Rescuing Jenna - Anna Blakely Page 0,12
weight, she looked away and shrugged. “Didn’t want to risk you having any permanent damage.”
“So, she does care.”
Rather than come back with another witty remark, as he’d expected, Jenna sat down on the bed closest to her and sighed. “Unbelievable.”
“What?”
“I came here to get away from...never mind.” Her emerald eyes lifted. “How did you even find me?”
Came here to get away from what, sweetheart?
“I was in the neighborhood,” Adrian spoke the lie with ease. “Thought I’d stop by for a chat.”
The quipped response was his automatic go-to. Bullshit had been his native language for years, and he didn’t know any other way.
The lying. The smartassed, I-don’t-give-a-shit attitude. That was who he was, and up until the moment he met the sexy nurse from San Diego, Adrian was perfectly fine with that.
But now, with Jenna, he found himself wanting to be something different. Something more.
“Adrian…” she warned with an arched brow.
His dick stood at attention. Or it would have, if he’d let the greedy fucker loose.
It happened every time his name fell from this woman’s lips. Knowing she was calling him on his shit? That made him want to push her back onto that bed and lose himself in her forever.
It also made him want to be honest with her.
“Dawson called me late last night. Asked me to come down here and keep an eye on you.”
“He did what?” Jenna shot off the bed. Fire burned behind her emerald eyes as she stared back at him. “You have got to be kidding me.”
“Calm down, gorgeous. He’s just worried about you. Ellena is, too.”
“Don’t tell me to calm down.” She crossed her arms like before, the move inadvertently pushing her breasts higher. “Um, hellooo…” Jenna snapped her fingers in front of his distracted face. “I’m up here, remember?”
Not embarrassed in the least that he’d been caught staring at the luscious swells of her breasts, Adrian slowly brought his gaze back up to hers. “Trust me. I remember.”
“Don’t.” Jenna moved past him in a huff.
“Don’t what?”
She turned, backing up a step when she realized he was closing in on her. “You know what. You’re trying to use sex to get what you want.”
“And what is it you think I want?” He kept moving toward her.
“To babysit me while I’m here.”
“That’s not what I want.”
“No? Then why go through the trouble of breaking into my hotel room and scaring the bejeezus out of me?”
“Didn’t mean to scare you.”
He continued his advance. She kept retreating.
“Well, you did.”
“My apologies.”
Jenna was forced to stop when her back hit the wall behind her, but Adrian kept on until his booted toes met hers.
“Adrian…”
He could hear her throat working. Could feel the heat radiating from her body. Her breasts brushed against his chest with every heavy breath she took, and his cock pressed so hard against his zipper, the damn thing was probably going to be scarred before the night was over.
Adrian leaned in. He cupped her cheek with his hand. “I don’t want to babysit you, gorgeous.”
She lowered her gaze to his mouth before finding his eyes once more. “What do you want to do?”
“This.”
He brought his lips to hers in a kiss that stole his breath and filled his soul. Beneath him, Jenna hesitated only slightly before responding in a way he’d spent weeks dreaming about.
With both of her hands clutching his bare shoulders, Jenna rose to her tiptoes and pulled herself closer. Her covered breasts pressed against his chest, flooding his mind with memories of making love to her.
No, not love. Sex. They’d had hot, sweaty, incredible sex. And he couldn’t wait to do it again.
Bending down just enough, Adrian grabbed the backs of Jenna’s thighs and hoisted her into his arms. Without pause, she wrapped her petite legs around his waist as they continued feasting hungrily on each other’s need.
Walking backward, he carefully moved them to the bed she’d been sitting on. When he felt the back of his knees hit the mattress, he spun them around and carefully lowered Jenna onto the bed.
He followed her down.
“God, I’ve missed your taste,” he growled. Using his lips and teeth and tongue, he ate at her like the starved man he was.
A tiny whimper escaped the back of her throat, but she said nothing. Instead, Adrian felt her warm hands sliding between them as they began working the button on his jeans.
He’d been waiting for this moment. Had lived night and day fantasizing about seeing her again. Feeling her wet heat sucking his hard body dry. But