no-strings-attached sex and being responsible for only himself. Besides, she had a kid to go back to, so she couldn’t stay even if he wanted her to, right?
His kiss became eager the more he thought about it. It was a way to release the frustration of his thoughts. He needed it to come out somehow, and hell, he was feeling this way mostly because he needed her right then. But as she slid her hands down his body to work his pants off, he changed his mind, calling a stop to their intimacy temporarily.
“Is there something wrong?”
“No, love, it’s late, and we should get going. Pack a bag. We’re goin’ to my place.”
***
They were in his car, almost to his home when Jenna couldn’t take the quiet anymore. Brady looked as though he had a lot on his mind and needed a distraction. “Can I ask you something?”
“Anythin’.”
“Does Caleb ever say anything to you about Sam?”
She’d caught him off guard, and he looked skeptical when he asked, “Why?”
“Is that a hard question for you? I’m asking because I’m curious. I think Sam’s developing feelings for him, and I don’t want to see her hurt.”
“I see,” he mumbled. “Caleb’s a lucky man.” He looked at her quickly and smiled.
“And is she a lucky girl?” She should have dropped it, but she wanted to know.
He laughed. “Ye know, despite what ye may think, we don’t compare notes on the women we’re with. But if I had to take a guess, I’d say that she was. They do spend an awful lot of time together.”
Does he want me like I want him? She should probably just come right out and ask him. “What about me? Would you say I was a lucky girl?”
He sighed. “Well, what do ye think?”
“I don’t know, but I hope I am.”
“Look, Jenna, I think ye’r great, but do we need ta put a label on it? Ye’r mine while ye’r here. I’ve already said so. Seriously, love, why don’t we just enjoy what we have while it lasts?”
“Yours, huh? Okay, forget it.” She rolled her eyes. Obviously, she’d hit a sore spot. Brady clearly wasn’t into discussing his feelings, and she’d obviously misread the connection they had. Or maybe it was all one-sided.
The thought made her uncomfortable. Maybe she should just take a cab back to the hotel and give him some space. Then again, he had a point. She was on a vacation and leaving soon. There was no way what they had could work beyond that, and she should enjoy it while it lasted.
She opened the car door before he stopped and got out, anxious to get her bag back.
“Shite, Jenna, hold on.” She said nothing as she waited patiently beside the trunk. “What’s the matter now?”
“Nothing, Brady, everything is absolutely fine, just fine.”
“Ye’r mad?” he asked, then he smiled when she crossed her arms and avoided looking directly at him in obvious annoyance. “Ye’r cute when ye’r angry.”
“It’s not funny, Brady. I should probably apologize before heading back. I hadn’t realized talking about your feelings was hard for you. I shouldn’t have brought it up.”
“What the hell are ye talkin’ ’bout? I said ye were great, didn’t I? And who’s goin’ back?” He grabbed the bag from her hand and walked to the door to make his point. “Ladies first.” He waited by the door after opening it, but she didn’t move.
“Look, I’ve ruined the night. Maybe I should just give you some space.”
“That’s feckin’ ridiculous and you feckin’ know it,” he snapped. “Ye surprised me, that’s all, and what I’m feelin’ is hard for me to sort through right now, but I don’t want ye to leave.” He pulled her into his arms. “Please, love, it’s late. Will ye spend the night with me?”
She nodded and he kissed her. His lips moved against hers, slow and sensual. He nudged her lips apart, taking what he wanted until their tongues moved in synchronization and her need for him reached its peak.
“Ye’r a very lucky girl, love, very
His kiss became eager the more he thought about it. It was a way to release the frustration of his thoughts. He needed it to come out somehow, and hell, he was feeling this way mostly because he needed her right then. But as she slid her hands down his body to work his pants off, he changed his mind, calling a stop to their intimacy temporarily.
“Is there something wrong?”
“No, love, it’s late, and we should get going. Pack a bag. We’re goin’ to my place.”
***
They were in his car, almost to his home when Jenna couldn’t take the quiet anymore. Brady looked as though he had a lot on his mind and needed a distraction. “Can I ask you something?”
“Anythin’.”
“Does Caleb ever say anything to you about Sam?”
She’d caught him off guard, and he looked skeptical when he asked, “Why?”
“Is that a hard question for you? I’m asking because I’m curious. I think Sam’s developing feelings for him, and I don’t want to see her hurt.”
“I see,” he mumbled. “Caleb’s a lucky man.” He looked at her quickly and smiled.
“And is she a lucky girl?” She should have dropped it, but she wanted to know.
He laughed. “Ye know, despite what ye may think, we don’t compare notes on the women we’re with. But if I had to take a guess, I’d say that she was. They do spend an awful lot of time together.”
Does he want me like I want him? She should probably just come right out and ask him. “What about me? Would you say I was a lucky girl?”
He sighed. “Well, what do ye think?”
“I don’t know, but I hope I am.”
“Look, Jenna, I think ye’r great, but do we need ta put a label on it? Ye’r mine while ye’r here. I’ve already said so. Seriously, love, why don’t we just enjoy what we have while it lasts?”
“Yours, huh? Okay, forget it.” She rolled her eyes. Obviously, she’d hit a sore spot. Brady clearly wasn’t into discussing his feelings, and she’d obviously misread the connection they had. Or maybe it was all one-sided.
The thought made her uncomfortable. Maybe she should just take a cab back to the hotel and give him some space. Then again, he had a point. She was on a vacation and leaving soon. There was no way what they had could work beyond that, and she should enjoy it while it lasted.
She opened the car door before he stopped and got out, anxious to get her bag back.
“Shite, Jenna, hold on.” She said nothing as she waited patiently beside the trunk. “What’s the matter now?”
“Nothing, Brady, everything is absolutely fine, just fine.”
“Ye’r mad?” he asked, then he smiled when she crossed her arms and avoided looking directly at him in obvious annoyance. “Ye’r cute when ye’r angry.”
“It’s not funny, Brady. I should probably apologize before heading back. I hadn’t realized talking about your feelings was hard for you. I shouldn’t have brought it up.”
“What the hell are ye talkin’ ’bout? I said ye were great, didn’t I? And who’s goin’ back?” He grabbed the bag from her hand and walked to the door to make his point. “Ladies first.” He waited by the door after opening it, but she didn’t move.
“Look, I’ve ruined the night. Maybe I should just give you some space.”
“That’s feckin’ ridiculous and you feckin’ know it,” he snapped. “Ye surprised me, that’s all, and what I’m feelin’ is hard for me to sort through right now, but I don’t want ye to leave.” He pulled her into his arms. “Please, love, it’s late. Will ye spend the night with me?”
She nodded and he kissed her. His lips moved against hers, slow and sensual. He nudged her lips apart, taking what he wanted until their tongues moved in synchronization and her need for him reached its peak.
“Ye’r a very lucky girl, love, very
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