He’d become her favorite treat and she loved the way he tasted.
So when he groaned and lifted her away from him, she actually thought of resisting. For all of about two seconds because she realized then that she wanted him to fill her.
Before she realized what he was up to, he’d set her on her knees and crowded behind her. His fingers stroked against her sex lips, slid over her clit, teasing her.
Slippery now with her moisture, his fingers glided inside her, only just penetrating. Not enough to really fulfill her.
She wriggled against him, trying to get him to sink deeper, but he used his free hand to tap her ass. It didn’t sting, but it did tingle enough to make her wonder if she’d like him to smack her a little harder.
So she wriggled again but this time he did go deeper.
As she moaned his name, her sex gripped his fingers tight, trying to suck him in.
Instead he withdrew.
She barely had time to breathe out a denial before he slid back in, this time to the base of his fingers.
And when he twisted them inside and stroked, she felt a quick, sharp orgasm cut through her.
Not enough. Never enough.
“Not yet, babe,” Andy growled out. “Hang tight.”
Withdrawing, he reached for a condom from the drawer. Seconds later, his cock nudged at her entrance then he thrust inside and rode her. No time for slow. This time it was fast and hard.
And she loved every thrust and retreat. She loved the way he’d push inside, his hands tightening around her hips as if he wanted to drag her as close as he could get her.
“Jenna, are you close?”
“Yes, just…oh yeah, right there.”
Jenna moaned as he hit that spot that made her melt, made her body shudder and her orgasm spread like a starburst.
Arching her back, she tightened around him, heard him gasp out her name then felt the pulse of his cock inside her.
As she deflated onto the bed, Andy came down beside her, careful not to put too much of his weight on her.
Damn, she could get used to this.
Too bad she had to leave. And never see him again.
Chapter Six
“So, I really should be going.”
Andy had been dreading this part.
They’d gotten dressed but had only made is far as the couch before he stole one last kiss, which had turned into fifteen minutes of necking.
He couldn’t seem to get enough of her but it was close to noon and she’d said she had a long drive.
Damn it, he did not want Jenna to go even though he was pretty sure he shouldn’t want her to stay.
She had to be here investigating a rumor for her brother and she’d been too close to the Mystyk Bar last night for it to be coincidence. The fact that he’d never heard of Joss having a sister until now probably only meant he’d been keeping her as a stealth weapon.
It’d be too much to hope that her being here was mere coincidence.
“Do you have somewhere you need to be?”
A blush turned her cheeks rosy and Andy felt his stomach twist.
“Actually, this is going to sound really stupid. And now that I’m here, I know how foolish it really is, but… No, never mind. I have to get home. I’ve got work that needs to be finished and…stuff I need to do. I really would love to stay but…” again that blush, “I really should get back to real life.”
Real life, huh? So what had last night been?
“I had a great time last night, Andy.”
She smiled at him and all the heated anger that’d started to gather in his chest at being considered something less than real sank lower. Really low. And definitely was no longer angry.
Hell, he’d finally met a girl who turned him on like no one he’d ever met but he should be glad she was going.
This situation totally sucked.
But what the hell could he do about it?
“I had a great night too. Can I at least get your number? If I ever get back through,” he remembered at the last second that she’d never actually told him where she lived, “here, maybe I could give you a call?”
Her cute little nose wrinkled. “Actually, I’m not from around here. I live closer to Reading, which is about an hour north of Philadelphia. But if you ever get down there…”
Well, hell, wasn’t that almost too convenient. His cousin Tim didn’t live far from Reading.
Maybe Tim would get a few more visits a year than he was used to. Carrie wouldn’t mind. She could always use some pictures of a Yeti for her magazine.
“I’m sure I could manage it.”
Her undiluted smile made him want to throw her back on the bed, strip off the clothes she’d just put on and get her to agree to stay for the rest of the day, at least. Maybe the next day, as well.
But what he really should be doing was pushing her out the door and on her way home. Away from here. Away from him and his Fringe friends.
If Fry found out who she was, he’d never hear the end of it.
Come to think of it, he hadn’t heard from Fry at all last night. No texts, no calls asking where he’d gotten to. Maybe his buddy had gotten lucky too. Probably not as lucky as Andy but maybe he’d picked up a woman at the bar and went back to her room. The guy was as chick magnet. Something about those wings…
Then again, what if something had happened to him?
Nah, someone would’ve called him. If Fry had gotten drunk—and that was a damn good possibility—he wouldn’t have been able to fly so there would be no smashed Fry on a tree or a windshield somewhere.
Someone had probably given him a drive back to the B&B where he was sleeping it off in a room.
“Andy, is something wrong?”
He blinked and realized Jenna’s smile was gone. Probably because he’d started to frown.
“No. Nothing’s wrong. I just realized I didn’t tell my friend where I was going last night and I haven’t heard from him since then.”
“Do you think something happened to him?”
“No… No, I’m sure he’s fine.”
“Maybe you should give him a call. It’ll make you feel better. And I really should check in with my brother again.”
And there was the invisible pink elephant in the room again.
“I had a great time last night, Jenna. And I really do want to see you again.”
Damn, her smile made him horny as all hell.
Turning, she began to look around the room then turned toward the desk. She jotted down something on the notepad by the phone then headed for the door.
She opened it but turned back to him before walking out. “I’d really like to see you again too. I left you my number. Plea—”
Jenna disappeared with a squeak.
For a second, Andy blinked at the space where she’d been standing. In the next, he ran for the door, his body obeying signals from his subconscious before his sex-addled brain realized what had actually happened.
Throwing open the door, he stepped outside and assessed the situation. Then he took two strides and grabbed the guy trying to drag Jenna down the path toward the B&B. The guy couldn’t have weighed more than a hundred pounds soaking wet and barely came up to Jenna’s shoulder. Andy would’ve thought it was a kid except for the scraggly beard covering his chin and the receding hairline.
The guy squealed and released Jenna when Andy picked him up by the scruff of his neck and let his feet dangle inches above the ground.
Jenna turned, hands on her hips, a furious expression on her face. “Mike, what the hell’s going on with you? What’re you doing here? And why the frack are you trying to kidnap me?”
The tone of Jenna’s voice made it clear she knew the guy. And wasn’t happy to see him.
The look on the guy’s face was sheer panic. Andy was surprised ole Mikey here wasn’t begging for his release.