Rescuing Jenna - Anna Blakely Page 0,33
his fault. But she was with him now, and he wasn’t about to waste a single, solitary second on regrets of the past.
His impatient dick throbbed painfully, ready to slide into her body and never, ever leave. Instinctively, his hips started to surge forward, but he regained control and held back.
Make love to me.
Right. He needed to take things slow. Needed to show her he could be the kind of man she wanted. The kind she deserved.
Adrian leaned in for a taste. He put his mouth on her and closed his eyes. Using his tongue and lips, he began savoring the taste he’d been craving.
Heaven.
Jenna cried out, her fingernails digging into his scalp as he licked and laved to his heart’s content. She moaned again, her body writhing beneath his mouth with every swipe of his tongue.
God, he loved how responsive she was to his touch. Loved how she was hot and wet, and ready for more.
He slid a finger inside her molten core. First one, then another. Her inner muscles clamped down on his hand as he moved slow and easy. He was amazed when her body begin to tremble with her impending climax.
Memories from their first time together seeped into the present, and he drew upon them for guidance to what he knew she liked. What he knew she needed.
“Oh, god,” she panted the words as he continued working her. “So…close.”
I know you are, baby.
Adrian held off just a little longer. For her.
He continued thrusting his fingers in and out of her tight sheath. In. Out. In. Out. And when he sensed her impending orgasm, he put his mouth on her swollen clit and sent her to the stars.
“Adrian!”
Her climax hit with magnificent force. Jenna bowed off the mattress as she cried out his name—his—when she came.
Her muscles stiffened, and when a rush of hot liquid covered his fingers, he quickly replaced his hand with his mouth.
Adrian didn’t even try holding back his growl of pure, male satisfaction. He got drunk off her essence, consuming every last drop of pleasure he could.
Leaving a trail of kisses up her inner thigh and higher, he made his way back to her. Locking his arms on both sides of her, he held himself up and stared, taking in the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen.
Jenna was looking up at him. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, their greens dark with the satisfaction he’d given her.
It was a look he wanted to see again. And again. Every single night for the rest of his life.
Whoa.
The thought took him by complete surprise. Adrian Walker didn’t do relationships, let alone forever. Except, lying here, next to this woman, he realized…
I want to try.
A relationship. Commitment. Happily ever after…Adrian wanted all of that and more. And he wanted it with Jenna.
Holy shit.
“That was incredible.” Jenna reached for him. “Thank you.”
Her words pulled him away from the shocking revelation.
She was thanking him for an orgasm? Oh, hell, no.
“I should be thanking you.” He kissed her softly. “Watching you fall apart in my arms the way you just did…that was incredible.”
Her lips spread into a lazy smile, and she pushed against his chest. “Lay down on your back.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s my turn to taste you.”
Fuck. Me.
“Baby, you put your mouth on me it’s going to be over before you even get started.”
“Okay.” Jenna climbed onto her knees and positioned herself between his thighs.
He nearly choked. “Okay?”
“Sure.” Smiling down at him, she began tracing a finger down the center of his chest, across his abs, and lower. “Just means we’ll have to do it again.” She leaned down and flicked her tongue across one of his nipples. “And again.” She did the same to the other one, only this time she reached down and took his pulsating dick into her hand. “And again.”
“Jenna—” he growled.
She began pumping her fist up and down his length. Adrian grabbed hold of her narrow waist, his fingertips digging into her skin there.
He tried to be careful. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her. But Christ Almighty…
“You’re playing with fire, sweetheart,” he warned her.
She moaned, her tongue tracing the thin layer of hair leading from just below his navel to where his weeping cock waited eagerly.
“If I’m lucky, maybe I’ll get burned,” she purred.
“I’m serious, Jenna.” He hissed when she blew on the tip of his swollen length. “You wanted me to make love to you, but I won’t last if you—”
“You did make love to me.” She ran her tongue over the