Page 83 of Sky Full of Stars

“You had nothing to be jealous of.”

“Are you nuts, I saw the way he looked at you. The way his hands were on you.”

She leans into me. “Seriously?”

“He had his hands all over you and I hadn’t even touched you yet. Plus you were pissed at me,” I shake my head. I look away from her and hear a low throaty laugh. “What?”

“I think I like jealous Adam, it kind of puts this whole mess into perspective.” I scowl at her. “If you’re jealous then it means that…” she points her finger between her chest and mine and back again.

“You only just getting that memo, Slugger.”

“I think so.”

“Fuck this,” I jump up, grab her hand and pull her from her seat. She makes a little surprised noise as I pull her into me and kiss her. Then I drag her across the sand, she’s barely able to keep up.

“Adam, what are you doing?”

“I’m taking you inside because I can’t fuck you senseless on the beach in broad daylight,” I keep pulling her along. She doesn’t resist, but she’s struggling to keep up, I’m a man on a mission right now. “I have a lot of rooms in this house and we’re about to christen them all.”

“Today? I am going to stay a few more days you realise.”

I pause and look at her, that’s right, she’s staying. I slow down for her to catch up but not too much. “First there is something I need to do.” She arches her brow. “I’m cancelling that fucking flight.”

“You really meant it,” Jenna gasps for breath.

“When I say I’m gonna do something, I do it.” I’m still inside her lying on the sofa in the music room amongst my guitars and sound equipment, I push her hair behind her ear.

“I’m hungry,” her hands are stacked on my chest, her chin resting on them. “Feed me.”

“I’ll feed you something.”

“God Adam, you’re insatiable.”

“I’m making sure you know when I leave, no one else will satisfy you like I can.” I wink and she closes her eyes and laughs at me. “And I’ll be doing it from the bus.”

“Meaning?”

“Zoom. We’re getting you a Zoom account.”

Her eyes widen and she looks so beautiful, her face all flushed. I lift her slightly pulling out of her. She rolls back and I rise, getting rid of the condom.

“You’re suggesting we have video sex, while you’re on your tour bus with everyone listening?” She looks mildly freaked and a little disgusted. It’s cute.

“I’m not suggesting, I’m telling, it’s happening. And there is a bedroom on the bus. I’m gonna go make something to eat.”

“I don’t even want to think about what goes on in that bedroom,” she wrinkles her pretty nose. “Or on the bus.”

“We change the sheets, Jenna, we’re not complete cavemen.”

She folds her arms, her knees clamped together so I can’t see any of the good bits. “You can’t cook like that. Naked.”

“Why not? It’s my house, no one can see us. We don’t need clothes today. I fully expect you to enjoy what I make you while being able to stare at that hot bod.”

“Please don’t fry anything,” her gaze drops to my dick.

I am still laughing as I walk out to the kitchen. And I’m most unimpressed when she comes into the kitchen wearing clothes. The only saving grace is that she is only wearing one of my t-shirts and nothing else. I make bacon and eggs and when some hot oil jumps out of the pan and hits me, she bursts out laughing. I begrudgingly cover myself with a dish towel.

I watch her eat, she isn’t afraid to finish everything on the plate, a happy look on her face, which is another reminder that Jenna is not like any of the other women I’ve gone out with, who are scared to eat anything other than lettuce.

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