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Lord. This angel is mine. Every blessed inch.
How do I stop my heart from capsizing under this weight?
How do I let her go when the time comes for her to return to Los Angeles?
“Do you have to go home tonight?” she asks me, kissing my shoulder, her fingers sifting through my chest hair. Those teeth buried in her bottom lip.Anxious princess.
“Yes,” I answer, though I have no clue how I’m going to force myself to leave Jenna.
NakedJenna who is yawning into my neck and snuggling into my side, right where she belongs. A vital piece of me I didn’t know was missing.
“Can I come too?” she whispers.
“Yes,” I say, without hesitation.
CHAPTER 7
Jenna
Ican barely breathe watching Penn carry his sleeping child out of the house, laying her down in the back seat behind me. He’s so many amazing things. A protector, a father, a lover. Honorable, intuitive, honest. Dominant when the moment calls for it. Gruff. Sweet.
“It’s a good thing she’s asleep, because I think she’d probably have a meltdown if she saw Jenna Fairchild in my passenger seat,” Penn says wryly, getting behind the wheel. “Once she’s out, she’s out, though.”
“Maybe…”MaybeI can meet her in the morning.
When I trail off, Penn glances over at me. “Maybe what?”
Stop trying to turn this into a relationship.He made it clear that isn’t in the cards, right? Being too eager is only going to cause him to pull away.
Won’t it?
“Nothing,” I breathe, shaking my head. “How far away is your house?”
“Ten minutes.”
I chew my lip, not knowing if I should ask my next question, but unable to do anything but appease my curiosity. “And her mother?”
He drums his fingers on the wheel, no doubt remembering my jealous display earlier. Still, he doesn’t remind me of my behavior or make fun of me for it. He just gives me the benefit of the doubt and answers evenly. “She’s not far from LA, actually. A town called Ojai. She lives there with her boyfriend, when she’s not overseas.”
“When does she come home?”
“Couple of months. Then Erin will be splitting time between us. I’ll have her for most of the summer. Some holidays and weekends. She’ll have her for the school year.”
“Do you get along with her?”
“Well enough to be good parents and communicate, when necessary,” he says, impressing his next statement on me with a stern look. “We were only ever meant to be friends, Jenna. Nothing more. That’s all we’ll ever be.”
I nod and sit back, resting in the feeling Penn gives me. One I’ve never had in my life. Total and complete safety. Nothing bad is going to happen to me as long as he’s nearby. That certainty coasts over me like cool water, my anxieties unraveling and falling away, all from observing the capable wrist he draped over the wheel, his other hand holding mine on the seat between us, his gaze straying to my breasts every few seconds—and it’s easy to see why. I didn’t bother with a bra after we made love, and the truck is bouncing over roots and potholes, causing them to jiggle and bounce in my strapless top.
“Lord have mercy,” he grunts, shifting in his seat.
I beam back at him happily, turning slightly to give him a better view.
Normally I hate my body being objectified, but apparently, IlovePenn doing it.
Because he is careful with me. Because he listens and adjusts his actions to make me happy and comfortable. The way he guessed that it wasn’t the right time to spank me. The way he waited for my body to stop hurting before moving inside of me. The kisses he gave me at the exact right moment I needed them. How he guarded me in the bar. How he saved me from being exploited earlier today.
How he orgasms me like he was born knowing the combination to my pleasure.
