34. Miles
MILES
T elling Jenna I love her is so freeing. I’m absolutely floored that she loves me back. We can’t get home fast enough. My confession has awakened something dormant inside both of us. I’m going to tell her about her dad first thing in the morning. I can’t spoil this evening, but I know it’s time.
I pull into my parking spot and Jenna is out of the car before I can get around to open her door. She stands on the curb, looking at me like I just hung the moon.
I walk over to her with purpose, cupping the back of her head, tangling my fingers in her hair, pulling her into a kiss full of emotion and need.
She opens her mouth for me and deepens the kiss.
My desire grows against her, but it’s more than wanting to have sex.
We’ve done plenty of that these past few weeks.
This means so much more now. I belong with Jenna. I feel it in my bones.
She pulls back from our kiss, her warm breath tickling my lip. Her eyes search mine and she brings her hand up to my jaw, gently running her fingers along my stubble.
“I can’t believe you love me,” Jenna whispers. “It’s been a really long time since anyone besides my mom has said that to me.”
“I love you more than I ever thought possible,” I murmur, moving her hand from my jaw and kissing it.
“Let’s go upstairs.” Jenna eyes me seductively and pulls me up the steps to my condo. She frantically unlocks the door and pulls me inside. “Hey, Pete,” she calls, but she bypasses him and heads straight for my bedroom.
I follow her, closing the door behind me. “Jenna.” I grin. “You’re on a mission.”
“Shh,” she whispers, putting her finger to her lips.
Jenna steps in front of me. Without taking her eyes off mine, she begins unbuttoning my dress shirt.
My pulse quickens with anticipation. When it’s completely undone, she slides it over my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.
She tugs the hem of my undershirt up and over my head so I’m bare-chested.
A chill runs over me as her lips find my chest, and she begins kissing me across my collarbone and shoulders.
Jenna takes my arm and kisses all the way down my bicep and forearm until she gets to my hand.
Her warm lips press against my palm, and I suck in a breath.
She smiles into her kiss before slipping my index finger into her mouth, gently sucking.
I grow hard and impatient, tugging her hips into mine. “Don’t I get to take anything off of you?” I growl.
Jenna pretends to think about it, tapping her chin with an index finger. “I guess so.” She bites back a grin. “Pick one thing.”
I roll my head backwards and before I can choose, she starts undoing my belt and unbuttoning my jeans.
“Hey, now,” I rasp, cupping her chin. “It’s my turn.” I pull her pretty, pink blouse over her head and bend down to kiss her chest, while simultaneously working the clasp on her bra. Finally, her breasts are free, and I waste no time enveloping one with my mouth.
Jenna lets out a hiss. “I said one thing,” she teases, gripping my hair, enticing me to suck harder.
“You don’t get to be in charge,” I mutter with her tit still in my mouth. “I want to explore every inch of the woman I love tonight.” At this, I stop kissing her and look her in the eyes. “I love you, Jenna,” I murmur, and my voice comes out hoarse.
“I love you, too,” she whispers, her eyes glistening.
“Damn right you do.” I scoop her up and she squeals.
I carry her over to the bed and lay her gently on it.
I undo the button on her jeans, and she shimmies them off, revealing a black satin thong.
I lean down and kiss from her rib cage, all the way down to her hip bone before sliding off her panties.
“Your turn.” Jenna twirls her finger in a gesture that indicates she wants me naked.
“Yes, ma’am.” I bite back a smile and step out of my jeans.
“All of it.” Jenna sits up and tugs the waistband down on my briefs.
“You run a tight ship.” I step out of them and climb onto the bed next to her, wrapping her into a little spoon, letting my dick settle between her thighs. I kiss her neck, running my hands up and down her legs.
She sighs. “Miles,” she moans.
“I know,” I groan. “But I want to take my time with you tonight.”
Jenna rolls over to look at me and I brush her hair away from her forehead. “Tonight feels different between us, doesn’t it?” she breathes.
“Because it means more now—at least it does to me. I let myself fall.” I pull her into a hungry kiss and lose myself in her until the wee hours of the morning.
I wake up Saturday morning with a contentment that I haven’t had in years.
Jenna is tucked in the crook of my arm, softly breathing on my chest. She sleeps so peacefully, I can’t bear to wake her, I am absolutely enthralled by her.
I brush hair out of her closed eyes and she stirs, her eyes fluttering open.
“What time is it?” she murmurs.
I lift my head and glance at my phone on the bedside table. “It’s nine-thirty,” I say. “You can go back to sleep. I know we were up late,” I tease, biting my lip.
Jenna sits up and turns over to look at me, a grin on her face.
Something happened last night. Aside from just sleeping together, Jenna and I reached a new level of intimacy.
We spent the night exploring every part of each other’s bodies, multiple times.
In between, we talked about our childhoods, our dreams, what we wanted for the future.
I’ve never been so connected to someone in my life.
I can hardly believe that it’s me she’s waking up with.
I have no idea how I went my whole life without this woman.
“We tired ourselves out.” Jenna giggles.
“But, I have work today,” she reminds me.
It’s now or never, I clear my throat. I’ve got to get this off my chest now that I know for sure that Jenna is who I want to spend my life with. “Jenna, before you go to work…I have to?—”
Jenna gives me a sultry grin. “You want more already?” She nuzzles her nose into mine.
I chuckle. “No, I mean, yes. But no. I have to?—”
I’m cut off by a knock at my front door. We eye each other, frowning.
“Are you expecting someone?” Jenna’s brows knit together.
“Not at all. It’s probably a solicitor,” I growl, tossing the blanket off my legs.
Jenna sits up so I can get out of bed. She follows suit and finds some clothes in her bag while I rummage around my clean, unfolded laundry basket for something to wear. She beats me to it.
“I’ll get the door,” she says.
She got dressed awfully fast.
“Maybe I can use my charm to shoo them away.” She grins at me as she walks out of the room. “Come on, Pete.” I hear her say.
The knocking is becoming more incessant, and I can’t help but think this person is very persistent.
“Oh, hello,” Jenna chirps from the entryway. “How can I help you?”
The person on the other end must be just as taken aback by Jenna’s beauty as I am because it’s a moment before they speak.
“Oh, um…sorry. Is Miles here?” The voice is uncertain, and my stomach immediately sinks.
Erin.
I dash out of the bedroom to the foyer, where the woman I love stands face to face with the woman I once loved very much. No one is speaking—they’re sizing each other up.
“Erin.” My voice comes out hoarse.
Jenna whirls around and meets my gaze, licking her lips. Then, she turns back to Erin.
I clear my throat. “What are you… What are you doing here?” I stutter, raking my fingers through my unkempt hair.
Erin glances awkwardly at Jenna and then turns her eyes back toward me. “Can we… –Can we talk?”
“I’m…going to…just—excuse me.” Jenna turns on her toe and marches back toward the bedroom.
“Jenna,” I call after her, dragging a hand down my face. “Ugh,” I groan. I point at Erin. “Please, wait here.”
I don’t wait for a response before I dart down the hallway. Jenna sits in the middle of the bed, her legs folded beneath her. She doesn’t say anything when I come in, she just watches me warily. I sit down on the edge of the bed.
“Jenna,” I manage to rasp out. “I have no idea what she’s doing here, I promise.”
Jenna licks her lips and nods. “Yeah. Okay.” She sucks in a breath and pushes herself off the bed, grabbing her purse. “I should get out of your way so you can talk to her.” She starts shoving some things in her bag, deodorant, her toiletries.
I catch her arm. “Jenna, stop it.” It comes out like a growl. I swallow the panic rising in my chest—I’ve upset her, and I haven’t even talked to her about her father yet. I pull her into me and cup both sides of her face. “This doesn’t change anything ,” I murmur, kissing her feverishly.
Jenna pulls away and meets my gaze with a nod.
“Jenna, I love you,” I say firmly. “I don’t know what she wants, but it doesn’t change anything.”
“Okay,” Jenna whispers.
“I love you,” I say again, this time more emphatically.
“I love you, too,” she relents. “I’ll see you tonight.” She slings her purse over her shoulder and brushes past me.
I follow her out, glancing at Erin, who’s already made herself at home at the kitchen island. I ignore her and follow Jenna to the door.
“Call me when you get a break,” I say, tugging her close again.
“I’ll try.” Jenna shrugs, all the warmth from her face gone, replaced with a line of concern over her brow.
“Jenna,” I mumble, pressing my forehead into hers. “This is not how I saw this morning going.”
“Me neither.” She pats my chest, forcing me to take a step back. “You better go see what she wants.”
I lean down to kiss her, but she quickly turns and my lips land on her cheek instead. “Jenna,” I bemoan, but she’s already down the steps.
I take in a sharp breath and close my front door, leaning against it for a moment before facing Erin. With a defeated sigh, I walk back toward the kitchen. Pete watches Erin cautiously from the couch. I round the island and square my shoulders, looking at Erin.
“Bad time?” She lets out an awkward giggle.
“Yeah. You could say that.”