He jerked her off her feet, wrapped her legs around his waist, and pushed himself inside her, thrusting hard.
It was like coming home.
She arched against the wall, shifting her hips so that his cock rubbed her clit with each thrust. “Oh, yes.”
He buried his face against the side of her throat, inhaling her scent, his hips thrusting hard, her inner muscles gripping his cock like a fist, her sweet whimpers urging him on.
Harder, faster.
Jenna. Jenna.
He wanted her, needed her, needed all of her.
Sharp nails digging into his back. The hot, slick feel of her. Her legs a vice around his waist. Her panting cries.
Oh, she felt so fucking good.
He fought to hold on, to last long enough to please her, but his control had frayed to a single thread, his balls already drawing tight.
She cried out, coming apart in his arms.
He was right behind her, moaning out his pleasure against her soft skin, losing himself inside her.
For a moment, they stayed as they were, both breathing hard, Derek’s heart thrumming in his chest.
He raised his head, looked into her beautiful eyes.
She smiled. “Do you know how delicious it is to be held like this?”
“What do you mean?”
“When I’m in your arms, I feel feminine, protected.”
So, she liked muscle. Good to know.
“I’d just like to point out that youarefeminine, and you’re in a security compound, so youareprotected.”
“Doing it up against a wall like this was on my sexual bucket list.”
“I’m happy to help you cross it off.” He withdrew from her and scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bed, knowing now that she would like that, too. “Maybe I should take a look at that bucket list—while we have some time.”
14
Jenna could get used to this.
Derek carried her to the bed, sank to the mattress with her still in his arms, the two of them laughing and rolling together in the sheets.
Jenna came to rest on top of him and straddled his hips. “God, I love your body. You’re like a Greek statue, except you’re real. I just want to play with you.”
He grinned, tucked an arm behind his head. “I won’t stop you.”
Jenna indulged herself. While he watched, she ran her hands over his pecs and abs, squeezed his biceps. “Your arm is bigger than both of mine together.”
“Testosterone. It makes men big, strong, and stupid.”
She laughed. “Women have testosterone, too, just not as much.”
“Listen to you—the midwife. The next thing you’ll tell me is that men have estrogen.”