Rescuing Jenna - Anna Blakely Page 0,34

crest. “Now, I’m making love to you.”

Holy. Hell.

“I’m clean,” he blurted.

“I know.”

They’d already had the talk about being clean and birth control the first time they were together. They’d still used a condom, because even then, he’d wanted to do everything he could to protect her.

“I haven’t been with anyone since you.” He needed to be very clear about that.

“Me, neither.”

She licked him again.

Adrian sucked in another breath.

“I’ve never gone without a condom before.” Not ever.

But the idea of going bareback with this woman had him becoming impossibly fuller.

“Me, neither.”

His cock jerked. “Okay. But you don’t have to—”

A wicked smile formed just before she leaned down and wrapped her lips around the tip.

Holy. God.

A low moan escaped the back of his throat, and somewhere in the back of his mind, Adrian wondered if it was possible to die from too much pleasure.

He had a feeling he was about to find out.

Jenna took more of him in, going as far as her throat would allow. And when she began sliding her hot, wet lips and tongue up and down his length, Adrian felt his eyes roll in the back of his head.

Chapter 7

Jenna loved the way Adrian tasted. All male and heat and passion. She loved the way he’d laid his head back onto the mattress and gave himself over to her, and she—

Was being lifted by her shoulders and tossed onto her back.

“Hey!” She licked her lips and frowned. “I wasn’t finished.”

Adrian loomed over her with a smirk. “No, baby, but I almost was. And I want to be inside you.” Heat filtered through his eyes as the blunt tip of his cock pressed against her entrance.

Works for me.

Jenna laid her palms on his defined chest and spread her legs wider. She lifted her hips and grinned. “Well, then. What are you waiting for?”

He didn’t wait.

Adrian surged forward, filling her in one, powerful thrust. His guttural moan mixed with hers, the satisfying sound reverberating throughout the room.

“God, baby.” He stilled long enough to kiss her. “You feel fucking fantastic.”

“So do you.” She brought her mouth to his.

Their tongues swirled and danced in the most perfect of kisses. Demanding, yet gentle. Greedy, yet giving.

Lying beneath Adrian, his body stretching hers to its limit, Jenna had the fleeting thought that she could spend hours doing nothing but kissing this man and be perfectly happy.

Then Adrian began to move.

It was much different than their first time. Not better or worse. Just different.

The day he came to her apartment, they’d touched, and her world had ignited. The sex was hard and rough. All-consuming and absolutely amazing.

Exactly what they’d both needed at the time.

But what was happening between them now was neither hard nor rough. It was tender and warm. Gentle and unhurried. Adrian was kissing and touching her in a way that made her feel…loved.

Make love to me.

And he was.

With every thrust. Every kiss. Every brush of his strong, callused hands, Adrian continued making slow, sweet love to her. And though he believed himself undeserving—they’d have to work on that—Jenna fell a little harder with every moment that passed.

“Baby.” Adrian panted. “Can’t…wait. Need…you…there.”

His words were like a command. One her body was more than willing to obey.

Picking up the pace, he shifted his lower body in a way that it rubbed against her swollen bundle of nerves with every thrust.

That’s it, right there. Just…a…little…more…

Jenna cried, her eyes squeezing shut as her second orgasm hit with a vengeance. Adrian followed her almost immediately.

He gave one final, hard thrust. Growling her name as he came. “Jenna!”

I’ve never gone without a condom.

A primitive sense of satisfaction rolled over her as his hot seed spilled inside her. The weight of his body making her feel safe and protected, even now. Even like this.

Much too soon, Adrian withdrew from her sensitive core and fell to his back beside her. His breaths heaved in a rhythm matching her own.

He rose from the bed and disappeared in the bathroom. A few minutes later, he returned, warm washcloth in hand. Without a word, he carefully began cleaning her up.

She wanted to tell him he didn’t have to, but it felt so good she couldn’t seem to find the words.

When he was finished, she smiled up at him and mumbled, “Thank you.”

A strange look crossed over his face, but he didn’t speak. With an expert throw, he tossed the washcloth back into the bathroom and settled in beside her.

His strong arms pulled her close. His front to her back.

Satisfied beyond measure and wrapped