“Adrian…”
He could hear her throat working. Could feel the heat radiating from her body. Her breasts brushed against his chest with every heavy breath she took, and his cock pressed so hard against his zipper, the damn thing was probably going to be scarred before the night was over.
Adrian leaned in. He cupped her cheek with his hand. “I don’t want to babysit you, gorgeous.”
She lowered her gaze to his mouth before finding his eyes once more. “What do you want to do?”
“This.”
He brought his lips to hers in a kiss that stole his breath and filled his soul. Beneath him, Jenna hesitated only slightly before responding in a way he’d spent weeks dreaming about.
With both of her hands clutching his bare shoulders, Jenna rose to her tiptoes and pulled herself closer. Her covered breasts pressed against his chest, flooding his mind with memories of making love to her.
No, notlove.Sex. They’d had hot, sweaty, incredible sex. And he couldn’t wait to do it again.
Bending down just enough, Adrian grabbed the backs of Jenna’s thighs and hoisted her into his arms. Without pause, she wrapped her petite legs around his waist as they continued feasting hungrily on each other’s need.
Walking backward, he carefully moved them to the bed she’d been sitting on. When he felt the back of his knees hit the mattress, he spun them around and carefully lowered Jenna onto the bed.
He followed her down.
“God, I’ve missed your taste,” he growled. Using his lips and teeth and tongue, he ate at her like the starved man he was.
A tiny whimper escaped the back of her throat, but she said nothing. Instead, Adrian felt her warm hands sliding between them as they began working the button on his jeans.
He’d been waiting for this moment. Had lived night and day fantasizing about seeing her again. Feeling her wet heat sucking his hard body dry. But now that he was here, Adrian found himself pulling away.
“What’s wrong?” She nibbled his chin. “Do you need a condom?”
“What? No.” He frowned. “Why? Do you have one?”
If she did, that meant she’d packed it. If she packed it, that meant she’d planned on having sex.
Given her reaction to seeing him here, Adrian was confident he wasn’t even a blip on her radar, which meant she’d thought about having sex with someoneotherthan him.
A powerful surge of jealousy rolled through him, followed by a sudden and intense feeling of nausea. The reaction took him off guard.
He’d never been possessive of anyone before, but the idea of Jenna sleeping with another man made him physically sick.
“No, I don’t have one.” She chuckled but a second later, her smile faltered as she stared at him a little too closely. “Would it be a problem if I did?”
Lie, dickhead. Lie your ass off right fucking now!
“Someone even thinks about touching you, I’ll kill them.”
So much for lying.
Jenna sucked in a breath. Her green eyes darkened.
Adrian had seen a lot of women drop their panties for big, tough, alpha assholes. He’d never understood it, and frankly, Jenna didn’t strike him as the type.
So he shouldn’t have been surprised when she began glaring at him and pushing against his chest. Yet, he was.
“Get off of me,” she growled.
He blinked. “What?”
“You heard me.” She shoved at him again. “I said…get…off!”