Calamity Jena (Invertary 4)

Jena smiled up at him. “Is that what we are, Matt? Friends?”

“No, we’re not friends. I keep telling you, we’re in a relationship. A sweaty, dirty, sex-filled relationship.”

Jena couldn’t resist an eye roll. “Yeah, that sounds delightful. Not.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll show you exactly how delightful it can be.”

“Promises, promises. You asked what I want and I told you. Are you going to give it to me?”

“Always, princess. Always. You only have to ask.”

With a sexy little smile, his lips descended on hers.

His kiss dominated her. His passion inflamed her. His very touch demanded she meet him halfway, that she fight to participate. This was no claiming. It was a dance of equals. A beautiful, passionate dance.

She wound her fingers into his hair and clutched him closer to her. Rising on tiptoe to get nearer, to gain dominance. Exhilaration zapped through her body. She’d never experienced anything like this before. It was supercharged. Mind-blowing in its intensity.

“I’m not stopping,” he whispered breathlessly against her lips.

“If you do, I’ll hurt you. I have pink power tools and I know how to use them.”

He laughed against her lips, making her knees weaken. “No, you really don’t,” he said.

Strong arms scooped her up, and she found herself cradled against hot man flesh. He strode through the house and up the stairs to her bedroom as Jena spent her time kissing, nipping, licking her way up his throat to his jaw. The sound of him kicking her door open did nothing to distract her.

The cool, soft cotton of her bedding hit her back as Matt placed her on the bed. A second later he was stretched out at her side, up on his elbow, her face cupped in his hand, his mouth on hers. He didn’t tease. He devoured.

Jena clung onto his shoulders, her nails digging in to firm muscle. She threw a leg over his hip and pressed up into him.

“Speed up,” she demanded when she came up for breath.

“In a hurry?” He cocked an eyebrow with a grin.

Jena trailed her fingertip over his kiss-swollen lips. “Yes.”

He growled as he captured her mouth again. A large hand slipped under the back of her top. Her skin burned at his touch. She groaned her approval as her hands ran down over the muscle on his back. She wanted to flip him onto his stomach and torture him the same way he’d tortured her in the kitchen. She wanted to lick and kiss every inch of him. She wanted to trail her nails over sensitive skin and bite shoulder muscle that was so thick it wouldn’t budge. She wanted it all. She wanted all of him. And she wanted it now.

“More.” The forcefulness of the demand surprised her, even through her daze of need.

She felt her pyjama pants slide over her hips. She kicked them off. Fingers snuck under the seam of her panties and they ripped away. A deep rumble came from his chest and worked its way through her body.

He wasn’t going fast enough. She needed him. She needed him now.

With strength she didn’t know she possessed, Jena toppled Matt and climbed on top of him. She ran her tongue down his neck to the shoulder muscle she wanted between her teeth.

“Hell, Jena, I’m burning here.” His voice was a deep rasp of need.

He pulled her shirt over her head and threw it to the floor. A second later, his hands engulfed her breasts. Jena pushed into him with a moan, her tongue never leaving his skin. He tasted of salt and musk. Of crisp summer rain on her tongue. It was addictive. Her lips trailed to his nipple and she nipped at him. He cursed, his fingers flexing on her nipples in retaliation. A surge of heat rushed through her body. She felt lightheaded, but it hardly registered, because overwhelming everything else was a desperate need to feel him. To have him inside of her. To have all of him.

She pushed his pants over his hips as she swirled her tongue around his belly button.

“Jena.” She wasn’t sure if her name was a protest or a plea.

She didn’t care. She had what she wanted in the palm of her hand. On one smooth move she arched up over him and slid him into place. His hips came up off the bed as he thrust up into her.

“Yes. That’s it. Don’t stop.” She threw her head back as his hands moved to her hips.

Jena was lost in a whirl of sensation. She couldn’t think. All she could do was feel. Need. Desperately need.