Taste Of Love: Loving Jenna #1 (5 page)

There
was no going back now; Jenna met the incoming tide head on and it flooded over
her completely, sending her down into the bottomless depths. She was just
barely conscious of his next volley of short, fast thrusts, before she heard
him let out a deep, rumbling roar as his orgasm collided into hers.

*

Jenna
remembered waking up to find him tenderly wiping her with a warm, damp cloth,
soothing the insides of her thighs and only managing to make her ache even
more. Soon she was pulling him down to meet her lips and heard him chuckle with
delight.

“You’ll
still be sore,
kitten…,”
he warned, but when she
kissed him in that new way she’d learned, she heard the warning fade away from
his lips. He wrung her tight against him, smoothing his warm hands over her
body and making her quiver.

This
time he turned her on her side, one hand lifting her right ankle in the air so
he could penetrate her with his groin bumping against the edge of her ass. She
loved the pressure of this angle, loved the friction of his athletic hips
grinding into her ass. She raised her arm to lose her fingers in his hair as
she turned her face round for his kiss.

It
ached when he rocked in deeper and deeper, but Jenna knew she wouldn’t have it
any other way. And now that she’d experienced the deliciousness of his cock and
how it fit so perfectly inside her, she didn’t want to waste time sleeping.
She’d spend all night rediscovering the delights of his passion – and
hers – again and again…

Chapter Six

Figuring
the right or wrong of her night with Morgan was the least of Jenna’s problems.
Sure, he’d been a stranger – and yes, she’d been a virgin, and the combo
should have been crazy but no; it had been perfect.

Jenna
had never really been consciously “saving” herself. She’d simply had a
sheltered life growing up. And even once she started living away from home,
working and socializing, she’d just never let herself get into a situation
where she’d ended up in a man’s bed.

But
within hours of meeting Morgan, all her former notions went out the window.

She
woke up the next morning to find him seated in a chair next to the bed, holding
out a cup of fragrant coffee. Seeing a face like Morgan’s first thing in the
morning was enough to make any girl’s day.

“We
need to talk,” he said simply, leaning forward on his elbows. Jenna couldn’t
speak for a moment, her cheeks flushing as she looked at him, remembering how
the night had gone. He was shirtless, in just a pair of grey sweats, and he
looked
hot.
Incredibly.

“But
first, I made breakfast,” he told her, as she sipped from the delicious coffee.

Jenna
was already thinking maybe she should be leaving. She wasn’t sure she was any
good with “mornings after” – and as this was her first, she felt she’d
rather spend it alone, in the privacy of her own room. Where she could thump
her head against the wall and wonder why the hell she’d acted so crazy!

“I have
to go. My flat mate will be worried. I’ve never stayed out the whole night
and…”

“You
can call her up, tell her where you are,” he said calmly. He let her take a few
more sips of coffee, and then retrieved the cup. “Up. Now. You must be hungry
after last night.” His gorgeous eyes roamed over her and Jenna had to resist
the urge not to squirm beneath the sheets. Sure, she was hungry, and she ached
deliciously in places, but…

“Exactly
what are we going to have to talk about?” she asked reluctantly. She hoped it
had nothing to do with the fact that she’d been a virgin. She didn’t want him
to think that he owed her anything.

“I
can’t continue this conversation when I know you’re naked beneath those
covers,” he said gruffly. “I need you out of bed, Jenna. You can grab a shirt
from my closet and then come down to the kitchen for breakfast. No arguments.”

Jenna
chewed on her bottom lip, and nodded obediently while deep inside, she sizzled
at the look in his eye. Okay, so having them both in the bedroom talking was
too much of a temptation – but Jenna was thinking that Morgan would be
tempting
anywhere
.

“I’ll
need ten minutes,” she said, in that same grudging tone she’d adopted. He
nodded and then left. Once she heard him padding down the stairs, she threw off
the covers, and went into the bathroom to freshen up. She was dying to hear
what was so important to talk about.

She
wasn’t even supposed to still be here. But the fact that Morgan wanted to
prolong this whole episode was enough to make her curious. So she finally
finished washing up, brushing her teeth with a brush she found still in its pack,
and then snagging a large t-shirt from his extensive wardrobe. It felt very
intimate to be wearing any of his stuff but she then realized that considering
the night they’d just had, borrowing his t-shirt seemed kind of tame in
comparison.

Jenna
did remember to call Belle though, who sounded flabbergasted to hear that Jenna
had spent the night with a “friend” and wouldn’t be back home just yet. Jenna
had to end the call quickly to keep from answering too many questions. And
besides, Morgan was waiting.

Taking
a deep, steadying breath, she made her way down the stairs.

*

Breakfast
was delicious, of course. How Morgan had managed to whip up such a delicious
feast was beyond her; but she’d stopped being surprised about his personal
feats. The man was just…perfection.

“I’m
not really a breakfast person,” Jenna confessed, as she wiped off the last
morsel from her plate, “But this…was amazing. You’re a great cook, Morgan. I
can’t imagine where you must have learned to cook like that.”

“My
mother taught me,” he said with a smile as they cleared up. “It was one way we
could do stuff together all the time my dad was busy with work. My mother was
the homemaker, while my dad was the consummate businessman. No time for
family.” His lips twisted a little wryly, before he turned to look at her as
she stood there next to him at the kitchen island.

“You
look good in my shirt,” he noted, eyes narrowed in that way that was getting to
be a warning signal. Uh oh. The man just had a huge breakfast so why the heck
did he look so hungry, wondered the anxious Jenna. She was feeling sexually
nervous, and very conscious that she was naked beneath her tee shirt.
His
t-shirt.

She
couldn’t do this. Not again. If he touched her now, she knew she’d
never
want to leave.

“Morgan,
um, thanks for the breakfast, and…everything. But trust me I really need to
go.”

“I
know,” he said softly, but he was reaching for her, coming forward till they
were chest to chest. She felt his heat and it was just as potent as ever. His
hand reached up to cup the back of her head, tugging her face up to meet his.

His
eyes roved her face in a way that made her go even pinker. “I told you we
needed to talk.”

“So
let’s talk,” she said nervously but firmly, thinking with panic,
Yes
, talk! But please, please don’t kiss me…
“Just what is it you want to talk about so badly anyway?”

“About
whether you’d be interested in getting married. To me.”

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The
COMPLETE SERIES is NOW AVAILABLE

Loving
Jenna Book 1: Taste Of Love

Jenna meets the dashing Morgan and within hours, loses herself in his arms.
She doesn’t believe it will go any deeper than the one night - and was glad to
play the reckless female for once in her life.

The morning after, she can’t wait to escape
back to the real world where she can play at being normal once again. But her
irresistible lover insists on keeping her around long enough to present her
with a most unexpected offer…

Loving
Jenna Book 2: An Engagement

Jenna’s night of broken chastity with the devilishly handsome Morgan gained
a new twist the next morning. Faced with a proposition for a marriage of
convenience worth $5 million dollars, she wonders if it would really be worth
it. To play his lover and then wife, never hoping to ever have him for real. In
this game, Jenna soon realized she would need to find a way to keep from losing
far more than she was to gain…

Loving Jenna Book 3: In His Arms

Morgan Shaw was already falling into the silken web of his feelings for
Jenna.

He’d found himself saying the big “L” word and now he was getting deeper
into something that had never even been meant to be real.

Jenna would always belong to him; he wasn’t letting her go. He was still
messed up; he still wasn’t sure he was ready. And now that it seemed he was
getting everything his way at last, looked like he was back to needing no one
and nothing but himself…

Loving Jena Book 4: Arrested Heart

It was the moment of
truth for Jenna and Morgan.

Now that Morgan had taken
over the company after his father landed in hospital, looked like everything
was going his way. Especially now that Jenna was with him for real and not just
as some paid fake girlfriend. And even as their feelings for each other deepen,
both of them have to ask how far they were willing to go.

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