Searching For Jenna novel Chapter 53

Cara raised her hand and touched the tattoo. "Wow," she whispered. Her fingers continued to trace the tattoo. She looked at the length of Elliot's back that was exposed and the side of the tiny breast that was revealed by his shirt being lifted up.

Elliot shivered when Cara let her fingers flow down his back to his waist. He was dying, but he didn't dare interrupt Cara's exploration.

"Your skin feels the same," she said quietly. "But you have more muscles."

Nodding was the only thing Elliot trusted himself to do. He watched Cara's eyes darken to indigo, something he'd seen them do many times before. He held his breath as her hand moved around his waist to the tight six-pack stomach he worked so hard at. Her fingers briefly touched the small trail of hair that was making its way up his belly before sliding up his rib cage. Cara moved in front of him and pushed his shirt up further as her hands moved up his chest. He was too helpless to stop her. The feel of her hands on him was completely overwhelming his senses.

"It has been so long," Cara whispered. "Your skin feels the same, but different."

Elliot closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, he realized the bathroom door was still standing open. "Cara," he whispered. When she looked up at him, the desire in her eyes was almost his undoing, but he couldn't let himself forget that they were in her grandparents' house.

Cara looked up and followed his line of vision and saw that the door was open. She gently pushed it shut and returned her gaze to Elliot's eyes. Cara had always been the aggressor in their relationship and tonight was no different. She kissed him with such fervor that he thought he was going to fall into the tub. Her hands moved over his chest, and she touched his nipples as if to make sure they were real.

When she finally released him from the kiss, Elliot gasped, "Jesus, Cara." He cupped her hips and pulled her against him even as he tried to regain control. "We can't do this in your grandparents' bathroom."

Cara laid her head against his bare chest where his shirt was pushed up and started giggling. "You're right. I can just imagine the look on Grandpa's face if he were to walk in on us accidentally."

"How about we go out to the couch and talk," Elliot suggested.

"Okay," Cara agreed and took Elliot's hand. She opened the door and peered out. No one was up, so they made their way to the living room.

They sat down on the couch next to each other. "Sorry about attacking you in the bathroom," Cara said after a few minutes.

"It's okay," Elliot said. "I was completely enjoying it."

Cara brought his hand to her lips and kissed his knuckles. "I'm really confused, Elliot."

Elliot nodded. "I know."

"I miss Jenna so much and I know she's right here," Cara said pointing to him. "But then she's not."

"But she is, Cara," Elliot said. "I always wanted to be a boy and do boy things but my father was so violently against me doing anything boyish, I had to suppress all those feelings with everyone except you. When I was with you, I could be as butch and boyish as I wanted and you didn't care. You seemed to like it."

"Yeah, but that was you without testosterone, massive muscles, and a beard," Cara said.

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