but somehow that didn’t make the slightest bit of difference to her: she felt every inch of his body against hers, and he was huge and hot.
Oh, God. I kissed him last night, then I lost it. I must have passed out from the panic attack – I remember barely being able to suck in a breath. Dammit.
Slowly, she turned her head to look at Chris. He was still sleeping, and she propped up her chin on her hand and examined his face in the early morning light.
Damn, he’s handsome .
She knew Chris was good-looking, of course, but she’d never really looked at him. When she stared at him, she was always pulled in to his gray gaze, and she lost her train of thought when those hands touched her cheek or hair. She’d never seen him like this, his eyes closed, his face in repose, and she greedily drank him in.
His eyelashes were blond, she saw now. His lips were full and slightly parted. His jaw was square and strong, and his cheekbones were curved and carved. The lines around his eyes were relaxed, but she preferred when he smiled at her and they appeared. Nothing sexier than eye-crinkles on a man, she’d come to appreciate.
She lay there for a while, still and quiet, gazing at him, listening to him breathe. Her panic from the night before was long gone, and had moved far away from her. She felt safe and warm with him, and she’d give anything to be able to stay where she was for the whole rest of the day.
Is that what it feels like to be loved?
When his eyes opened, she smiled at him. He stared at her for a second, then he started.
“Oh, my God… Jenny. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”
“It’s OK.” She touched his mouth, ran her finger over his lower lip. “I’m OK.”
“You sure? You want to move away?”
“No.” She lifted herself a bit. “I want to pick up where we left off last night.”
Chris blinked. “You – you do?”
She nodded. “Can I?”
He grinned. “Hell, yes, you can.”
She lowered her face to his, and he groaned aloud when she licked inside his mouth, teasing him with small thrusts of her tongue before nibbling on his lips. He gripped her lower back and hips, pulling her tight against him, wanting her as close as possible.
Jenny felt that same power that she had experienced the night before: being on top of him gave her a sense of comfort and control that she hadn’t expected. Knowing that he was almost at her mercy – though in reality, he could flip and dominate her without batting an eyelash – was something that she needed. It was purely psychological, she knew… but somehow it was enough.
For Chris, being pinned under Jenny’s warm curves was the closest thing to heaven he could imagine on earth. She was all breasts and ass and thighs, and she was everything he’d ever wanted in a woman. He just lay beneath her, kissing her over and over, wanting to never move again.
Finally, she pulled back and he opened his eyes. She was pink and glowing in the sunrise, and he smiled.
“You’re so gorgeous, baby,” he said, his voice rough. “I love seeing you like this.”
She dropped her eyes, embarrassed. He gently lifted her chin, forced her to meet his eyes.
“I mean it,” he said. “Seeing you so relaxed, so comfortable. It’s beautiful.”
“Thanks.” She took a deep breath. “And I hate to say this, but I have to get to work.”
“I know,” he said. “Me too.”
But neither one of them moved right away; they stayed where they were for a few minutes more, just holding each other. It was the best start to the day that either one of them had experienced in a long, long time.
Maybe the best start ever .
**
“Kissing?” Kat squealed. “Oh, my God! I want to hear all about this !”
Jenny blushed. “Well, what’s to hear? He… ummmm… he’s a great kisser?”
“Good start,” Kat said. “So – when do you get his shirt off? I want to hear all about his body. I bet it’s amazing.”
“Hush up over there,” Liv said. “Don’t
Oh, God. I kissed him last night, then I lost it. I must have passed out from the panic attack – I remember barely being able to suck in a breath. Dammit.
Slowly, she turned her head to look at Chris. He was still sleeping, and she propped up her chin on her hand and examined his face in the early morning light.
Damn, he’s handsome .
She knew Chris was good-looking, of course, but she’d never really looked at him. When she stared at him, she was always pulled in to his gray gaze, and she lost her train of thought when those hands touched her cheek or hair. She’d never seen him like this, his eyes closed, his face in repose, and she greedily drank him in.
His eyelashes were blond, she saw now. His lips were full and slightly parted. His jaw was square and strong, and his cheekbones were curved and carved. The lines around his eyes were relaxed, but she preferred when he smiled at her and they appeared. Nothing sexier than eye-crinkles on a man, she’d come to appreciate.
She lay there for a while, still and quiet, gazing at him, listening to him breathe. Her panic from the night before was long gone, and had moved far away from her. She felt safe and warm with him, and she’d give anything to be able to stay where she was for the whole rest of the day.
Is that what it feels like to be loved?
When his eyes opened, she smiled at him. He stared at her for a second, then he started.
“Oh, my God… Jenny. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”
“It’s OK.” She touched his mouth, ran her finger over his lower lip. “I’m OK.”
“You sure? You want to move away?”
“No.” She lifted herself a bit. “I want to pick up where we left off last night.”
Chris blinked. “You – you do?”
She nodded. “Can I?”
He grinned. “Hell, yes, you can.”
She lowered her face to his, and he groaned aloud when she licked inside his mouth, teasing him with small thrusts of her tongue before nibbling on his lips. He gripped her lower back and hips, pulling her tight against him, wanting her as close as possible.
Jenny felt that same power that she had experienced the night before: being on top of him gave her a sense of comfort and control that she hadn’t expected. Knowing that he was almost at her mercy – though in reality, he could flip and dominate her without batting an eyelash – was something that she needed. It was purely psychological, she knew… but somehow it was enough.
For Chris, being pinned under Jenny’s warm curves was the closest thing to heaven he could imagine on earth. She was all breasts and ass and thighs, and she was everything he’d ever wanted in a woman. He just lay beneath her, kissing her over and over, wanting to never move again.
Finally, she pulled back and he opened his eyes. She was pink and glowing in the sunrise, and he smiled.
“You’re so gorgeous, baby,” he said, his voice rough. “I love seeing you like this.”
She dropped her eyes, embarrassed. He gently lifted her chin, forced her to meet his eyes.
“I mean it,” he said. “Seeing you so relaxed, so comfortable. It’s beautiful.”
“Thanks.” She took a deep breath. “And I hate to say this, but I have to get to work.”
“I know,” he said. “Me too.”
But neither one of them moved right away; they stayed where they were for a few minutes more, just holding each other. It was the best start to the day that either one of them had experienced in a long, long time.
Maybe the best start ever .
**
“Kissing?” Kat squealed. “Oh, my God! I want to hear all about this !”
Jenny blushed. “Well, what’s to hear? He… ummmm… he’s a great kisser?”
“Good start,” Kat said. “So – when do you get his shirt off? I want to hear all about his body. I bet it’s amazing.”
“Hush up over there,” Liv said. “Don’t
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