Page 84 of Opening Strain

I need to turn this table back to the fevered kisses. “How about this? We do a little hot, then cold.”

“Excuse me?”

“If I have to have another freaking ice pack, then I’ll need something to warm me up. I’ll sit on the sofa over there”—I quirk my head toward the family room—“and you play nurse. Then I’ll play...My voice trails off.Pimp. Dom. Alpha. Jeez, all these are not what I’m looking for.

Jenna rescues me. “Randy teen?”

“That’ll do.”

We relocate to the family room, where she slaps the ice pack on my thigh as soon as my butt hits the leather sofa. When she’s finished inspecting my muscle pull, I grab her around the waist.

“I’ve never seen a nurse as sexy as you, Miss Westfield. Especially one without a shirt.”

Her brow arches. “A gentleman such as you, Mr. Hardy, shouldn’t speak of my state of undress.”

“Even if this ‘gentleman’ was the cause of the article of clothing being missing?” My hands reach out and weigh her boobs. Not huge, but definitely more than a mouthful. “Let me reciprocate.” I toss my shirt somewhere into the room.

Her gaze lands on my necklace, then lowers to my tattoos. Her breath catches. “Oh my.”

“You know what, nurse? It hurts down there too.”

“Looks like it might.” Her hand remains on my thigh.

I reach around and unhook her bra, with practiced ease. “I think these might be a good distraction.”

My lips close in on her nipple, sucking. Her back arches, giving me better access. Without hesitation, I nibble and then lave herdistended nipple. Then I move to the other boob. Have to give them equal time.

I slide my hand down to her pants and pop open the button. My fingers dip inside, reveling in her warm heat.

“I need to check the ice pack.”

My fingers tap against the sofa as she stands and takes a step. I reach out and grab her around the waist. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“I was giving you some room. Because of the ice, you know?”

“Good try sweetheart.”Sweetheart. There’s that word again. I tug her body and she comes closer to me. We both watch as her zipper lowers.

Her pants and panties sail to the floor.

She stands before me, naked. “You’re beautiful, Jenna. Do you know that?”

A bemused smile crosses her face. “I’m nothing special.”

“If you believe that, then you’ve been hanging out with the wrong men.” I’m sure Darren wouldn’t let her believe such foolishness. I shake my head to clear it. The only people in this relationship tonight are Jenna and me. All others can fuck off. “Open your legs.”

“What?” I tap the insides of her thighs, and she complies. No sooner are her legs open, then I rub her clit. “Oh!”

“I like the sound of that, Jenna.” My fingers do a circling motion, causing her lower torso to roll for me. The ice pack falls off my thigh and lands on the floor, but she doesn’t notice. I’m too wrapped up in bringing her pleasure to care.

Her hands blindly reach out to hold onto my shoulders, causing her boobs to dance in front of me. I do the only sensible thing, and latch onto one while my fingers play her like a well-tuned guitar. I want to make her scream in pleasure. Lose herself to me. This is happening.

My mouth moves to her other nipple. I dive deeper into her wet core, and make a come-hither motion to hit her G-spot.

“Bennett.” Her breathing turns erratic, her hips moving in time with my fingers.

I circle her clit, wishing it were my tongue rather than my fingers doing the work. Next time. Eyes closed, her body is mine to direct. She keeps climbing and climbing, but never lets go.

She needs to surrender.

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