pulsing at her center, the call of his body to hers. She knew what it would feel like when he entered her from behind. Could almost feel the exquisite drive of him pushing into her. He would grab her breasts, pinch her nipples, slip a hand between her legs to thumb her clit while he fucked her.
She let her head fall back as his lips touched her neck. It was more than a kiss. It was a brand. A promise. She ached for his hands, waited to feel his arms snake around her waist, cup her breasts, now heavy with desire. She would be lost to him then, but she was already more than willing to surrender.
His lips lingered, and she sighed as his tongue darted out, hot and slick against her skin. She was still waiting for his hands on her body when he lifted his head, nuzzled her neck.
“Goodnight, sweet Jenna.”
And then he was gone.
9
S unlight was streaming into Jenna's room when Lily jumped on her bed the next morning.
“Where are we, Mummy? Is Daddy here?” She bounced on her knees, her hair tousled, eyes bright.
Jenna smiled. “We’re at one of Daddy’s houses,” she said. “And yes, he’s here somewhere. How did you sleep, love?”
“Good,” she said, scrambling down from the bed.
Jenna turned onto her side and watched as Lily went to the big windows. She’d taken a cool shower before climbing into the giant bed the night before, her body still aching for Farrell’s touch. She was alternately annoyed and proud of herself for not turning to him. There was no doubt in her mind that if she had, he would have swept her into his arms, carried her to the bed, taken her with a vengeance. Instead, she’d lain in the dark, trying not to imagine him next to her. He’d been in her dreams, touching her, commanding her. She ached in her core, ached to be filled with him, which was exactly why she’d stayed away these past few months. When he wasn't near she could downplay his effect on her. Could convince herself she was stronger now. Wiser. All of which went out the window the moment he stepped into the room.
“Mummy!” Lily breathed. “It’s like magic!”
“What is, darling?” Jenna got up, padded on bare feet to the window.
“All of it.”
Taking in the scene below the window, Jenna couldn’t disagree. The grass beyond the villa gave way to verdant hills rimmed with scrubby mountains in the distance. Two small buildings were visible from their vantage point. Ernesto stood outside one of them with a small boy, feeding chickens. Beyond them, goats freely roamed the grass. Something sweet drifted to her on a warm breeze, and when Jenna looked beyond one of the outbuildings, she saw what looked to be a grove of oranges.
“Can I go outside?” Lily asked, looking up at her, eyes bright. “Please, Mummy?”
Jenna laughed. “As soon as we get dressed and find you some breakfast.”
“Okay, but hurry, Mummy,” Lily said, already heading for her room.
“You’re quite the little task master,” Jenna muttered, moving to her suitcase.
She lifted the case onto a luggage rack near the closet, then unzipped it and removed a pair of simple black cigarette pants and a peasant blouse. Her eyes drifted to the closet, and she walked over to the doors on a whim, unsurprised to find it filled with a variety of clothing in her style and size. Farrell never left anything to chance, it seemed, and she was almost positive Lily’s bedroom would be stocked as well.
She let her hands drift over the fabric in the hangers — soft cashmere and silk, crisp cotton and linen — before closing the doors and returning to her own clothes. She needed to remember who she was without Farrell. Who she was when she was just Jenna Carver, doing the best she could, not showered with gifts from the man who seemed to own her heart — lock, stock, and barrel — however hard she tried to hold onto it.
She slipped on her clothes, washed her face, brushed her teeth, and went into Lily’s room. She couldn’t help smiling when she
She let her head fall back as his lips touched her neck. It was more than a kiss. It was a brand. A promise. She ached for his hands, waited to feel his arms snake around her waist, cup her breasts, now heavy with desire. She would be lost to him then, but she was already more than willing to surrender.
His lips lingered, and she sighed as his tongue darted out, hot and slick against her skin. She was still waiting for his hands on her body when he lifted his head, nuzzled her neck.
“Goodnight, sweet Jenna.”
And then he was gone.
9
S unlight was streaming into Jenna's room when Lily jumped on her bed the next morning.
“Where are we, Mummy? Is Daddy here?” She bounced on her knees, her hair tousled, eyes bright.
Jenna smiled. “We’re at one of Daddy’s houses,” she said. “And yes, he’s here somewhere. How did you sleep, love?”
“Good,” she said, scrambling down from the bed.
Jenna turned onto her side and watched as Lily went to the big windows. She’d taken a cool shower before climbing into the giant bed the night before, her body still aching for Farrell’s touch. She was alternately annoyed and proud of herself for not turning to him. There was no doubt in her mind that if she had, he would have swept her into his arms, carried her to the bed, taken her with a vengeance. Instead, she’d lain in the dark, trying not to imagine him next to her. He’d been in her dreams, touching her, commanding her. She ached in her core, ached to be filled with him, which was exactly why she’d stayed away these past few months. When he wasn't near she could downplay his effect on her. Could convince herself she was stronger now. Wiser. All of which went out the window the moment he stepped into the room.
“Mummy!” Lily breathed. “It’s like magic!”
“What is, darling?” Jenna got up, padded on bare feet to the window.
“All of it.”
Taking in the scene below the window, Jenna couldn’t disagree. The grass beyond the villa gave way to verdant hills rimmed with scrubby mountains in the distance. Two small buildings were visible from their vantage point. Ernesto stood outside one of them with a small boy, feeding chickens. Beyond them, goats freely roamed the grass. Something sweet drifted to her on a warm breeze, and when Jenna looked beyond one of the outbuildings, she saw what looked to be a grove of oranges.
“Can I go outside?” Lily asked, looking up at her, eyes bright. “Please, Mummy?”
Jenna laughed. “As soon as we get dressed and find you some breakfast.”
“Okay, but hurry, Mummy,” Lily said, already heading for her room.
“You’re quite the little task master,” Jenna muttered, moving to her suitcase.
She lifted the case onto a luggage rack near the closet, then unzipped it and removed a pair of simple black cigarette pants and a peasant blouse. Her eyes drifted to the closet, and she walked over to the doors on a whim, unsurprised to find it filled with a variety of clothing in her style and size. Farrell never left anything to chance, it seemed, and she was almost positive Lily’s bedroom would be stocked as well.
She let her hands drift over the fabric in the hangers — soft cashmere and silk, crisp cotton and linen — before closing the doors and returning to her own clothes. She needed to remember who she was without Farrell. Who she was when she was just Jenna Carver, doing the best she could, not showered with gifts from the man who seemed to own her heart — lock, stock, and barrel — however hard she tried to hold onto it.
She slipped on her clothes, washed her face, brushed her teeth, and went into Lily’s room. She couldn’t help smiling when she
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