“Yes, I am, Fang.” She smiles sadly. “People know what I did, and rightfully, they’re angry. I’m not innocent.”
“I’m not letting it happen.” I toss the broken phone to the ground and wrap a palm around the side of her neck. “You hear me?”
She stares up at me with confusion twisting her brow. “What are you doing?”
“What I’ve been trying to do ever since you fucking got here,” I admit. “Even though I didn’t know why.” I tug her forward and set a chaste kiss to her lips. “I’m making a promise—right here, right now—that nothing else bad will ever happen to you, Jenna. You’re done being used and abused. You’remyfucking problem now.”
Her palms tentatively rest against my chest. “I’m a pretty big problem, Nibbles.”
“And I’ve got a pretty big solution for that.”
She snorts, pulling back. “Did you honestly just reference your dick?”
I smirk. “Thought we were done lying to each other.”
Her gaze grows hooded. “Then I guess I’ll let you in on a secret.”
“Do tell?” My words graze her upturned face.
Her palm finds the swelling bulge in my jeans. “I need a really good distraction from all this mess, Fang.”
“Consider your problem solved.”
She gasps when I wrap an arm around her waist and heft her off her feet. “I’m fucking done being worried about you,” I admit as I walk us toward the nearest tree. “We’re gonna sort this shit out, and you ain’t leaving my sight again. Understood?”
Jenna’s palms flex on my shoulders, breath whooshing from her lungs as her back hits the trunk. “I don’t like being held against my will, Nibbles.”
“You won’t be.” I use my nose to brush her hair aside and sate the desire to smell her skin, right at the sensitive part of herneck.Roses.“You’ll be the one begging to stay after I’m done with you.”
“Big talk for a little man.”
“Little?” I jerk my head back. “Thought we just established I’m not little.”
A spark enters her eyes, and I make a promise there and then to fuel it more often. “I’m yet to see the evidence.”
Game on.Yes, she came here in a moment of weakness, of need. Yes, she’s been through hell. But if difficult times like this aren’t the very fucking reason we need to give in to our baser desires, then when is? I can’t fix her—not straight away. But I can sure make her feel better, if only for a while.
“Good things come to those who wait, Freckles.” I grip her chin in the crook of my hand and devour her smart little mouth.
She groans into me, hitching her legs higher around my waist and shimmying up the tree a little to align our hips.
I grind, moaning into the kiss from the fucking perfect feel of her center rubbing against my thick cock. I’ve pushed against this feeling long enough. Made excuses and lied to myself about what this complicated little woman makes me feel.
I let her push me away, and then I did the same, starting our game of turnabout.
No more. I’m done.
“Fuck, Nibbles.” Jenna rolls her head back against the rough bark, exposing her neck—her fluttering pulse. “You have no idea how wet I am right now.”
“Jesus Christ, woman.” I taste the underside of her chin, lick a path beside her jugular. “You want me to come first?”
She laughs and damn, if it’s not the most perfect sound I’ve ever found in these woods.
Using my hips to hold her against the tree, I lean back and tug the tight waistband of her leggings away from her body. She inhales sharply, breath held in her lungs, and watches as I twistmy hand to push it down the front.Fuck.The woman has no panties on.
I pause, draw a deep breath, and quell my growing need to fuck her hard. Mark her. Stake my claim.Not yet.
Her dark eyes shimmer with the dappled light that breaks through the canopy, gaze fixed on mine as I use two fingers to spread her lips and push a third inside her very warm, very slick cunt. Her breath seesaws in short bursts, mouth a perfect oval as she fights for control.
