Page 65 of Jenna's Protector
It doesn’t take long before the rich aroma fills the apartment, mingles with the crisp morning air that seeps in through the cracks in the windows. It’s cold, hinting at the coming winter, but the warmth of the coffee and the promise of a hot shower chase away the chill.
I’m just pouring two steaming mugs when Jenna surprises me by wrapping her arms around my waist. I was so intent on making breakfast that I didn’t hear her enter.
“Morning. Smells good.” She molds her body against my back. Her voice is still husky with sleep.
“Coffee or me?” I turn in her arms, handing her a mug with a smile.
“Both.” She takes a sip, her eyes sparkling over the rim of the mug.
She sets the mug down and grabs the waistband of my briefs, pulling me out of the kitchen with a seductive smile. I stumble slightly, torn between my desire for her and the sizzling bacon on the stove.
“Wait.” I chuckle and gently stop her. “As much as I want to follow you right now, I’m not burning breakfast twice. I learned my lesson last time.”
“Well, we can’t have that, can we?” Jenna’s eyes sparkle with mirth and mischief.
She releases me with a wink, letting me hurry back to the stove to save our meal. I quickly flip the bacon and scramble the eggs, the tantalizing aroma filling the kitchen.
“Okay,” I announce, putting the food in the oven to keep it warm and safe from Max. “Breakfast is officially saved. Now, where were we?”
Jenna saunters over, a playful grin on her face. “I believe I was about to lure you back to the bedroom.”
“Ah, yes.” I pull her into my arms. “Lure away, my temptress.”
Laughing, she takes my hand and guides me down the hallway. We make our way back to the bedroom, the promise of sex hanging thick in the air.
Her fingers trail along my skin as we move, leaving goosebumps in their wake. I can’t resist pulling her close, capturing her lips in a deep, lingering kiss. She tastes like coffee and something uniquely Jenna, a flavor I’m quickly becoming addicted to.
We shed our clothes slowly, savoring each brush of skin against skin. Jenna’s hands explore my body, her touch both tender and electrifying. I return the favor, mapping out her curves and planes, committing every inch to memory.
Our kisses grow more heated, more urgent, as our desire builds. Jenna’s fingers tangle in my hair, tugging gently as she pulls me closer. I groan into her mouth, my hands sliding down to grip her hips, pressing her against me.
We stumble toward the bathroom, reluctant to break contact for even a moment. Jenna reaches into the shower and turns on the water, adjusting the temperature until steam fills the room.
She steps back into my arms, her skin flushed and her eyes dark with want. “I need you,” she whispers, her lips brushing against mine. “Now.”
Words fail me in the face of her raw honesty. I guide her into the shower, following close behind.
The shower beckons, steam already fogging up the glass. We step in together, the hot water cascading over us. Jenna tilts her head back, letting the spray wet her hair, and I can’t resist pressing kisses along the column of her throat.
She sighs, her hands sliding over my slick skin, pulling me closer. Our bodies align, fitting together as if we were designed solely toplease each other. The heat between us builds to a slow, delicious burn that consumes every thought and every breath.
We take our time exploring and discovering, losing ourselves in sensation. Jenna’s sighs and soft moans mingle with the pounding of the water, a symphony of pleasure that echoes off the tiled walls.
As we make love to each other under the spray, the outside world fades away. There’s nothing but this moment, this connection, the overwhelming rightness of being together.
Afterward, we towel off languidly, stealing kisses and soft touches. Jenna’s skin glows, her eyes bright and sated. I pull her close, breathing in the scent of her damp hair, a mix of her shampoo and something intrinsically her.
“I could get used to mornings like this.” I nuzzle her neck, wishing we never had to leave her apartment.
She hums in agreement, her fingers playing idly with the hair at the nape of my neck. “Me too. Waking up with you, it feels…”
“Right,” I finish for her, pulling back to meet her gaze. “It feels right.”
She smiles, soft and radiant, and leans in to kiss me once more. It’s a promise, a seal on this moment, on everything we’ve shared.
As we eventually make our way back to the kitchen, drawn by the enticing aroma of coffee and the promise of breakfast, I can’t wipe the grin off my face.
This, right here, is everything I never knew I needed. Now that I’ve found it, I’m never letting go.