“They’re coming back,” I cut in, and Jett’s mouth snaps shut.
“Act natural,” Jenna demands, pasting on a false smile. Jett matches her look.
“Jesus,” I mutter. “You both look like you’re hiding a big secret.”
So to hide their inability to play it cool, I lean over and kiss Jenna, hard and long enough to wipe the faux smile off her face. Jett snorts, and I pull back.
Jenna looks dazed, and Jett snickers.
Emory is oblivious, merely giving her sister a fond and knowing smile while Felicity slides into the bench next to Jett.
“What did we miss?” Emory asks as she slides in next.
“Oh, nothing,” Jett says with a sly wink at Jenna. “Just your sister getting her socks knocked off by that guy kissing her senseless.”
“So I noticed,” Emory drawls.
“That’s how Mommy and Jett kiss sometimes,” Felicity adds, and we all laugh.
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Our time together is cut short when Felicity yawns repeatedly—it’s late for her. I pay the bill, and Jenna dishes out multiple hugs to everyone. Jett and I shake while Emory gives me a hug and whispers in my ear, “You’re good for my sister. That makes me happy.” Felicity offers me a fist bump and grudgingly says she’d wear a jersey of mine if I sent her one.
I hold Jenna’s hand as they disappear out of the hotel, a family already who will be official soon enough.
“You’re gaining a new sibling,” I say as I squeeze Jenna’s hand.
She looks up at me and nods with a silly smile. “I’m so happy right now.”
“That makes me happy, then,” I reply. “I’ll walk you to your room. We have an early flight.”
As we ride up the elevator, I ask Jenna, “Where’s Felicity’s dad?”
“Out of the picture currently,” she replies. “He’s an addict and has let her down so many times, in and out of rehab. Emory has full custody, and she’s letting the courts set the limitations on his visitation. But he’s not shown any interest lately. Jett has been there for her in all ways a father can be, though.”
“He’s a good man.”
“Like you,” she says.
The elevator stops on her floor, and I let her lead the way to her room. At the door, she roots around in her purse for the key card. When she pulls it out, I take it from her and press it up against the pad to unlock the door. I push it open and hand the card back to her.
“Thank you for letting me hang with you and your family,” I say.
“Thank you for wanting to,” she replies softly.
My hand goes to the back of her neck, and I lean down to kiss her. It’s meant to be just a gentle kiss good night, maybe with a hint of promise for our future.
But the second our lips touch, something strong ignites in me, and I can’t be gentle at all. Not when a breathy moan slips from her, and fuck, lust rages through me.
I walk her backward into the room, kick the door shut, and spin her around so her back is against it. “I’m not staying. Just going to kiss you a bit longer, away from prying eyes.”
“Okay,” she whispers, arms going around my neck and drawing me back down to her mouth.
Goddamn, she tastes good and as she presses her body against me, she feels even better.
You’re not having sex with her. You’re not having sex with her. You’re not having sex with her.
I repeat this over and over, feeling deep in my bones that I still need to take things slow. That it’s too soon in our relationship because I don’t want her to think that’s all she is to me. Although I want her to be that, I want her to know she’s so much more.
I jolt in surprise when Jenna presses her entire body against me, her hips tilting… seeking. My hand has no control, moving to her ass to press her tight so she can feel the evidence of just how much her kiss arouses me.
Jenna makes a mewling noise… it sounds like need to me and her hips rotate in a wordless plea for more.
Then she voices it, tearing her mouth from mine. “Gage,” is all she says. Just my name, but it’s sounds like it’s a craving.
I lean into her, sandwiching her body between me and the door. Tilting my head, I murmur as I drag my lips across her cheek. “We’re not having sex.”
“Ridiculous,” she mutters before crushing her mouth to mine again.
Shit.
Is it ridiculous to wait?
Fuck, I want it to be special, but I don’t want her to think I’m avoiding it either. I want nothing more than to have leisurely hours to explore her body and make her come over and over again until she grows hoarse from crying my name.
Jenna’s hips gyrate again, and I groan. My hand drops lower and pushes between her legs from behind, and I grip her hard.