Kissing Jenna (Big Sky 2)

“I would, but I have businesses to run here.”

“Could you hire an agency to take care of the rentals while you’re gone?”

I smile and sip my wine. “A type-A control freak has issues with such things.”

“You’re not a control freak.”

“I am when it comes to my business. But to answer your question, yes. I could. In theory. But I’m not the wealthy sibling. That’s Max. Although, he does own a nice condo near San Diego that he hardly uses.”

I glance over at Christian and grimace.

“Sorry, I’m babbling.”

“No, you’re thinking out loud.” He swirls his wine, watching it. “I could take you somewhere warm. Anywhere you want to go.”

“I wasn’t fishing around for a vacation offer from you, Christian.”

He sloshes through the water, sets our wine glasses aside, and scoops me into his lap. My shoulders are out of the hot water and in the cool air, and his eyes are hot on me.

He looks almost frustrated.

“I don’t know how much to offer or what to say,” he says and cups my cheek in his wet hand. “So, I’m just going to say what I’m thinking. Accepting gifts from me doesn’t make you a gold digger.”

“I didn’t say—”

“Let me finish.”

I swallow my words and close my mouth.

“I have more money than I can ever spend in my lifetime, Jenna. I’m not bragging, it’s just fact. I could buy you a fucking island if that’s what you want.”

“I don’t really need a whole island.”

He covers my lips with his finger.

“Shh.” I bite his fingertip, and he keeps talking. “All I’m suggesting is, if you’d like to leave for the month of February to get out of the snow for a while, we can make that happen.”

I push my fingers through his hair, wetting it.

“You’re not saying anything.”

“You told me to shut it.”

He laughs and lifts my hips, then settles me over his hard cock and slides easily into me.

“You were such a plot twist,” he murmurs against my lips before kissing me silly. I don’t even care that I’m partially out of the water, all I can feel is Christian. Under me and inside me, he’s all I can focus on. “You make me lose my mind.”

I move over him, rocking my hips and making the water sluice over our bodies, over the side of the tub. His lips lock on my breast, his hands cupping my ass.

I lean in and press my forehead to his, and the next thing I know, I’m sitting on the edge of the tub, and he’s standing in the water, fucking me hard and fast.

The combination of cold air, hot water, and the sexiest man I know doing unspeakably insane things to my body is almost too much for me to handle.

I combust, exploding into a million stars, and when I come back together again, Christian is there, holding me and smiling at me.

He lowers us back into the water, and I slip back onto his lap to lay my head on his shoulder.

“I had no idea that vacation talk did that to you,” I say, earning a kiss on the forehead.

“You do that to me.”

***

“Here.” I hold a frozen huckleberry to Christian’s lips the next morning. He plucks it out of my fingers with his lips and then kisses my fingertips.

“Mm.” He grabs one of my ponytails and gives it a tug. “You look young with these.”

“I just wanted my hair out of my way,” I reply and get back to work making huckleberry pancakes. “Do you have the movie ready?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he says and leans against the countertop, drinking out of my mug that has a picture of a taco and says Every now and then I fall apart. “Are you sure you want to watch that movie?”

“Why? You said I could pick the first one.”

I flip the pancakes and glance his way. He’s shirtless again, which doesn’t hurt my feelings in the least. How is it that it’s December and he’s been here for almost three weeks, and he still looks tan?

It’s ridiculous.

“I know, I’m just making sure this is the movie you want to watch.”

I frown. “What’s wrong with Steel Magnolias?”

His brows climb on his forehead, and then he takes another sip of coffee.

“It has really good actors in it,” I remind him.

“You’re right.”

“And it’s one of my favorites.” I put the pancakes in the oven to keep warm, then pour two more onto the skillet. “Do you hate it or something?”

“I don’t get it,” he finally admits. “I just don’t think it’s about anything. Except sadness and despair.”

I bust out laughing. “It’s about friendship, Christian.”

“People die and have surgeries and weddings. And a baby.”

“Yes.” I sprinkle huckleberries on the pancakes. “See, you just need a refresher so you can finally see the genius of the film.”

He sets his mug down and wraps his arms around me from behind, pressing his already semi-hard cock against my lower back.