Hidden Fire: Fire, Book 2: Red Hot Weekend (10 page)

She glared at him. “Don’t you dare badmouth Star Trek.”

“Are you kidding? After the way you laid into me last time, I’m too scared to ever mention the program again.”

She shrugged. “You mocked Captain Piccard. No one mocks him in front of me.”

“You got a crush on him, Jenn?”

“In a big way.”

“Does he turn you on?”

“He’s the captain of a freaking starship. Of course he turns me on.”

Garreth smiled evilly. “Did he make you wet the first time you saw him too?”

“Nope.” She smiled back just as evilly. “The only man who’s ever made me go home and fuck myself with my hand is you.”

Garreth saw stars. “Jesus, fuck, Jenna. You’re determined to give me a heart attack, aren’t you?”

Jenna shook her head. “Not a heart attack. Just an erection.”

He let out his breath in a sharp hiss. “Well, let me assure you, you’ve achieved your goal.”

“About time,” she muttered. “Could you put it to good use please?”

It took Garreth all of three seconds to process her words. And when they all made sense, when he realized what she’d just invited him to do, he pounced. Just like that he was on top of her, his body stretched over hers, her face inches away from his mouth.

She stared up at him with eyes so full of desire and lust and love he could barely breathe.

“Fuck me, Garreth,” she whispered. “Strip me naked and do what I’ve wanted you to do for two years. Fuck me stupid.”

Garreth kissed her. Couldn’t stop kissing her. Couldn’t get enough of the taste of her honesty, the feel of her lips curved into that evil smile. Couldn’t believe she was taking the initiative. She was throwing her control and her defenses aside and asking him to fuck her.

He kissed her as he tore off her shirt, tossing the ripped bits aside. He kissed her as he tugged off her skirt and the remnants of her panties, and he kissed her as she wrapped her legs around his waist, crushing her naked groin against his straining cock.

He continued to kiss her, even though his mind went into meltdown as she dragged her soaking pussy against his balls. His tongue stroked into the moist cavern of her mouth as her drenched pussy lips slid over the length of his shaft.

He had just enough presence of mind to grab a condom from his bedside table and then he was kissing her again. Kissing her as she drew her legs apart and invited him inside. Kissing her as the lips of her pussy parted at the insistence of his cockhead and he slid inside her scalding channel, one sweet, heated inch at a time.

Jenna was having none of it. With a violent twist of her hips, she enveloped his entire length, trapping him inside her. She yelped into his mouth when his balls slapped against her ass.

Holy fuck!

He had to lift his mouth. He couldn’t experience such interminable bliss and kiss her. Not if he wanted to continue breathing. He simply wasn’t capable of that much coordination.

She fit around him like a glove, like she’d been made for him. Tight, snug, smooth and damp.

He drew back to stare at her with awe, groaning when her muscles tightened around his shaft, holding him inside, caressing him, hugging him, drowning him in pleasure.

Garreth rested his weight on his arms, ever aware of the difference in their size, of the ease with which he could squash her. Never. He’d never hurt her. He would have stayed like that forever had Jenna not squirmed beneath him.

“Move, damn it,” she demanded. “Fuck me.”

Stars exploded. Christ, what a turn of the tides. Minutes ago he’d been coaxing her into admitting her needs, her feelings, her desires. Now she was screaming them out loud. Demanding he fuck her.

Hell, who was he to deny what he’d sought for two years? He moved, pulling out of her and driving back in a series of deep, slow thrusts.

Her answering groans blew his mind.

“Faster,” she urged, rocking into him, increasing the pace.

Garreth let her lead, loving her dominance, her insistence. He gave her exactly what she wanted, driving in faster, deeper, making her cry out.

Fuck, she was perfect. Making love to her wasn’t just heaven. It was the single most amazing experience in his thirty years of life. She may have been made for him, but he was made for this moment. For the ultimate instant when he and Jenna merged into one.

For all his wicked intentions, all his desire to fuck her until she screamed, to give her hundreds of orgasms, to take her tight ass and make it his, he was helpless to carry them out. Helpless to do anything but follow Jenna’s demands. To fuck her the way she wanted to be fucked.

He withdrew from her scalding depths and thrust deep inside her once again. Fast. Over and over. She rocked against his hips, dragged her pussy up over his cock and back down again, caressed his shaft in drugging movements. And quick, rhythmic rolls. And fast, devastating twists.

She awakened an insatiable greed in him. Now that he’d had a taste of the perfection of Jenna, he only wanted more. He wanted forever with her.

Garreth rearranged her legs, rested her feet on his shoulders, thrust deeper inside. Harder. Getting even closer. Watched her as he drove into her. Watched her watching him. Feeling closer to her than he ever had to a woman. To anyone.

“I love you,” she told him as she rose to meet the force of his thrust.

The admission undid him. His control slipped.

This was all he’d wanted, and now it was his. She was his.

“Jenna…”

Her eyes closed. Opened. Gazed at him dreamily. Closed. “Gonna lose it,” she murmured. “Soon. Can’t…hold…on…”

Thank God.

“Fuck me, Gaz.” Her voice was a breathless gasp. “Love me.”

“Do love you, Jenn. I’m fucking crazy ’bout you.” His consciousness narrowed. She was all there was. Jenna. And her wet heat. Enveloping him, owning him. Slaying him. He thrust harder, faster. Couldn’t stop. Angled his hips so his cock dragged over her sweet spot.

Jenna threw her head back against the bed, arched her back, and came with a long, tortured moan. Her hips bucked against his, her pussy clenching his cock in a love grip so insanely incredible, it made his balls swell and his cock lengthen.

He drove into her again, and then he knew nothing, save the rapture rocketing his world. Save the release that ripped through his cock, freeing him, dazzling him.

Chapter Seven

When next Jenna opened her eyes, the digital numbers glowing from the bedside clock informed her it was two twenty-three a.m. Garreth’s heat was wrapped around her, the entire back of her body pressed against the front of his. She’d be happy to stay like this forever, if the urgency to pee didn’t have her carefully disentangling herself from his embrace and slipping into the en-suite.

When she’d taken care of necessary business, she washed her face and rinsed her mouth out with toothpaste.

Garreth’s toothpaste. The intimacy of sharing his toiletries, his bathroom, was not lost on her. It filled her with a sense of rightness—and a sense of imminent loss. On her way into the bathroom she’d almost tripped over a box full of clothes. A box full of clothes headed back to Toronto.
Just like Garreth.

Jenna had finally opened up her heart and soul to him. She’d given herself to him. But in a week he’d be gone. Deep inside, a piece of her proverbial heart broke.

With a lump in her throat and a deep sigh, she left the bathroom and climbed back into bed, once more rolling onto her side. One week left to love him, to live in the moment, and then he’d be gone. She pressed close to his warmth as Garreth wrapped himself around her with a contented sigh, drew his arm over her waist and belly and pulled her in close.

She nestled in.

He burrowed his nose into her hair and almost immediately his breathing relaxed into a slow, steady rhythm. The sturdy beat of his heart against her back should have coerced her into a hypnotic sleep too. And it would have, had the solidity of his erection not rested against her ass, a heated, unyielding presence that made her dizzy.

Jenna tried to inhale and exhale in regular patterns. Impossible. She couldn’t fill her chest with enough air, couldn’t get the oxygen already trapped in her lungs out. Her heart raced. Red-hot chills prickled her spine.

Close your eyes. Go to sleep.

Not happening. Not with his steely cock pressing into her.

Silver heat pooled between her legs. Her nipples beaded. Damn it, she was lying there in all sorts of excited torment—and he was asleep. If it had been anyone else, she too would have gone back to sleep. She’d have ruthlessly suppressed her body’s cravings, hidden them in the deep recesses of her brain, where no one would ever notice them.

But this was Garreth, and with Garreth she finally felt free enough to shake off her inhibitions. Under his encouragement, she’d given herself to him completely. Given in to the forbidden lusts she hadn’t allowed herself to acknowledge for so long.

Problem was, now that she had acknowledged them, they refused to remain hidden. Garreth had released the devil in her, and the devil wanted to play.

Jenna twisted, relishing the pressure of his shaft against her ass. She dropped her thigh forward slightly, so when she settled back, Garreth’s cock lay neatly in the cleft of her buttocks.

Her breath left her lungs in a shuddery sigh.

Garreth slept.

The ache did not cease.

Jenna rocked her hips, drawing them forward then back, sliding her pussy against his cock for a mere fraction of a second. She had to bite her cheek to stop from crying out as cream spilled over her lips.

Garreth’s low growl echoed through her ear. “Do that once more, and I will not be held responsible for the consequences of your actions.”

Her heart slammed against her ribs. “You’re awake.”

“You’re rubbing you pussy on my cock,” he growled. “Your ass too. Hell, yeah, I’m awake.”

“Y-you want me to stop?”

Garreth’s breath was harsh. “What I want, is for you to plant that sweet pussy
on
my cock and fuck me until morning.”

“Uh, so that’s a no?” she teased breathlessly.

“You looking to toy with me, Jenn?”

She grinned. “Not toy, exactly. I think play would be a better description.”

He chuckled softly. “I’m all up for playing. Just so long as you know the games are gonna get…complicated. You up for it?”

Jenna sucked in a breath. “I’m up for anything.”

Garreth stilled behind her. “Anything?”

Jenna nodded.

“I’m gonna push you. After what we’ve shared, I don’t just expect anything, I expect everything.”

For the first time in twelve years, Jenna was okay to give someone else just that. Everything she had. Whatever she had was his. And because time was so limited—with Garreth going back to Toronto—she had to give a lot very quickly. “It’s yours,” she whispered.

He shuddered behind her. “Prove it.”

She turned the tables on him. “Tell me what
you
want.”

Garreth breathed deeply. “I want you by my side, every single day. In my bed every single night. I want your fears and your inhibitions and your defenses gone. I want you to know I would never hurt you, ever. I want…” He growled. “Damn it, woman, I want to fuck you! Kick the doona off and roll over onto your stomach. Now!”

The doona struck the floor at the same time Jenna flattened her belly on the sheet.

“Good. Now spread your legs and raise your hips in the air.” His voice brooked no argument, and his assertiveness made her insides quiver. She liked this dominant side of Garreth. A lot.

“Like this?”

Garreth knelt behind her. “Spread ’em wider. And raise your hips higher. Oh, yeah. Just like that.” He inhaled deeply. “Hide nothing from me, Jenna. Nothing at all. Ever again.”

Heat crept into her cheeks. He’d knocked down the wall of her defenses, and got her to open up to him completely. Nothing was hidden from him any longer. And at this angle, absolutely nothing was concealed from him either. She silently thanked God for the dark and simultaneously wished Garreth could see everything she offered.

He reached into the drawer of the table, scratched around. Something clattered to the ground. He swore, scratched some more and suddenly light streamed from the lamp, the glare half blinding her.

“Got it!” He dropped back onto his knees, then gasped. “Jenna…fuck!”

“Wh-what?” Was there a problem?

“You look…” his voice was strangled, “…so fucking sexy.”

Ah, her wish had been granted. She squeezed her eyes shut and pushed her butt back the tiniest bit, knowing she opened herself up even further to his gaze.

He swallowed audibly. Red heat pulsed between her legs.

Plastic crackled.

Jenna touched herself and groaned. Couldn’t help it. Her engorged clit ached, needing attention.

Garreth froze. “Jenna?”

She circled the throbbing bud and groaned again.

“What are you doing?” he demanded.