Cross My Heart (A Contemporary Romance Novel)

throat out.” He closed his eyes briefly, and a muscle twitched at the corner of his jaw. “I’ve never felt like that in my life.”
    She felt herself starting to quiver. “Nothing happened with Derek. Nothing ever will.”
    He looked down at her for a long moment, his eyes burning into hers.
    Then he kissed her.
    His mouth was hot and hungry and she opened to him eagerly, the slide of his tongue so erotic she felt a jolt between her legs.
    She needed him closer. She locked her arms around his neck and rose up on her toes, trying to press every inch of her body against every inch of his.
    Suddenly he broke the kiss. “Wrap your legs around me,” he said as he lifted her off her feet.
    She complied, and the feel of his hard length against her made her helpless with want. Her head fell back as he grazed his teeth along her neck.
    He was carrying her somewhere, but she couldn’t focus on anything but his mouth and tongue, trailing wet heat across her skin. Then he was laying her down on something soft, the couch maybe, and her hands fisted in his hair as they kissed again.
    “Get these off,” he said, and through the haze of desire she realized he was talking about her sweatpants. She shimmied out of them, and when she heard the slide of his zipper she shimmied out of her panties, too. She opened her legs for him and then, oh, yes , he thrust into her so deep she saw stars.
    “Michael,” she gasped, and he went still.
    “Say my name again.” His voice was raw, trembling.
    “Michael...”
    He thrust again, hitting her just right, and she knew she was about to come faster and harder than she ever had in her life. Every time she said his name he drove into her, pushing her towards the edge, and it wasn’t long before her orgasm hit like a tidal wave, sweeping her off her feet and into a maelstrom, a roar like thunder in her ears.
    The aftershocks went on forever.
     “ Jenna. ” Michael had shuddered out his own release and now he breathed her name against her skin, his mouth on the place where her neck met her shoulder.
    She couldn’t move. She lay limp and boneless, every cell in her body replete.
    Her couch wasn’t wide enough for him to lie next to her. She loved his big body on hers, the weight of him pressing her into the cushions, but after a minute he slid off to kneel beside her, stroking her hair away from her face.
    “I can’t believe how beautiful you are.”
    She turned on her side to look at him. He was still fully dressed, only his zipper undone.
    She ran a hand down his shirt front. “You didn’t even take your clothes off.”
    “I couldn’t wait. I wanted you too much.”
    She took a deep breath and let it out. “I wanted you too. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone like that. But...we weren’t going to do this again.”
    “I know.”
    “So what happened?”
    He traced the line of her lips with one finger. “Ask me what’s going to happen, instead.”
    Her mouth tingled from his touch. “All right. What’s going to happen?”
    “We’re going to do this again. For the next two weeks, we’re going to do this every chance we get.”
    “Why two weeks? What happens in two weeks?”
    He smiled. “That’s when Claire comes back.”
    “Comes back?”
    “Yes. She’s going to spend the next two weeks in Florida, and then she’s moving back here for good. She’s going to live with me.”
    She stared at him. “Are you serious?”
    “Yes.”
    A minute before she thought she’d never move again. Now she launched herself off the couch and into him, throwing her arms around his neck.
    “Michael! I can’t believe it. No, that’s not true—I can absolutely believe it. And I’m so glad.”
    He pulled her to him for a quick, hard kiss. “I thought you would be.” He shifted so he was sitting with his back to the couch, Jenna straddling his lap. “So, here’s the deal.”
    She was still dressed from the waist up, but now he grabbed the hem of her tee shirt and pulled it over her head. “I have two weeks left before I’m a full-time father, and you’re going to help me celebrate my last days of freedom.”
    “I am?” she asked breathlessly. She was wearing a white cotton bra, completely unsexy, but the way Michael was gazing at her, she might have been in a lingerie catalogue.
    “You are.”
    She tried to remember why they shouldn’t do this, but it was hard to think about anything while he was sliding his hands around to unhook her bra. He tossed it aside