Page 55 of Jenna's Protector

A hit of her perfume mingles with the aromas of bacon and the coffee percolating in the background, sending my senses on an adrenaline-fueled ride into dangerous territory. Her soft breaths are nothing like my ragged inhales. I’m quickly losing the ability to control my body’s responses to a beautiful woman.

I turn to face her, my breath catching in my throat. She’s so close, her eyes shimmering with something I can’t quite name.

“You don’t have to thank me.” I place my hands on her hips. “It’s the least I can do.”

We’re close.

Close like lovers.

Yet, we’ve yet to have our first kiss.

The words hang in the air between us: a promise and a plea all in one. Jenna’s gaze lifts to my lips, her tongue darting out to wet her own. The air crackles with tension, the pull between us magnetic and undeniable. My mind screams at me to be professional, growing louder and more insistent as blood rushes to engorge my cock.

Be professional.

Be professional.

Goddammit, be professional!

Jenna’s hands move up to my chest, her touch tentative and yet full of desire. She leans in close, lifting on tiptoe, her lips hovering inches from mine. I do the most natural thing and lose the battle for control over my own body.

Damn the consequences.

My hand rises to cup her head, and my fingers tangle in her hair. Jenna lets out a soft sigh, her body relaxing into mine. Andthen, as if we’ve done this a thousand times, our lips crash together, setting off fireworks.

The energy crackling between us ignites into a blazing firestorm that consumes any remaining doubt or reasons why I shouldn’t pursue my desires.

Her response is immediate, and while her lips are soft and pliant, fire and passion simmer below the surface. I deepen the kiss, my tongue teasing against hers as our bodies press together.

She lets out a soft moan, her fingers digging into my skin as if it’s an anchor keeping her in place. The kiss grows more urgent, becoming something unstoppable.

I pull her as close as I can, obliterating any space between us. The hard length of my erection presses against her belly, letting her know my intentions.

The kiss deepens.

It becomes wild and unhinged.

Desire courses through me like wildfire, consuming any rational thoughts or doubts. I want her; want to taste every inch of her skin and feel her body writhing under mine.

My hands roam freely over her body, exploring every curve and dip. Jenna responds eagerly to my touch, sending electrifying shocks coursing through my veins.

We break the kiss momentarily to catch our breaths, but our eyes remain locked in an intense gaze. Desire, uncertainty, but most of all, trust fill the intense green of her eyes.

“We can stop.” Stopping is the last thing I want, but I’m a gentleman first and foremost. I won’t proceed without her consent.

“Don’t stop,” Jenna whispers breathlessly against my lips. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

She’s wanted this?

For how long?

“Me too.” I gently brush a strand of hair behind her ear and cup her cheek.

What can I say? It’s the truth.

Before I can say anything else, she pulls me down for another kiss. Our bodies move together with an urgency that is almostanimalistic in nature, and it’s not long before the kiss turns fierce and hungry.

I lift Jenna onto the counter without breaking the kiss. Her legs wrap around my hips, drawing me close. The heat of her core presses against the raging hardness of my dick.