Jenna nodded, her hair brushing against his arm. Unable to stop himself he reached out with his other hand and tugged on a strand, watched the wavy curl cling to his fingers.
“I’m more than fine with it. You have a truck?”
“I do.” He saw it up ahead, and they started walking again.
“So why weren’t you using it yesterday? When I saw you?”
“It was in the repair shop. I picked it up this morning. My
friend gave me a ride yesterday and since he’s such a jerk and was in a hurry to get home, he dropped me off a couple of blocks from my place.”
She stopped in her tracks, her eyes gone wide as she looked at him. “So it was fate.”
His brows furrowed. “What was fate?”
“Our seeing each other yesterday. It was like fate. Like meant to be.”
“Maybe,” he said slowly. She looked a little stunned. Okay, a lot stunned. And he wondered why.
“No, that definitely sounds like a fated meeting.” She shook her head, blew a harsh breath out. “I thought I didn’t believe in fate.”
“There’s a first for everything.” He hit the keyless remote, heard his truck unlock as they approached.
“I’ll say,” she muttered.
He wondered about that the rest of the drive home.
Under My Umbrella: Fated, Book 1
Chapter Five
Brett’s apartment was nice. Not that Jenna got a chance to look at it too closely since no lights were on when they entered, and he didn’t turn any on.
No, he’d worked on turning her on instead by slamming her against the closed door and kissing the breath right out of her. His hands wandered, dipping into the bodice of her dress and tweaking her nipples, sliding beneath the skirt to skim her thighs. She’d whimpered, she’d pleaded, she’d kissed him with everything she had and when he finally, finally touched her wet pussy with assured fingers she’d exploded.
Easy as that. And damn his cocky hide for the arrogant smile that had curled his lips—the macho yet sexy way he’d hauled her into his arms as if she weighed nothing and carried her back to his bedroom.
Lord, all of his manly posturing made her want to swoon.
Now she waited for him in his bed, naked and quivering. They’d already done it once, quick and frantic, deep and rough as if they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. As if they needed to take the edge off. He’d sauntered out of the bedroom to get them something to drink and make that promised call to order a pizza.
“We’ll eat it in bed,” he’d said with an exaggerated wink, ready to crawl out of bed. She’d leaned in and kissed him.
She couldn’t resist. He was just too damn cute, sexy, gorgeous—all of the above.
A little squeal of glee wanted to pass her lips, and she held it in, let herself giggle instead. Who knew it could be like this? Fun and hot, passionate and sweet. Breathtaking, soul stealing…
Jenna sobered. This was mostly likely just a fling for him. A casual, let’s-have-hot-sex-until-we’re-sick-of-each-other type thing. And that was fine. She’d deal. She’d done this sort of thing before.
But not with someone as sweet, as fun as Brett. She didn’t want it to end.
Not yet. Not when there was so much more to do. And she wasn’t talking just sexually either.
Oh God, she really was contemplating getting serious with this guy.
Brett strode back into the bedroom, extra gorgeous clad in a pair of unbuttoned jeans and nothing else. The fly hung open, revealing a sexy slice of bare skin marked by a thin trail of dark hair that led to her newfound ultimate prize, and her skin heated at the sight.
If he only knew the power he held over her. Just looking at him and she was ready to go to her knees and beg him for whatever he wanted to give her.