Page 32 of The Hero She Loves
She turned and looked out the picture window.
From the look on her face, he didn’t think she was taking in the pristine lake.
“Tomorrow, we’ll hike to the hunting cabin and find Olson.”
Park nodded. “We will.”
Jenna woke up feeling great.She was warm and snug, and she’d slept like a rock.
Then she froze.
She was in a big, comfy bed, with a hard arm locked around her middle, and a hard, male body curved around hers.
Oh, God.
She and Parker had gone to sleep last night on opposite sides of the large king-size bed, but during the night, they’d obviously met in the middle.
He was big and hot behind her and—she swallowed—there was hard cock digging into her ass.
Tingles zinged down her body. He shifted and she realized his face was buried in her hair, and his big hand splayed onher belly, under the pajama shirt. Her tiny pajama shorts were riding low.
Desire, hot and urgent, pooled between her thighs.
She should extricate herself, even if a part of her didn’t want to. She shifted a tiny bit, and his arm tightened. He hauled her even closer. As he shifted, his erection rubbed against her, and she swallowed a moan.
Then she felt him wake up. His body went taut and his fingers flexed on her skin.
Her heart drummed, and when he moved again, his cock pressed even harder against her.
“Shit,” he muttered.
“That about covers it,” she murmured.
They stayed there, locked in a little cocoon. Neither one of them moved.
Then he pulled in a breath and started to move his hand away.
Jenna grabbed his thick wrist, and he froze. Her heartbeat echoed in her head.Thump. Thump. Thump. It beat in time with the pulse of desire between her legs.
She wasn’t going to lie to herself. She was attracted to Parker Conroy. Big time.
They were hunting a dangerous fugitive. She knew they could get hurt, or worse. Every day, she gave her all for sometimes what felt like very little in return. Her job was rewarding, but also demanding. She did it for a lot of reasons, some of which were tangled up with her father.
Why not finally have something she wanted? Just for a little while.
Something they both wanted.
She pushed his hand lower.
Parker didn’t miss a beat. His hand slid into her pajama shorts and panties. Then his fingers were parting her.
“You sure?” his voice was low.
“Yes. Very sure. Touch me, Park.”
He stroked her folds and made a low, hungry sound. With a gasp, she arched into him, and let her thighs fall apart.
“So damn soft and slick,” he whispered in her ear.