Page 44 of The Hero She Loves

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Page 44 of The Hero She Loves

Park reached the deck of the cabin, his jaw working. He couldn’t lie. “Dammit, I like her touching me too much.”

“Good.” Vander sounded pleased. “Keep her safe, Park. And watch your back, although I suspect Jenna will do that for you.”

“Yeah.”

“And if you need me, you call me. You haven’t been very good at that lately. You don’t need to do everything alone.”

Park looked into the darkness. “I’ll…try.”

“Keep me updated.”

“Will do. Thanks, Vander.” He opened the door and tucked the phone away.

The cabin was quiet. He walked into the bedroom and came to a halt.

Jenna was asleep, propped up on the pillows. She’d been waiting for him. Gritting his teeth, he moved closer. The blanket was only half covering her, and he saw those tiny sleep shorts that barely covered anything.

He laid her down, throwing some pillows on the floor. She turned on her side and let out a contented noise. He could smell that floral scent of hers and his cock stirred.

He made himself walk away. In the bathroom, he brushed his teeth on autopilot. Back in the bedroom, he stripped down to his boxer shorts and climbed onto his side of the bed. He put a pillow between them.

Then he laid down and stared at the ceiling, surrounded by the tempting scent of Jenna and the soft sound of her breathing.

Park wokeup with an armful of warm, sleeping woman.

He closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of Jenna’s hair.

The pillow he’d put between them was nowhere in sight, now. Jenna was sprawled half over him, her cheek to his chest. He felt her warm breath puff on his skin. Her hair was loose, and made him think of spun gold.

If she woke up, she’d feel his hard cock poking into her belly.

He stared at the ceiling and tried to dredge up some control. He was already sliding in too deep with her. Yesterday, seeing her hurt and coming so close to being killed, had rattled him.

Hell, the only thing that had calmed him was throwing her on the bed and hungrily eating her pussy like a wild man.

His cock throbbed at the memory and he swallowed a groan. He didn’t want to care. He didn’t want to feel.

He shifted, but she made a sleepy sound that went straight to his dick. He was rock hard.

She shifted, then pressed a kiss to his chest.

He jolted. Sleepy blue eyes looked up at him. She shot him a lazy smile, then peppered kisses along his chest, and without hesitation, across his scars.

“Jenna…”

“Shh.” Slowly, she moved lower. She pressed a quick kiss to his healing cut.

His hands twisted in the sheets. God, this was torture of the best kind. It had been so long since he’d enjoyed anyone touching him.

She took her time, kissing and nipping. She bit his abs, and his muscles contracted.

Then, she pushed his boxers down and his hard cock sprang free.

Jenna made a sound. “I wanted this in my mouth yesterday.”

Before he could say anything, she wrapped her mouth around his cock and swallowed him deep.

He cursed, his hips bucking up.




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