“It’s happening. And you’re going to love it.”I hope.
Without waiting for a reply, I sink into her, lowering my body until she’s moaning my name, filling her pussy as her walls suck me in.
“Fuuuck.” I grit my teeth, suffering from the emotion overload Jenna was worried about. “I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to how incredible you feel. How perfectly mine.”
“God, Mase.” Jenna bucks into me and it’s only then that I start to move, my rhythm slow, purposeful, savouring as planned.
For a few heart-clenching moments, Jenna avoids my gaze, but when our eyes lock, everything she feels is staring back at me. It’s raw and maybe a little uncertain, but the emotion is so deep and unrestrained that I know she’s here with me. In the moment.
This is the real deal.
Pressing my lips to hers, I capture her warmth, kissing a path down her neck, my hand roaming from her hip to her chest, squeezing her breasts as I groan against her skin.
Her nipples firm under my touch and I rock into her, increasing my speed, thankful when she meets my fervour. She cries out, her chest heaving, her body lifting to meet mine, and as my heart pounds against her—for her—a thought hits me.
This is it. It has to be. Because I can’t imagine ever feeling this way again.
Jenna whimpers, and I smile into her neck.
While she’s not there yet—and her feelings may not be as deep—it’s obvious she’s close, and I’d wait a lifetime if I had to.
But I’m hopeful it’s not that long.
I’m once again painted with a giddy smile on my face. I can’t seem to shake it. I could be delirious from the lack of sleep since I have no idea what time it is in Australia right now, orwhat day for that matter. But I know it’s not that. I’m lying in bed, Jenna’s tucked under my arm, and I’m gliding my fingers over her naked skin.
What’s not to be happy about?
“You’re freaking me out,” Jenna grumbles against my chest.
“Why?” I chuckle, refusing to let anything ruin my buzz.
“You’re supposed to be my gruff, cranky Australian hunk of man, but you’re giving me golden retriever vibes.”
“Get used to it.” I shrug, owning the change in personality. “I don’t have anything to becrankyabout.”
“What about gruff? Can you stay gruff?”
Without a response, I flip Jenna onto her back and hover above her, lowering my voice to rasp in her ear. “I can be whoever you want me to be, Jenna. Only I refuse to pretend I’m not happy.”
She swallows as I pull back, and I’m proud to note I’ve affected her again. “This is real. And it’s happening. You and me. Some days I’ll be grumpy, because that’s who I am, but other days, I’ll want to sing your praises from the rooftops. My happiness has taken a back seat for too long. I’m going to enjoy it.”
Her face lights with a breathtaking smile, but she schools her features and fakes a frown. “Lucky I didn’t say no. What would you have done? Turned around and gone home?”
“Hell, no. I had a plan B.”
“Oh, yeah?” She sits up in all her naked glory, her curiosity piqued, and I marvel at the serenity gracing her features.
“Don’t get too excited. I’m saving it for our first fight.” I bop her on the nose, and she gasps, her brows pinched in mock annoyance.
“Are you already planning on fucking up? Does that mean something is coming?”
“No.” My stomach sinks, my expression turning serious. Kneeling on the bed, I offer her my hand, waiting for her to takeit before pulling her up next to me. “I’m not going to lie to you again, Jenna.” My fingertips brush across her cheek as I tuck her hair behind her ear. “That I can promise you.”
“Then why are you holding back?” She smirks, holding her stare until I relent, kissing her nose as I step off the bed.
“Fine. But I’ll have to get my bag.” I raise a brow in challenge, hoping she’ll tell me it can wait. Only she doesn’t budge, her stubborn nature willing to ride this out. “I guess I’ll be back then.”
Jenna watches quietly as I throw on my shorts and tee, calling out when I’ve reached her door. “Thank you." She giggles. "I like both versions of you.Any and allversions in fact.”
