I help him plate the food, and the second we sit at the table, I take his hand. "I really love that you’re letting me make the decision about the computers. If it's a fair quote, and Brad is offering a good deal, I say go ahead."
"I don't care about the money. I just want to help him out since he's your family." He tilts his head and wrinkles his nose. "Even if you don't like the guy, he's married to your mom. So you know…family peace, and all that, maybe?"
“Ha! He wants me to move out, but he might suddenly have a problem if I’m moving in with a guy.” I squeeze his hand. "It's probably terrible to think of it this way, but he'll probably drop his objections if he gets some business out of it."
Kellan laughs. "You know, I might have thought of that, too."
"Then it’s settled. Go for it. Thank you so much."
He wraps his arm around me, pulling me to him for a slow, deep kiss. Then he straightens up. "Okay. Food. For real. Caring for my girl includes feeding her."
From the way his hands roam all over my knee and thigh during dinner, though, I’m pretty sure that Kellan is thinking about a very different way to care for me.
And I’m starving forthat.
15
KELLAN
Jenna is open to moving in. The pressure across my heart threatens to squish it in the best way, and I’m bursting to tell her something I’ve never told any woman before as we settle on the couch.
“Baby,” I begin, “I know you’re a bit nervous because the men in your life haven’t been great or given you what you needed. But I’m observant. I’ve always had a sharp eye. I’m going to figure out what you need and be that for you, I promise.”
Her eyes are glowing as she smiles softly. “That’s a pretty big promise considering we just met a few days ago.”
“Pfft.” I squeeze her fingers. “I don’t care about timelines. For instance, some people might say that…” There’s no point in delaying this any longer. “Look, I get the feeling that you’re nervous about how fast this is going. And I get it. It’s crazy to fall in love with someone in less than a week. But it’s true.”
Leaning forward, I kiss Jenna’s forehead. “I love you, baby.”
She blinks quickly, then freezes for a moment. I wait, trying to interpret the range of emotions passing through her.
Finally, she nods. “I love you, too."
The last rays of sunset stream through the window, igniting her auburn hair as she takes a deep breath, then the words tumble out in a rush. "I've always been a bit anxious about new things and meeting new people. I worry about what they will think of me. But I've never felt as safe as I am with you. Never been so sure that everything is going to turn out great."
"I'm going to do everything I can to put you at ease." I drop her hand, pulling her closer and then spearing my fingers into the back of her hair. Our lips are almost touching as I murmur, "You can tell me anything. Always. Everything you're thinking. Or you can keep it to yourself if you like – that's fine too. Just know I'm here for you, my sweet girl."
"Anything I'm thinking? Really?" Her palm flattens against the center of my chest and she looks up at me coquettishly through her lashes. "Like…maybe…"
When she hesitates, I lift her hand and lightly bite the tip of her index finger. “Tell me. "
Her head falls sideways so her lips are lingering by my ear. "You're talking about me moving in, and I haven't even seen your bedroom yet. I think?—”
Her words turn into a squeal as I grab Jenna in my arms, marching us upstairs. I set her down, allowing her to look around for a moment while I hurl my shirt toward a chair and kick off my shoes.
She giggles as I spin her to me, reaching under the back of her t-shirt to unhook her bra before pulling it all off over her head. I love the sparkle in her eyes as I unfasten her jeans, pulling them down together with her panties until she's standing naked at the foot of my bed.
My cock feels like it's being strangled, nearly bent in two as it begs for release. I pop my fly, pulling the fabric away so my thickening flesh can breathe for a second.
Jenna lies back across the bed, and I shamelessly ogle her perky tits. "My girlfriend is gorgeous," I groan.
My gaze roams up and down her graceful, curvy body as my jeans and shorts hit the floor. She spreads her legs, inviting me in as I kneel between them.
Her hand wraps around my length immediately, stroking gently. She lifts her hips, giving them a wiggle before spreading her thighs wider. Her luscious mouth twists into a cheeky grin. "How's this?"
"I'm already so hard, baby. Need to make sure you're nice and wet first.”
I start to duck my head toward her pussy, but she grips my shoulder, stopping me, pulling my mouth to hers. This is more than a kiss of lust. This is pure surrender. An acknowledgement that this is real.
