heat, how tight, how right, she felt around me. She draped her arms over my shoulders and lifted her face, her eyes wide and dark.
“Connor, please,” she pleaded.
I covered her mouth, kissing her hard, and kept moving. I grabbed her ass, slamming her down on me, grunting my approval as she clung tight.
We moved as if we’d been lovers for years. I knew her body, and I knew what she needed. She took me inside, bringing me home, making me hers as much as I made her mine.
The beginnings of another orgasm started. My balls tightened; my spine snapped with nerves.
“Come for me, Wren. Let me feel you,” I begged, needing and wanting that desperately.
Her head fell back, a soundless “O” forming on her lips. Her pussy clenched around me like a fist, sending me into my own release. I moved faster, groaning her name.
Until she was spent.
Until I was done.
Carefully, I laid her on the pillow, withdrawing from her. I relaxed beside her, smiling as she curled into my chest.
The room smelled like us. Sex, her, and me. We were sticky, sweating, and perfect.
I pressed a kiss to her head. “Told you. Fucking inferno.”
She stretched, her toes dragging along my calf. “I’ve never felt anything like that until tonight.”
“It’s only going to get better.”
“I may combust.”
“I’ll put out the flames, baby.”
She giggled, running her finger between us where we were damp and hot. “Your fire extinguisher does double duty. Starts and puts out flames.”
I laughed at her silly remark.
We were quiet for a while, and she looked up at me, her gaze filled with tenderness. “I don’t want to go home.”
I tucked her closer. “This is home, Wren. Stay.”
“Okay,” she breathed out. “We should get some sleep.”
I glanced at the clock. “It’s past three. Neither of us will get much tonight.” I tilted up her chin. “You’re gonna be tired tomorrow.”
She slid her arms around my neck.
“I’m good with that because it’s so worth it.”
Strangely enough, I agreed wholeheartedly.
I shook my head to clear it, the mere memory of that night making my cock swell. I was already having trouble focusing. We needed to get home—I needed Jenny alone.
We turned the corner into the produce section, and I had to stifle a groan. She ate way too many vegetables—never mind the fruit. She was constantly filling my plate with them, and damn it, I ate them because she asked me to with those soft eyes and sweet voice. I was so whipped.
I sighed and grabbed a bag. I didn’t even ask before I went over to the apples and started filling it up. They were always on the list—along with bananas, grapes, and, whenever she could get it, watermelon. Jenny loved watermelon. She said I picked good ones, so I was in charge of choosing one. I liked impressing her with my melon-tapping skills to find the perfect one. Normally, I made a great show of picking them for her; I loved making her laugh. But tonight, I just wanted to finish the damn shopping and go home. I wanted her. Alone. It wasn’t melons I wanted to tap.
Well, maybe her melons.
Plus, I had some sugar sprinkling to do.
My hands were full as I turned and stopped dead. Jenny was across the aisle, her stance rigid, her expression appalled, and in front of her—John. I could tell from her body language she wasn’t scared, but she wasn’t happy to see him. I hurried over, stopping when I reached her side. He was talking, gesturing, telling her his sob story. He barely glanced my way as I dropped the bags in the cart and wrapped my arm around her waist in silent support. John was so busy blabbering, he didn’t even notice the gesture.
“It’s been awful, babe. It’s as though my luck has changed. Nothing has been right since you walked out on me.”
Babe? Walked out on him? He was fucking someone else when she walked in. What the hell?
Beside me, Jenny stiffened, and I tightened my arm, wondering if I was going to have to shut him up soon. I wasn’t going to let him upset her.
Jenny stepped forward, my arm slipping off her waist. She reached out her hand, and I grabbed it with mine, holding it firmly.
“I didn’t walk out, John. You threw me out. Forcefully.”
He looked at our entwined hands and blinked, not even acknowledging her remark. Then he carried on as though nothing had happened.
“It started with some weird shit with my car. It got