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Jenny asked for a bottle of water from the fridge. She liked that he didn’t lead with the alcohol, as if to imply she needed it for courage. Likewise, he didn’t ignore it or assume the winewould make her uncomfortable after her recent adventure in over-indulgence.

In moments, he returned with chilled water for each of them. Jenny was seated on the couch, and he chose the spot right next to her. She liked that, too. Once she got the details about what went on with Suzanne, if she still felt amorous, it’d be a breeze to jump on him, literally and figuratively.

Wade filled her in on his conversation with Suzanne, and it sent her reeling.

“Oh wow. I can’t tell if I should hate her or pity her. But it’s less because of her actions and more because I’m so angry and frustrated and feel sorry for her and want to adopt her.”

Wade burst out laughing. “Only you would have that reaction.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked with an arch look.

“It means you are far too good for me, but I hope I can convince you to stick around, anyway.”

Chapter 16: I Think You’re All Talk

WADE

Wade scooted forward on the couch and wrapped his arm around Jenny’s shoulder. When he pulled her body closer, their knees gently collided.

“You’re always moving me around,” she chided.

“I like touching you. This is more socially acceptable than what I want to do.”

“And what’s that?”

Her voice came out husky, and his eyes flared in response.

“This.”

His head dipped towards her, and Wade nuzzled her cheek. At her small gasp, he reminded himself to go slow. He might be all in, but that didn’t mean Jenny was on the same page. The last thing he wanted was to scare her away when it seemed as if everything he wanted was finally in sight.

It was difficult, though, because she smelled so good, and she looked even better. She trembled slightly, and he hoped itwas from excitement, not nerves. From what he overheard in the breakroom, though, they had a lot to overcome. But he was willing to do the work to change her impressions of herself.

“God, you smell so good,” he groaned as he pulled back to look in her eyes.

She gifted him one of the shy smiles that captivated him from the first.

“It’s my shampoo,” she said.

“No, I think it’s just you.”

He scrutinized her expression as he leaned in to kiss her. If she showed the slightest bit of hesitation, he would—

That thought disappeared when she grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face closer to hers. Their lips finally met in a heated frenzy. What he intended as a tentative, exploratory kiss morphed into a passionate embrace. Jenny met each hungry kiss with a ravenous one of her own.

He cupped her cheeks and jaw as he methodically devoured her mouth. He could kiss her for hours. The softness of her full lips, the smoothness of her soft skin, the spicy taste of her mouth—all of it enchanted him. Jenny brought one of her own hands up to rest on his neck.

Wade liked sex, of course, but he also enjoyed foreplay, especially kissing. His cock swelled at Jenny’s obvious enthusiasm for making out. Some of his past partners were more interested in skipping ahead to orgasms and didn’t always appreciate a steamy buildup. He enjoyed every aspect of intimacy.

Her hands tangled in his hair as he pressed kisses along her jawline and nibbled her earlobe. When his fingers burrowed into the hair at the back of her neck and pulled just a little, she let out a mewl of excitement that hardened him further. A groan rumbled low in his throat as she pressed her body closer to his.

This was already so much fun. He wondered if romance novels gave her a stronger appreciation for making out, or if that was just her way. Regardless, he was thrilled at her eagerness and would be happy if all she wanted was kisses.

Then she climbed into his lap, and all thoughts fled. She hiked up the skirt that drove him wild all evening in order to straddle his thighs. Wade scooted back on to give her more room to maneuver. They let out matching groans when her center rubbed against his throbbing cock. Her heat singed him through his pants.

“Holy shit,” he hissed.

“Less talking, more touching,” she said, surprising him again.

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