Always Remember

you?” I run my fingers along the bottom of my shirt, grazing the tips of her thighs.
    “ Don’t be stupid, Samuel.” Jen gives me an exaggerated sigh. “I would not be the fittest thing this side of the Atlantic if I ate this much every morning!”
    “ Mm, you’re definitely right about being the hottest thing this side of the Atlantic.” I kiss her neck again and press my hips into her. She stops and turns, pointing the spatula at me.
    “ Are you trying to tell me that cooking bacon is sexy?” She raises an eyebrow.
    “ No.” I slide my hand between us and trace circles on her bare ass. “But you wearing my shirt is.”
    “ I like wearing it.” She turns back round, satisfied. “It smells like you.”
    “ Like brilliance and blinding good looks?”
    “ No, like arrogance and an ego bigger than the United States of America.”
    “ Oi!” I tickle her sides, and she squeals.
    “ No, Bing, no, not while I’m cooking!” She tries to wiggle away, but I flick the switch on the cooker to off.
    “ You’re not cooking anymore.” I grin wolfishly at her.
    She looks up at me through her stupidly thick eyelashes , and desire shoots straight through me. “No, but it’s still hot as hell in here. It must be me.” She fans her face.
    “ You think this is hot?” I ask in a low voice. “You’re in the wrong room, babe.” I start walking backwards, tugging her with me, and her eyes widen.
    “ Again?”
    I press a soft, probing kiss to her slightly parted mouth and nibble her plump bottom lip. “You told me never to stop making you feel the way I do, so let’s start as I mean to go on, hmm?”
    She inhales sharply and looks up at me, desire illuminating her eyes into a blinding blue. She grabs the front of my jeans, tugging me back towards her.
    “ Again then.”

Chapter Six

JEN

    I’m waddling like a fucking penguin.
    I ’m not going to lie, the guy would put a horse to shame. And that whole ‘it’s not what you’ve got it’s what you do with it’ thing? Bollocks. Utter bollocks.
    Bing has it, and he knows what to do with it. Joe can keep his Triple O ’s.
    The hot water of my shower rushes over me, and I wipe my eyes when I hear someone knocking at my door. I raise my eyes to the ceiling, stop the water, and climb out to answer it. I wrap my towel round me, and peek through the crack in the door.
    “Who is it?” I ask.
    “ Who do you want it to be?” Bing’s voice answers, sounding low and sensual.
    “ If Chad Michael Murray is available, I’ll take him.” I open the door, and let him in.
    “ Sorry, he’s not around today. You’ll have to make do with just me.” He follows me in and shuts the door.
    “ Damn. Here I thought my luck was in.” I shake my head and head back towards the bathroom.
    “ Where are you going?” He grabs my hips and kisses my bare shoulder. “Don’t I even get a hello?”
    “ I’m going to finish my shower.” I tap his hands and he lets me go. I disappear into the bathroom and drop the towel. I restart the water and step back under it, loving the feeling of the water pounding against my back.
    “ Company?” Hot breath breathes over me and a warm body squeezes in behind me.
    “ I don’t remember giving you permission to hijack my shower.” I tilt my head back against his shoulder and the water runs down my neck, my chest, my stomach.
    “ I don’t need permission,” he mumbles, his tongue flicking out against my shoulder and tracing the path of the water. He dips his head forward, letting his tongue drag across my skin. He circles it round my nipple, and I wriggle.
    “ You bloody well do,” I say, trying to hide my desire for him. He’s not hiding anything. I can feel him pressing between my ass cheeks. “This is my shower-”
    “ And it’s my girl inside it.” His hands slide down my sides and back across my stomach. “That means I can join you.”
    “ It does?” I breathe.
    “ It does,” he echoes, spinning me so my front is pressed against him. His lips come down on mine in a crushing kiss, and I wrap my arms round his neck, holding his hair. Our bodies are slick together thanks to the water, and I find my back against the cold tiles of the shower wall, Bing’s mouth kissing a trail down my neck.
    He slides his hands to my thighs and picks me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. He holds my back, and one hand creeps down between my legs, running along me. I groan into his shoulder.
    “God, Jen,” he mutters, moving