I lean into her as she nips at my lips and I almost grin. Who would’ve guessed the introverted, moody server girl could be so playful?
But I should know by now to expect the unexpected as far as Jhene Prince is concerned.
She’s first to introduce tongue. I’ve bowed my head and cupped her face up to mine, and she flicks her warm little tongue to my lips.
We pick up the pace, our kisses growing more urgent.
Heat shoots through me. The same hot blood that coursed through me earlier pumps faster, making a return.
My mouth travels from hers and spreads more kisses to herjaw and throat. Jhene releases a breathy moan that’s almost drowned out by the trickling rain.
I walk us a couple steps backward ’til we’ve reached the bed. Then I’m lowering her down onto it, following after her without ever breaking the kiss.
I brace myself above her, careful to keep my full weight off her small frame. She’s hardly noticed the change in position, mouth open against mine.
Our hands roam. Slowly and curiously, we map each other out.
My hand’s dropped from her waist to her hips and thighs. She’s gripping at my chest and shoulders as if feeling up every groove of hard muscle.
We’ve decided not to question what’s happening. We’ve settled on letting the moment play out.
Heavy kisses and slow touches.
We make out in the dark like two fucking teenagers hiding from their parents. The pitter-patter from the rain continues to be our soundtrack, almost rhythmic in the same way as our kisses.
It feels like hours go by. An eternity of these leisurely, exploratory kisses and touches in the dark. Eventually, the kisses grow lazier and shorter ’til we’re simply laying tangled together on my narrow bed.
Jhene nuzzles her face into the crook between my jaw and chest. “I don’t regret it.”
“Hmm?” I grunt.
“Kissing you like this,” she murmurs, her warm breath on my neck. “I want you to know that. So… you don’t think you took advantage. I wanted to kiss you, so I did. Ilikedit.”
I stare up at the dark ceiling, one hand low on her back. “Yeah… me too.”
“It was my first real kiss,” she adds softly. “Both times tonight. I don’tcount the others.”
My silence meets her confession, though on the inside, I’m left with a lump in my throat. I swallow against it and the tide of anger that comes anytime I think about the injustices in her life.
“Then I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I rasp seconds later.
“You’re a good kisser, Killer,” she teases. “No wonder you have so many groupies.”
Jhene snuggles closer, resting her head against my chest. Her breathing steadily begins to slow, and I spend the entire time listening as it does.
I press my lips to the top of her head as she drifts off.
“Get some sleep,” I murmur against her curls.
Ronan calls to update me that he and Simone have finally honeymooned enough and are on their way back to the States.
Apparently, Chantal’s already volunteered to put together a welcome home party at Callahan House. Something I’d have no part in if I wasn’t filling in as Clan Chief.
That means in the days leading up to their return, we’re planning the logistics of the entire family gathering at the main estate.
I use it as an excuse to drag Jhene with me. For once, she’s not keen on leaving the studio.
“I don’t need to go to this party,” she says for the third time in an hour.
