celebrated and broke in every new room this weekend. Sex with Jenny was always hot.
I was looking forward to that.
My phone buzzed.
Downstairs the screen read.
I smiled at Jackey’s message. She was in on the surprise.
The biggest grin split my face as I went down the hall to meet Jenny at the elevator. I had missed her.
And I was excited she was home.
God, her mouth was back on mine, her hands in my hair, tugging and pulling me close as I kissed her deeply. I had missed her so damn much. Missed us. With a groan, I crushed her to my chest, kissing her with everything I had in me. When I finally released her, it was only to bury my face into her neck and breathe her in.
“I missed you so much,” she whispered.
“I missed you too, Wren.”
She giggled, the sweet sound filling my ears. “You must have. You barely let the elevator doors open.”
I grinned. I hadn’t. As soon as I saw her, I had reached in and pulled her into my arms. Two weeks was two weeks too long without her.
My mouth covered hers again, my tongue greedy for more of her taste. I lifted her, groaning as she wrapped her legs around my waist. I barely had enough sense left to grab her suitcase with one hand while I held her tightly against me with the other. I stumbled down the hall, refusing to move my mouth off hers or let her down.
She pulled back, gasping for breath. “Connor! You missed your door!”
I laughed and kissed her again. I kept walking until I stopped in front of the door at the end of the hall. I set her back on her feet, pushed open the door, then with a huge grin, scooped her up bridal style, chuckling at her gasp.
“What are you doing?”
I kissed her once more and carried her inside. “This is the door now, Jenny. Our door.”
Jenny
I ran my fingers ran over the shiny surface of the stainless-steel appliances in the kitchen. They were so pretty—such nice appliances in this apartment.
I giggled. My new apartment. I giggled again.
The apartment I now lived in with Connor.
Connor.
My Connor.
He was so pretty, too. So excited as he had handed me a large glass of wine and shown me around the new place, pointing out all the things he knew I would like. He surprised me by having all our things already moved in, living together in cupboards and on shelves. Just waiting for me to come back and join them.
Join him.
I took another sip of wine, my hand on the cool surface of the granite. I liked these counters. Connor liked them too.
I bet he’d like to fuck me on these counters.
I’d like that.
I should go find him and ask.
His arms encircled my waist. His warm breath drifted over my cheek as his lips pulled at my lobe. “No need to look, Wren. I’m right here.” His warm tongue ran up my neck. “I’ll fuck you anywhere, anytime. Name the place, and we are so on.”
I groaned as my head fell back on his shoulder.
How much had I had to drink?
He chuckled. “Enough.” He wrapped his hand around my hair, pulling back my head. “My favorite Jenny is here.” Then his mouth covered mine possessively, his hands sliding under my shirt, up and over my breasts, fondling and pinching my nipples that were hard and aching for his touch. I pressed myself back against him, groaning as his mouth left mine and trailed over to my ear, licking and nipping at the sensitive skin behind it. I could feel him hard and straining against me, and I moaned with desire.
God, I wanted him. Now. On the counter, the floor, against the fridge, and anywhere else we could find in the room.
He spun me around. “That’ll do for starters,” he growled in my ear.
I grinned against his lips.
He knew exactly how to get me to open up, in more ways than one.
His hand found the zipper on my jeans. “Damn right, I do. Open for me. Show me how well I know you.”
I whimpered. I wanted him. I wanted him buried inside me. Oh God, I was aching for him.
“I’ll ease the ache, baby. Promise.”
My shirt disappeared, my jeans pulled down and discarded. A few flicks of his wrists and I was bare for him—throbbing and wet, wanting him. His mouth was possessive and hot as his tongue twisted with mine, his bare chest warm against my body. I