heart pounds harder. I feel what he’s done to me, how my body responds to him. The heat between my legs warms my entire body.



Sean’s lips press against my cheek and then dip to my neck. I hear voices coming from somewhere behind us on the boardwalk. Sean hears them, too. He stills for a moment and the people walk past. Sean is breathing hard when he looks at me.



“Tell me what you want,” Sean says, his voice filled with need.



“You.” It’s the only thing I want. I want to feel Sean inside of me. I want to lose myself in him.



I reach for his jeans and undo the button. When my hands are on the zipper, he stops me. Sean’s fingers hold mine. There’s a slight tremor to his hands. When I look at his face, Sean won’t return my gaze. I can barely breathe. Sean seems like he’s frozen. I must have done something, but I don’t know what. Taking his hand, I lift it to my lips. I kiss each one of his fingers, gently pressing my lips to the soft pad. Then, I take the next finger and do it again. When I finish, I reach for his waist again.



This time, Sean lets me. I lower his zipper and slip my hand below his jeans. Sean sucks in the cold air as my fingers wrap around his hard, hot shaft. I free him from his cloths without undressing him, and then pull him onto me. Sean adjusts my jeans, lowering them. When the cold air hits my warm bottom, I think I might die. But then Sean is there, hot and hard.



I feel his body against mine. Sean pushes into me slowly and then pulls nearly all the way out. Then he repeats it. My hands find the skin on his back. Every time he pushes into me, I dig my nails in wanting more. Every moment that passes is filled with pure bliss. My body responds to him, but it’s so different than the other night. I feel different. My core is hotter than hell and that delicate throbbing starts somewhere inside of me. Sean thrusts into me in rhythm with that pulsing. As he takes me higher and higher, the throbbing becomes more demanding. When he can’t take it anymore, Sean thrusts into me, pushing harder and faster, until I shatter. Gasping, every inch of my body feels incredible. I’m so high, so intoxicated with him.



Sean stays there, on top of me, breathing hard. His fingers brush my hair out of my face. The look on his face is pensive. Sean’s gaze sweeps over my eyes, cheeks, and lips. His mouth parts like he wants to say something, but he doesn’t. A shiver slips down my spine. Suddenly I feel the cold sand and damp air. I’m still warm, but my senses are returning. I’m falling back to earth, becoming more aware of what we did.



Sean rolls off of me and helps me get my jeans up without filling them with sand. As it is, there’s sand stuck to my cheeks and the small of my back. We wiggled too much to be sand-free. After he buttons my jeans, Sean lays back down, pressing his body to mine. That distant look in his eyes is gone, replaced with something that I don’t recognize. There’s a softness there, a vulnerability that makes me want to hold him forever. Sean presses his lips together. I think he’s going to say something, but he can’t seem to say it. I start to speak, but Sean leans down and presses his lips to mine, silencing me. The kiss is small and chaste. His mouth drifts to my cheek, and then my eyes and nose, leaving a trail of light kisses in his wake. The last kiss is on my forehead.



I watch him, wondering what he’s thinking, wishing that I knew. I finally ask, “What are you thinking?”



Sean sits up on the sand and lets out a rush of air. He pushes his hands through his hair and looks down at me. “I wish things were different. I wish I...” He sounds tense, like he made a mistake. The muscle in his jaw tightens like he can’t swallow.



I sit up and lean back on my elbows. The wind catches my hair and lifts it from my neck, chilling me. I jump up. I reach out and take Sean’s hand and pull him to his feet. “This isn’t the time for wishing or regrets.”



Sean looks at my hands holding onto his. When his gaze lifts, he asks, “Then what time is it?” There’s more there, things he wants to say. I can hear his heart breaking all over again. I wonder if I’m echoing his wife. I wonder if he feels guilty. I know loss, but Sean’s is different. I can’t imagine his pain.



“Time for lunch. I’m treating. You’re driving. Come on, motorcycle man. Carpe diem and all that crap. Let’s go!” I bend over and grab the piggy kite and we head for the car.



Neither of us says anything for a while. Sean seems lost, like he’s floating with no anchor. I lean back in the seat, grateful for the heater. Maybe I’m a little nuts, always making myself cold, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t like getting warm. I like things that are predictable, things that I can control. It makes me feel better.



We head into Wendy’s and I tell Sean to grab us a table. He lifts an eyebrow at me. “You’re ordering for me? That’s kind of manly.”



“Get over it, bitch,” I tease, smiling at him. I meant it to sound more serious, but he smiles and I laugh. “Go sit. Let me treat you to the most wonderful lunch of your life.” I lean in and whisper in his ear, “It’s that good.”



Sean walks away and I order us a bunch of stuff off the cheap-o menu. This is a splurge for me, but it’s worth it. I get the idea that Sean doesn’t dine on a $1.99 very often. I wonder what expression he’d have on his face if saw my dorm room and my stash of Ramen noodles. The naked guy would probably be a distraction. Where the hell did he get a turkey from, anyway? I wonder if Amber’s plaything stole it from the cafeteria.



I smile to myself and walk back to the table. Sean looks at the tray and back up at me. “Milkshakes?”



“Don’t come between a girl and her chocolate. Here,” I had him a small burger, half the fries, and a cup of chili. Taking the burger, I unwrap it and pull the bun off. I spoon the chili onto the meat, followed by the fries, and then a dollop of the shake. “Happy lunch.”



Sean looks at the sandwich like it might bite him. He tilts his head sideways and looks at the frozen shake melting out the side of the sandwich. “And you can assure me that I won’t die from eating this?” He lifts it and takes a bite. There’s a crazy-ass expression on his face, like he can’t decide if it’s delicious or disgusting.



I shrug my shoulders as I make my own little weird burger. “I don’t know. This is the first time I’ve put these together.” When I put the bun back on and lift the burger to my mouth, Sean’s blue eyes are wide. He’s staring at me. “What?”



“I’m waiting to see if you’re screwing with me or if you plan on eating it, too.” He’s smiling, like he’s trying not to laugh.



“Oh, I’m eating it.” I grin at him and stuff the food in my mouth, taking a huge bite. The lettuce and ice cream are cold, while the rest of it is hot. The textures and tastes mix in mouth.



Sean watches me chew. “What’s your verdict?”



I smile and wipe some chocolate from the corner of my mouth. “It’s the most confusing thing I’ve ever eaten. It’s sweet and salty, hot and cold. It’s like the bipolar burger.”



“Created by the slightly insane spray-start car girl,” Sean says smiling at me. He takes another bite and makes a strange face when he swallows. I can’t believe he’s eating it. “I still can’t decide if it’s good or gross.”



I point a fry at him and say, “Eat the whole thing and then decide.”



“I think you’re just trying to see what you can put in my mouth, Miss Smith.” Sean’s eyes sparkle as he leans across the table and speaks in that velvety voice of his.



I poke him in the nose with a French fry. “I already know what I can put in your dirty mouth, Mr. Jones.”



He feigns shock and presses his fingers to his chest. “And I’ve barely told you about myself. My, my, what keen eyes you have…amongst other things.” There’s an older guy at the next table. He glances at Sean, his eyes wide.



My face flames red. I hide behind my burger, acting like I’m going to take a bite, but it just hovers in front of my face. Sean presses a finger to the food and pushes it back to the table. I glance up at Sean. There’s a wicked look in his eye. “How can you be so shy after what we just did? There were people, Avery, and you didn’t even pause. But this, talking about it later, this makes you blush?” He’s laughing, smiling at me, teasing.