Page 84 of Speechless
Ten minutes after their mutual climax, he managed to pry his body off Jenna’s with care. His erection had subsided, for the moment, but he’d be damned if he’d hurt her now.
Jenna slept, her face utterly slack without a hint of nightmares. She’d need time to recover—he hadn’t been quite as gentle as he would’ve liked toward the end—and sleep was the best solution. When she woke, she’d be sore, her body either resistant to physical exertion of this magnitude or accepting of it. He hoped for the latter.
It made convincing her to do this all over again a lot easier and taking her again was high on his to-do list. Like, top spot. He’d spend the rest of his life inside her if it was physically possible.
Discarding the used condom in the trash, Connor brushed several wayward wisps of hair away from Jenna’s face, bent to kiss her swollen lips. Just a whisper, not enough to disturb her. He left her, padded into the bathroom for a quick shower. He’d rather enjoy the hot spray with his woman, but he had other plans for her.
As Cain had once predicted, Connor’s Daddy instincts were firmly in place. All the pieces joined loosely together, forming their relationship, were now cemented into one unit. As far as Connor was concerned, they may as well be married with rings on their fingers.
He flicked the water on, stepped beneath the water. Closed his eyes as it sluiced over his head, down his back. Cold at first, heating quickly until it warmed loose muscles. Sex with Jenna, after so long tending himself with his hand, could only be compared to a two-hour massage.
He felt phenomenal.
Showering quickly in case she woke, Connor lathered and rinsed, and was drying himself off within minutes. The last thing he wanted was for her to rise from sleep and find herself alone—he wasn’t sure how she’d feel, and he sure as hell didn’t want her to think he’d fucked her and left.
Refreshed, naked, he walked back into the bedroom and found sleepy eyes peeking at him over the covers. Not quite awake, but not lost in dreams. Just lucid enough to recognize him, he thought, when her eyes lit up with love.
“Hello, beautiful. Have I told you how amazing you are?”
Jenna shook her head shyly. He couldn’t find a trace of regret on her face, not even a flicker. Grateful for it, Connor perched beside her on the bed and tugged the covers away from her mouth. Her smile was wondrous.
“An oversight on my part,” he told her, stealing her hand and kissing her fingers in a simple gesture of affection. “Baby, you are astounding. So responsive, and I just love kissing this pretty mouth.” He traced his fingers over her lips. “Are you feeling okay?”
“Tired and happy.” Her words slurred a little. “Was it okay?”
Connor frowned. “What do you think?”
Wondrous dimmed to sad. “I think you love me, so you’d tell me it was good even if it wasn’t.”
“So cynical, baby.” He flicked the tip of her nose, annoyed she would think along those lines. “If it had been bad—which itwasn’t,” he emphasized firmly, “I wouldn’t care, Jenna. You’ve given me something exceptional. Irreplaceable. We can practice having sex—in fact, I’dreallylike to keep practicing—but what we did here? That can’t be rehearsed.”
Her smile brightened adorably. “We can do it again?”
“Hell yes. Many, many times.” He read the interested gleam in her eyes and shook his head, grinning at her apparent appetite. “Not right now, baby.”
That hungry gaze dropped to his lap. “I think your big personality disagrees.”
Yes, it had some complaints to make about Connor’s choice. “He doesn’t get a say. You might agree with me when we get you on your feet.”
“Am I going somewhere?” Her brow wrinkled.
He flipped the covers away, assessing her with professional intensity. Disguising the wince when he saw the blood on the inside of her slim thighs, he kept his voice perfectly calm. “I think a nice warm bath followed by food is in order. I fancy pampering my girl for a while, if that’s okay with you?”
The child flashed into her eyes. “Bubbles?”
“I think that could be arranged.” He held his hand out, lips curving with pleasure when her small one slipped immediately into it. “Move slowly, Jenna. Your body took a battering it’s not used to.”
And then some, he thought. He needed to remember she was half his size—squashing her unintentionally was a possibility in the throes. Her discomfort smacked him in the gut when she let him guide her off the bed.
The little whimper was pained, confused. “I feel sticky. Am I supposed to be sticky?” Her hand moved between her legs, came away with small streaks of red on her fingertips. “Connor, I’m bleeding.”
Connor debated letting her totter to the bath under her own steam or carrying her. Taking into consideration he was on a pampering mission, he swept her up and into the bathroom before she saw the sheets where the last trace of her virginity stained the cotton. “Not anymore, baby. It’s perfectly normal for the first time.”
“It is?”
“Mmm-hmmm.” He set her next to the toilet seat. “It shouldn’t happen again. I’ll set the water running then give you some privacy, baby. I have a quick errand to see to, I’ll be two minutes.” He ran his hands up and down her upper arms. “Trust me, Jenna. It’s nothing to worry about.”
He flicked the taps on, poured her desired bubble bath under the stream of water just beginning to steam, then paused to kiss her as he passed her. He wanted to change those damn sheets before she saw them. “If you feel weak, sit down. I won’t be long, Jenna. I’m just in the bedroom.”