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But even knowing the risk, I still find myself holding him tighter, breathing him in deeply.
Because despite all my fears, falling for Abram feels too good to fight it.
CHAPTER 21
ABRAM
Sunlight spills across Jenna’s bare skin, highlighting every gorgeous curve, every delicious inch. I prop myself up on an elbow, admiring the beauty sprawled beside me. Her fiery hair cascades over the pillow, a wild tangle I long to wrap around my fist again. As her chest rises and falls gently, I trace the soft, inviting swell of her hip with hungry eyes.
God, she’s perfect.
Every single part of her, those thick thighs I love gripping as she rides me, the generous hips that fit perfectly beneath my palms, her perfect, pink nipples that taste as sweet as candy.Every mouthwatering curve brings me to my knees, again and again.
She catches me looking and arches a teasing eyebrow. "Shouldn't we be getting back to work?" she asks playfully, lips curling into a smirk.
I chuckle. “I’d say we’re already putting in a full day’s work,” I reply, my eyes drifting slowly down her flushed body, making my point crystal clear. “In a matter of speaking.”
A blush blooms across her pale skin before something shifts subtly in her expression, a shadow passing behind those luminous green eyes. Before I can ask, she suddenly sits up, grabbing a blanket to cover herself.
“Jenna?”
She offers a quick, forced smile. “Just need some water. I’ll be right back.”
She disappears into the bathroom before I can say another word. I hear the sound of water pouring into a glass. A convenient excuse, but I recognize it for what it is—a reason to put space between us. A reason to hide whatever sudden insecurity just flared to life inside her.
Anger rises like a hot wave in my chest. I know exactly who planted that insecurity: Daria with her venomous tongue. The bitch.
When Jenna returns, she's still wrapped in the blanket, eyes downcast. I sit up, gesturing gently. “Come here,krasivaya moya,” I say. “Tell me what's wrong.”
She hesitates, her embarrassment evident, but she finally walks over to the bed, sinking down beside me. She twists the blanket nervously in her hands, refusing to meet my gaze.
A moment passes. Finally, she speaks. “I hate admitting this,” she begins quietly, “but that comment your ex-wife made really got under my skin. Not the whore part—I know who I am—it's just...” she trails off, swallowing hard. “I know I said it didn’t bother me, but it did.”
Something twists painfully inside my chest at her confession. Sympathy battles fiercely with fury, but I push away any thoughtof Daria and focus solely on Jenna. I reach out, tipping up her chin gently until she meets my gaze.
“Listen to me,” I say. “You are, without question, the sexiest goddamn woman I've ever laid eyes on. Do you hear me?”
Her eyes widen slightly, but I don't let her look away. I brush a thumb over her cheekbone.
“Your curves are fucking addictive. The way you feel beneath my hands, the way you look… it does things to me I didn't even know were possible. Every inch of you drives me insane.”
Her lips part, her breath quickening. I move my hand, pulling down the blanket, revealing those full, beautiful breasts and thick, delicious thighs. I press soft, open-mouthed kisses to her collarbone, her shoulder, whispering as I go.
“Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are, Jenna? How perfectly you fit against me? The thought of touching you, tasting you, being inside you... it consumes me. Constantly.”
She gasps as I spread her thighs, fingers tracing the inner side of them slowly, deliberately. Her hips shift, instinctively seeking more.
“You're beautiful,” I speak against her throat, tasting her pulse. “You're stunning. And you're mine.”
My fingers slide over her slick heat, and she arches with a broken moan. I tease her slowly, gently, bringing her to the edge again and again. Each stroke, each whispered compliment sends shivers racing through her.
“You're perfection. Every single goddamn inch.”
“Abram,” she pants softly, nails digging into my shoulders as I circle her sensitive spot, edging her closer and closer to release. “Please.”
“You don't have to beg,” I whisper, sliding my fingers deep, watching her unravel beneath my touch. “I'll give you everything you need.”
I pull my hand away, shifting my body until I’m settled above her, positioned at her entrance. My heart thunders fiercely in my chest as I gaze down into her beautiful face.
