Page 30 of Taking Jenny
“Oh my god, no! I didn’t mean it like that.” I reached up to touch his jaw, reassuring him. I had to remind myself that last night had been his first time, as crazy as that was to me, so his insecurities made sense. “Three times in one night, especially after the day we had? That’s a lot. In the best way.”
He absently threaded his long fingers through my disheveled hair, his touch gentle and soothing for such a big, strong alien man. “You were pleased?”
“Very much.”
His body relaxed beside me, tension easing from his muscles. “That is good to know.”
But now I was the one hit with anxiety. “And you? Were you…happy with how things went?”
“Last night was the greatest night of my life.”
He said it with such conviction that my heart clenched and I inwardly swooned. “To my knowledge, I’ve never been someone’s first time before.”
“Then I am honored to be your first…first.”
“I guess it was a first time for us both, going by that standard,” I said, then added, “And I meant to say it last night, but I’m on a birth control shot, so we don’t have to worry about that.”
His stomach chose that moment to growl, vibrating beneath my palm. Then he chuckled. “Apologies.”
“Are you hungry?”
“Famished,” he said with a little growl in his voice. “You wore me out.”
I pushed myself up. “Then we should probably figure out what breakfast is around here.”
His expression turned serious. “I am a bit more concerned with escape at the moment. Especially now that we have daylight.”
My eyes widened and hope coursed through me. “Do you really think we could?”
He sighed, staring out the window. “I am uncertain. Though perhaps going to breakfast would give us the information required to flee this awful place.”
Then he looked back at me, a pensive look in his eyes. “However, there is a problem regarding breakfast, and I don’t know how to solve it. Could I ask your advice?”
“Anything, Tiger.”
He reached out to stroke my hair again, his hot, hungry gaze drifting down to where the covers had slipped to my waist, exposing my bare breasts. “How do I convince myself to leave this bed, when you look like that?”
I blushed, but laughed. “Well, if you don’t eat, then you won’t have the energy to fuck me.”
“Good point.”
I lightly smacked his shoulder and pushed away from him. “Come on. We both need to eat.”
“If you say so,” he grumbled.
We got out of bed to dress, and I was relieved to find daywear that was more of a breakfast appropriate wardrobe than what I’d worn the night before. The most shocking and delightful discovery? Jeans. Actual denim jeans from Earth. What kind of magic did Malice possess to get his hands on American attire, in my perfect size? Then again, I thought about the well-tailored suits that he wore, so clearly Mal had his connections.
I grabbed the jeans immediately, pairing them with a white tee and sneakers. Whatever came next, at least I’d be comfortable.
Instead of his utility uniform, Tiger emerged from his bedroom in dark jeans and a black Henley that showcased his muscular arms and chest, and I nearly reconsidered breakfast altogether. He looked ridiculously hot—tousled, masculine, delicious.
He gave me a once-over, his gaze appreciative and warm. “Earth clothes suit you.”
I smiled and gave him a playful curtsy. “And you as well.” Then, I hooked my arm through his. “Let’s go find food.”
Navigating our way back to the dining hall was easy enough, though when we arrived, the doors were shut.
“Looking for your breakfast?” a voice interrupted behind us.
