“I thought you were ignoring me.”
“How long have you been out here?” He opened the door wider in invitation, but she still stood there and didn’t move a muscle—as if she were frozen to his front porch.
“Too long. I—I should’ve called.” She shuffled her feet, and he found her awfully cute. “But I needed to see you.”
His heart expanded in his chest at her words. “Shouldn’t you be at work?”
“I had to get out of there.” She wrapped her arms around herself, suddenly looking so helpless. He wanted to draw her into his arms and tell her everything was going to be okay.
“Get in here,” he murmured. She rushed in, rushed toward him and he opened his arms. She walked right into them, and he held her close.
“Why didn’t you call me?” Her voice was muffled against his chest, her lips brushing against his bare skin and he shivered at the contact.
“I’m sorry. It was so busy at work I could barely breathe. Didn’t you get my texts?”
“Yes, your completely impersonal texts? I got them.” She lifted her head up to look at him, a smile on her face though he noticed traces of sadness in her eyes. “I’ve missed you.”
She swallowed hard after the admission. He saw the delicate movement of her throat and he pressed his face against her neck. Kissed her there once, softly, then again and again.
“I’ve missed you too.” He pulled her closer to him, loving the way she fit against him. “You don’t know how much.”
“I thought you were mad at me,” she blurted. “After everything that happened at
the station a couple of nights ago and then I never heard from you, I thought…”
“Ah, I didn’t mean to upset you or worry you, Jenna.” He kissed her, meant for it to be a simple reassurance but it turned heated immediately, her hands wandering over his chest, his sliding beneath her top.
“You did,” she said between panting breaths when his hands curved around her breasts, his fingers diving beneath the fabric of her bra. “You upset me, and you worried me. I was starting to feel like…”
She stopped talking and bent her head, as if she didn’t want him to look at her.
“Starting to feel like what?” he asked softly, letting his hands fall away from her.
They immediately felt empty.
Jenna glanced up at him once more. “Like you were just using me. Like maybe you thought I was some sort of slut who slept with you too fast.”
His jaw dropped open in disbelief. “I could never think of you that way. Why would you even think like that?”
She shrugged and shook her head. “I don’t know. I just did.”
“I’m so sorry, Jenna.” His hands roamed over her body, slid over her clothes, beneath her clothes and he wished they were gone. Wished that she were naked in his arms, soft and wet and willing.
He hated that he made her feel so bad, made her feel as if he was just using her. That was so far from the truth it wasn’t even funny.
“It’s okay,” she said, her voice soft, the slightest hitch in it.
“What can I do to earn your forgiveness, babe?” His hand moved to the front of her chest, and he flicked at the front clasp of her bra, breathing a sigh of satisfaction when his fingers encountered bare, plump flesh, the hard pebbles of her nipples.
“You’ll have to do a lot. It’s going to take a long time. Oh.” Her eyes slid closed as she tossed her head back. He pinched her nipples, frantically pushing her top up and over her head before helping her shed the bra.
“I’ll work my hardest. Whatever you want.” Brett kissed her breasts, breathed deep her fragrance, her soft skin. Drew a nipple between his lips and sucked, loving her reaction, how responsive she was.
“Take me to your bed and do this,” she demanded between choked gasps. “Please.”
“Your wish is my command.” He swept her up in his arms, laughing when he saw her eyes go wide and her arms immediately circled around his neck.
“I should be mad at you,” she muttered, her eyes narrowed as he carried her down the hall toward his room.