Fuck. What am I doing?
Cursing myself, I shake off my thoughts and jog down the stairs, until hushed voices from the TV pull me up short.
Jenna’s sprawled on the couch like she owns the place, and a relieved smile graces my lips,untilI remember it shouldn’t.
It would be significantly easier to ignore her if I didn’t find her goddamn intoxicating.
She moans and it’s anything but sexual, yet I’m taken back to her dripping body pressed against mine, her quiet mewls as I was grinding into her.
“Why the hell is it so freaking hard to find something to watch over here?” Jenna mumbles under her breath, loud enough to pull me back to the present. I follow her gaze to the TV, and it only takes a few flashes of red and green to know why she’s complaining.
And the urge to heal her takes over me.
Without thinking, I stalk over and grab the remote from her hand, switching the TV off and tossing the remote out of her reach.
“What’d you do that for?” She gapes, her expression morphing from confusion to anger right before my eyes.
“Two reasons.” I hold up two fingers, and she scoffs. “One, you’re flicking through network television, not our streaming services, and you’re never going to find anything good. Two, we’re going out.”
“Who?”
“You. And. Me.” I point a finger her way then direct it back to my chest, opting for the asshole approach over something more sincere. She’s not the type to go for the latter. Not yet, anyway.
Jenna laughs manically, her expression wild as she crosses her arms over her chest. “Yeah, that’s not going to happen.”
“Why? Are you pissed off at me? I thought you didn’t care.”
Fury mars her features and I almost give in, but I can’t deny that I like pushing her buttons, especially when it leads to a spark of fire igniting in her eyes. “What do you want, Mason?”
“I’ve got a job to do and you’re coming with me.”
“Why would I do that? I’mJack’s.” His name seductively rolls off her tongue, and I physically wince, unable to hide it.
Jenna smirks triumphantly, but her verbal dig tells me that I’ve got her and I can’t stop a little sneer of my own.
“Jack’s not here, is he?” I take a guess that I’m right, since he’s spent the last eight years avoiding this day, and even if he didn’t, he’s never up this early. “On top of that, you’re in a country you’ve never been to and instead of exploring, you’re watching TV.”
“It’s barely nine. I’ve got most of the day.”
“So, you have a better offer?” I stare at her in challenge, refusing to give in now that I’m close, an idea coming to mind.
She stands and juts a hip, clearly hoping her defiant stance will sway me to let it go. Instead, I almost laugh because she’s not going to win. I can be a stubborn motherfucker when I want to be. And at this moment, I’ve never wanted anything more.
“We’re going.” I spin on the spot, walking back into the hall. “Come on. We can’t be late.”
“I’m not—”
‘You’re coming. Hurry up.”
Jenna huffs adorably, and I bite back a smile as I continue on my way, only pausing when she calls out.
“Can you at least tell me if I need to change?” I turn to face her, my eyes raking over her body, slowly drinking her in. Not that I need to. I noticed what she was wearing the second Iwalked in the room, and I hate to admit, she looks damn good in everything.
Today she’s wearing ripped black jeans and a Guns N’ Roses band tee knotted at the front, showing off a sliver of her alluring skin.
The outfit’s perfect for what I have planned, but she doesn’t need to know that.
“You’re good,” I tell her instead, my voice neutral, hiding the fact that I’m still thinking about the way her skin sizzled under my touch.
