desperate whisper, though he was surprised he got them out at all. “But I’m a fucked-up mess. I can’t even say how badly I want you because I’m so used to having to protect myself, it’s making me shut down. And I don’t want to shut down. I want you, everything about you. I want the right to kiss you whenever and however. To be with you, in every way that matters. But I’m scared shitless.”
The concern weighing Jenna’s features softened, shifting to compassion. Understanding. “Emotions are scary. But they’re also exhilarating and the reason we thrive while we’re saying lines and hearing applause. If I wasn’t scared too, something would be very, very wrong.” She lifted her hand so it covered his on her face. “But I’d much rather be scared with you than alone.”
He threaded his hand in her hair and kissed her. For all the million reasons he’d told her about earlier and the ones he couldn’t yet voice.
You better not fuck this up.
How many times had he said those same words to himself right before an audition or a meeting with a producer he wanted to impress? Yet those didn’t feel anywhere near as important as the hope he had in front of him.
Sighing against his lips, Jenna shifted closer to him, and the unfeigned response made his dick impossibly harder. She gave of herself so freely, it humbled him. He had to do this right, make love to her rather than give her a rough and tumble, show her how much she’d begun to mean to him in such a short time since the words were harder to come by.
“Where’s your bed?” he said in one of the rare moments he could force himself from her mouth.
She scooted off his lap, got to her feet and held her hand out to him. “C’mon.” Her lips were swollen from his kisses, hair disheveled, breasts on display, but it was her smile that did him in every single time. He’d follow her anywhere to keep seeing her look at him that way.
Her hand in his, she walked a few steps behind the couch where a bed was sandwiched between a nightstand and dresser. “A benefit of living in a small, single-room apartment. Don’t have to travel very far to get anywhere.”
“I can see how that might come in handy.” He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and kissed her neck.
“We need to lie down,” she whispered between soft sighs of pleasure, “because your kisses have a devastating affect on my ability to stand.”
“I could get used to that, y’know.” Micah kissed the other side of her neck. “I don’t think you realize just how much I want to keep kissing you, standing, sitting, lying down, rolling around on the floor, hanging from the rafters.”
“Rafters?” Her light laugh became a soft moan as he nuzzled her hair out of the way and pressed biting kisses along the back of her neck. “I don’t even have a chandelier.”
“I don’t care. I just want you, Jenna, however you’ll have me.” Hands on her hips, he layered nips and licks down her spine, paying special attention to the sweet curve that disappeared behind denim. On his knees now, he turned her to face him and pressed his forehead against her stomach. He breathed her in, the musky scent of woman a little stronger here. She was warm, soft, and when her fingers combed through his hair, holding him to her, he thought he could stay here on his knees in front of her forever and be happy. Just like this.
He looked up her body to see her staring down at him, wonder and joy in her eyes, her hair haloed gold from the light in the entryway behind her. He might not be able to stay in this moment forever, but he’d damn well remember it. Every nuance of the way she looked right now. A mental photograph he’d call forth whenever he needed to remember that life could be very, very good if he let it.
He kissed his way back up her body. When he saw the slightly reddened skin around one breast, a caveman swell of pleasure grabbed him by the throat and balls. He licked over her nipple,
The concern weighing Jenna’s features softened, shifting to compassion. Understanding. “Emotions are scary. But they’re also exhilarating and the reason we thrive while we’re saying lines and hearing applause. If I wasn’t scared too, something would be very, very wrong.” She lifted her hand so it covered his on her face. “But I’d much rather be scared with you than alone.”
He threaded his hand in her hair and kissed her. For all the million reasons he’d told her about earlier and the ones he couldn’t yet voice.
You better not fuck this up.
How many times had he said those same words to himself right before an audition or a meeting with a producer he wanted to impress? Yet those didn’t feel anywhere near as important as the hope he had in front of him.
Sighing against his lips, Jenna shifted closer to him, and the unfeigned response made his dick impossibly harder. She gave of herself so freely, it humbled him. He had to do this right, make love to her rather than give her a rough and tumble, show her how much she’d begun to mean to him in such a short time since the words were harder to come by.
“Where’s your bed?” he said in one of the rare moments he could force himself from her mouth.
She scooted off his lap, got to her feet and held her hand out to him. “C’mon.” Her lips were swollen from his kisses, hair disheveled, breasts on display, but it was her smile that did him in every single time. He’d follow her anywhere to keep seeing her look at him that way.
Her hand in his, she walked a few steps behind the couch where a bed was sandwiched between a nightstand and dresser. “A benefit of living in a small, single-room apartment. Don’t have to travel very far to get anywhere.”
“I can see how that might come in handy.” He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and kissed her neck.
“We need to lie down,” she whispered between soft sighs of pleasure, “because your kisses have a devastating affect on my ability to stand.”
“I could get used to that, y’know.” Micah kissed the other side of her neck. “I don’t think you realize just how much I want to keep kissing you, standing, sitting, lying down, rolling around on the floor, hanging from the rafters.”
“Rafters?” Her light laugh became a soft moan as he nuzzled her hair out of the way and pressed biting kisses along the back of her neck. “I don’t even have a chandelier.”
“I don’t care. I just want you, Jenna, however you’ll have me.” Hands on her hips, he layered nips and licks down her spine, paying special attention to the sweet curve that disappeared behind denim. On his knees now, he turned her to face him and pressed his forehead against her stomach. He breathed her in, the musky scent of woman a little stronger here. She was warm, soft, and when her fingers combed through his hair, holding him to her, he thought he could stay here on his knees in front of her forever and be happy. Just like this.
He looked up her body to see her staring down at him, wonder and joy in her eyes, her hair haloed gold from the light in the entryway behind her. He might not be able to stay in this moment forever, but he’d damn well remember it. Every nuance of the way she looked right now. A mental photograph he’d call forth whenever he needed to remember that life could be very, very good if he let it.
He kissed his way back up her body. When he saw the slightly reddened skin around one breast, a caveman swell of pleasure grabbed him by the throat and balls. He licked over her nipple,
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