Page 102 of Opening Strain

“I know. You’ll have to ignore them, like I generally do.” Except when they go after the woman I love.

“Doesn’t seem like the restraining order did much good.”

“If you agree, you’ll be far away from here. UC’s PR team will have tighter control.” They better.

She worries her bottom lip and I have an unbearable desire to lick it.

“I’m not sure. I still need to talk with Court and Ma.”

“Which you can do in the morning. Right now”—I lean in closer—“I need to soothe that lip of yours.”

I don’t wait for her response, simply mash our lips together. Like before, after a second, she opens up for me. My tongue sweeps through her mouth, tracing her bottom lip. Her little moan spurs me to envelop her in my arms and drag her to my body.

On screen, shots are fired but they don’t come close to the fireworks raging through my body. When our tongues clash like an out-of-control inferno, I drag my fingers down her torso until I’m able to trace her boobs. Outline her bra. Go around her chest and work the hooks open even though she’s still wearing her shirt.

Her hands skim down my torso and pull up my sweatshirt. I help her and soon we’re both naked from the waist up. The way her boobs press against my chest is indescribable. More. I want more.

Grabbing her hips, I drag her across the sofa until she straddles me. My lips pay homage to her rosy nipples, biting and licking and sucking. Her lower half undulates over me and I clamp her down over my straining erection.

Pain shoots through my right leg and my eyes pop open. No. Fucking. Way. I ignore the unpleasant throbbing, focusing on how her nipples have pebbled for me. She shifts her weight over me and I let out a groan. Not of pleasure.

Above me, Jenna’s eyelids reveal dazed grey irises. Which morph into an awareness. “Oh my God, Bennett. Are you all right?” She struggles to get off my lap and lands in a heap onmy left side.

“I was better a second ago when you were on my lap.” Even as I say these words, I know they’re a lie. My hand massages my uncooperative groin.

“Let me get ice.”

The thought of putting something so cold next to my rock-hard cock elicits an immediate response. “No way.” I suck in air and pull her tight to my side. “Stay with me. You’ll make it all better.”

I can tell she wants to argue. Yet, the slumping of her body next to mine is all the response I need. A tentative palm lands on my chest. “I can feel your heart racing.”

My cheeks inflate. “See what you do to me, Jenna? Stay.”

I hold her for a long while, until her head lands on my upper pec and I kiss her forehead. “You mean so much to me,” I whisper. When she doesn’t reply, I check her gorgeous face and am rewarded with dark lashes covering the tops of her cheeks. She’s asleep.

Damn.

I arrange her body, enjoying how her limbs fit into mine like they were made for each other. My muscle pull stops hurting after a while, and I reach for a throw blanket to cover us both. I’ve slept in much less comfortable places. With her at my side, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.

My alarm rings at seven in the morning, waking me. Jenna’s head is still against my side and a longing to wake like this every day emerges. Well, perhaps notexactlylike this considering we’re still half-dressed on the sofa downstairs and not naked, in a proper bed. But I would wake like this for the rest of my life if I’m with her.

I kiss the top of her head. “Jenna,” I whisper. “Time to get up.”

I swear she kisses my upper pec. Her head flips to the opposite direction then she startles upright, the blanket falling to expose her beautiful boobs. “Oh no. Did we fall asleep down here?”

Eyes glued where my lips want to be, I reply, “Sure did.”

She looks down, gasps, and pulls the blanket off my body to cover hers. “I can’t imagine what you mustthink of me.”

That you’re not a groupie. Because if she were, we’d have done the nasty at least two or three times last night. We wouldn’t be talking now either. I keep these thoughts to myself. “Your virtue’s safe with me.”

She pauses in the process of putting hair behind her ear. “How’s your leg?”

“Doesn’t hurt now.”

“Good.” She stares at my chest. “You UC boys sure are shredded.”

While true, I don’t like being lumped together with the band. “I’m sure my rehab is easier because of all the work I’ve put in at the gym.”

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