Page 15 of Savage in the Sheets
She launches out of her chair. “Go—just leave.”
Holy shit—what have I done?
I rise from my seat, hoping that maybe in a day or two, I can undo the damage I’ve caused.
When I reach the door, I see that Jenna’s eyes are glistening with tears, and a tidal wave of guilt washes over me.
“Jenna, I didn’t mean—”
“Just go! I know you’re hot and can get any piece of ass that you want. Your lap is never empty for more than a minute. But that doesn’t mean I want any of your favors.”
I don’t think. I just react, leaning down and pressing my lips to hers.
After a startled gasp, she gives a cute squeak that morphs into a moan, her lips moving slightly against mine.
I feel naked. Exposed. Like I’m baring my soul and letting Jenna see the most vulnerable part of me.
It’s not something I’ve ever felt before.
As much as I don’t want to break the kiss, I have to see her. I have to look her in the eyes and figure out what she’s thinking. Nothing’s ever felt so important before. So urgent.
Our lips part, and we simply stare at each other for a long minute.
Stunned. Apprehension. Longing, if I’m not mistaken. Jenna looks just as confused as I feel.
I stand straight up to give us some distance, but her hand hooks around the back of my neck, and she brings my mouth back down to her, her lips hungry with want.
My tongue slides into her mouth as hers eagerly wraps around mine. This is not the Jenna I’m used to. I don’t think it’s a Jenna that anyone’s ever met before.
When her body presses against mine, my cock stands at attention, and that’s when things become awkward.
I push her away. “Sorry.”
Her brow furrows. “Sorry?”
My eyes downcast to my member. “Sometimes it has a mind of its own.”
She crosses her arms over her chest. “Is it really that humiliating to get a boner over me?”
“No! Absolutely not! It’s just…I didn’t know how you’d feel about it.”
“Then ask me.”
I purse my lips, wondering where this is all headed. One part of me wants to scoop her up, bring her into the bedroom, and show her exactly how to let go. But another part of me is scared.
“How do you feel about me getting hard over you?”
She bites her lower lip and gives me a coy grin. “I feel like it would be a good tool to use during my on-the-job training.”
Fuck me!
I exhale slowly, my eyes taking in the curved lines of her body.
“Does that upset you?” she asks, her voice full of unease.
Jenna is the closest thing you have to family. Your parents only call to ask for money. Your siblings despise you. If you aren’t careful, you’re going to have no one left. Thanksgiving: alone. Christmas: alone. Birthday: alone.
“Jenna, the entire time we’ve been friends, I’ve known that you are a beautiful woman, but I put those thoughts in a box and lock away the key for a reason. I don’t want to ruin what we have together.”
