He cut her off with a kiss, pushing his tongue into her mouth as the hunger he always felt for her consumed him oncemore. She moaned against him, holding herself close, her body pressing into his aching hard-on. He dragged his hands over her, squeezing her ass through her jeans and tangling a fist in her hair. She dug her nails into the back of his neck, dipped her fingers below the neckline of his shirt, and ground against him.
Jon lowered them to the forest floor, letting Jenna have his lap while they worked on disrobing each other in between a frenzy of kisses and touches. He pulled her close and caught one of her gorgeous tits in his mouth, laving it with the attention he knew sparked her desire.
She gasped his name and rocked against his straining erection. Her hands flew down his chest to work the buckle of his belt.
When both their pants were loose, Jon lifted them, tugged her pants to her ankles, and twisted to lay her beneath him. He roughly shoved his own pants to his knees even as she pulled him over her with a whimper that had him sealing his lips to hers for another devouring kiss. Her knees were bent up at his sides, so he rocked himself deliberately over her soaked slit, coating himself in her arousal.
“Jon,” she moaned, already breathless, when he tore from her lips to take another taste of her skin.
He dragged a hand down her side, palming her silky soft skin, and angled his hips where he needed. “I’m here, Jen,” he murmured into her neck. “You’re my home. You’ll always be my home.”
She swept a hand up, into his hair, and rocked her hips encouragingly.
He let out a groan and sank into her depths, filling her tight, wet pussy in a single stroke. They’d stayed up for hours the previous night, yet somehow, it felt like he was only touching her for the first time. It would have been ridiculous if it wasn’t so damn overwhelming.
Jenna arched beneath him, her plump, soft skin rolling against his harder, rougher ridges.
Jon lifted his head to meet her hooded gaze while he slowly rocked his hips. “Hold on to me, baby,” he said, voice gruff to his own ears. “I’m feeling a little wild.”
She let out a sweet, breathy laugh and grabbed the side of his face, tugging him down for a short, wet kiss. “I did notice,” she finally said. Then she looped her arms around his torso, fingers angled to dig nicely into the muscle beneath his shoulders. “Seems I’m here for it.”
The grin that lifted his lips felt somewhat feral. Jon wasn’t entirely sure what had come over him, but he wasn’t inclined to question it. He wedged one arm beneath her, holding her tight and offering her a bit of a reprieve. And then he let go.
He withdrew until his tip was precariously hooked at her entrance, held for a heartbeat, and slammed home. Her legs came up, as high as the jeans bunched at her ankles would allow, and her head fell back on a series of moans and gasps that only encouraged him. Every time he felt the bite of her nails in his skin, he pumped harder, ground his hips harder, desperate to tumble with her into the sea of oblivion.
Jon wasn’t sure at what point he’d dropped his lips back to her skin, kissing and licking along her neck and collar. But he couldn’t get enough. He needed every damn piece of her. Needed to consume her. Because she was his. The perfect fucking woman in his arms, whose pussy was fluttering around his cock, was his. She always had been, and he was never going to let her go again.
He raised his head and nibbled his way to her lips, slipping his tongue inside as his balls drew tight. “Come with me, Jenna,” he murmured into the kiss. “Be my good girl and come with me.” He caught her gaze as he thrust deep. “Now.”
Her pussy clamped down, her nails digging into his skin, and her mouth opened on the beginnings of a scream.
Jon stifled her scream with a hard kiss, groaning his own release into her mouth in return.
Seconds passed as their bodies cooled, the kiss slowly broke, and her grip eased.
Jesus Christ.He’d definitely lost it.
“Wow,” Jenna breathed. “That was … inspired.”
He snorted and pushed himself up enough to kiss her face. “Well, you should know. You were the inspiration.”
Her face twisted as if she couldn’t choose between rolling her eyes or laughing and she pushed at his chest. “Oh my God, let me up.”
Jon kissed her lips. “Whatever you say.” Except he didn’t want to let her up. He didn’t want to carry on with the day. For the first time since he’d left Misty Glades as a boy, he wanted to shrug off his responsibilities and hide away.
But he knew he couldn’t. That was the difference between the boy who would have done exactly that and the man who’d had responsibility carved into his bones.
So, they shed the remainder of their clothes, Jon picked some small forest debris from Jenna’s hair, and he led her into the creek to clean up. The water was cool, but not frigid, and tempted though he was to use his power to tease and rile her up again, Jon behaved. When they were clean, he peeled the water from their skin so they could step onto the dirt without getting muddy feet and into their clothes without that awkward dry-clothes-on-wet-skin thing.
As they walked back to his truck, hand-in-hand, Jenna leaned into his shoulder and said, “We’ll have to do that again sometime. You know, when we can linger.”
Jon smiled. “Whatever you say, baby.”
He helped her into the truck, gave her one more kiss, then climbed back behind the wheel. “Still want to see the state of my inheritance?”
Jenna laid her arm across the console, palm up and waiting, the same as he’d done for her multiple times. “Yes. Whatever state it’s in, that much at least, we can tackle together.”
Something in his chest burned and Jon rolled the engine over before he could lose control of himself again.Well, fuck me.He’d been thinking about it entirely as his project. Granted, he’d invited Lance to join in on the business end, but that wouldn’t happen until the physical shit was handled. It hadn’t occurred to him that Jenna would want to be part of that.
