Page 21 of Playing With His Heart

Wow.He’d searched her out to apologize for being a putz, not knowing how things really worked between two people, and she’d apologized? I had a few things to learn about a few things.

“I sound like a broken record, but I’m sorry about Ann answering the door. She felt as horrible as I do, and she promised she will never do that again. Shewillbe back in a few days to work on the bedroom but promised she would call first.”

Jenna laughed. “Listen to us, we’re acting like an old married couple, but neither of us has a clue about relationships. It wasn’t my place to act out at all toward either of you about any of it.”

“So, is that what this is? A relationship?”

She turned her back to the window where he’d gotten much closer to her. Jenna’s shoulders shrugged. His gaze fixed on the luscious lips she nervously licked.

“Would that be bad, if it was?”

His head shook as he moved his fingers to graze over the softness of her face. He wanted to kiss her again, but this time he wouldn’t ask permission and wouldn’t apologize. He wanted her that badly. When his lips finally took possession of hers, there was a sense of completion flowing through him. She made him feel whole.

He wrapped her in a tight embrace, gently moving them toward her couch. When he felt the cushions hit the back of his legs, she took a step away from him, breaking the moment. Had he misread the situation? She’d been eagerly returning his obvious advances. His answer came to him swiftly when she removed her T-shirt, throwing it on the floor. Then she looked at him with an evil grin that lit his libido on fire.

“You are beautiful, and right now I want to touch every single inch of you. Is that a problem?

“Well, since that’s what I’d really like to do to you, I don’t think we have a problem at all.”

She smiled and fumbled for the bottom edge of his shirt, but he was way ahead of her. He’d thrown it to land on the floor next to hers. He fingered the lace on the front of her bra while she worked on the button fly of his jeans. The movement of her fingers against the rock-hard erection he’d had since before he started kissing her was bringing him dangerously close to the edge. If he didn’t stop her, there would be no point in taking his pants off.

“You’re driving me crazy—but you know that, right?”

“I was hoping.” Her grin did almost as much to him as her fingers. He took over removing his jeans while she got rid of the rest of her clothes.

When they both stood naked, he didn’t wait for an invitation. He grabbed her waist, pulling her snug against his need for her and took possession of her lips first, then kissed down her neckline and farther to where her hardened nipples begged for his lips. He pulled one between his teeth while his fingers found her free nipple and twisted gently until she moaned. With an arm wrapped around her, he sat on the couch, pulling her to straddle him.

She moved on him until they connected, her wet core slowly encompassing every inch of him until she was firmly seated and her breathing labored. They moved together as one, in a rhythm that took them both over the edge.

Chapter Nine

Jenna woke in a messy pile of blankets in the middle of her living room floor, alone, wondering where Zayn had disappeared to. Was he ashamed of what they’d done? He sure hadn’t acted like it. Had she been too forward?

“Jesus woman, get out of your own head for two seconds.”

If he hadn’t wanted any of that to happen, he could have left at any time.

“From what I remember, he was a very willing participant.”

“Did you say something?”

Oh shit! He didn’t leave.

“Sorry, I was just talking to myself. Where are you?”

Within seconds he appeared in front of her carrying two heaping plates full of French toast. It was her favorite.

“I hope you like this.” He handed her a plate. “I don’t do a lot of cooking but this is one of my favorites so I made yours like I eat it, with lots of butter and syrup.”

“It’s perfect.” She sat up against the sofa and wrapped a blanket around her very naked body.

“Don’t cover up on my account.”

He’s right. It’s not like he hadn’t seen every inch of her already. She just didn’t feel right casually sitting in her living room naked. She never thought about doing something like that when it was just her, so why would she now?

“I was joking, Jenna. Don’t overthink it.”

He sat down on the floor beside her.

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