"Can I take care of you here?" he asked me. "No one will ever know." His hands moved from my hips down the outside of my legs, across my knees, and then began traveling back up my inner thighs, until they were completely hidden under my shorts.
My entire body trembled.
"I want to taste you so bad, Jenna. God, I bet you are so sweet. But we can't take the chance, not here. Still, I can make you feel good. Let me?"
I nodded because it was the only thing I could do. There was no way I could form a coherent sentence, I wasn't even sure I could form a proper word.
He spread my legs apart, first an inch, and then another, shielding me with his body. And once his fingers finally reached their target, yanking my panties to the side, I know he found me wet and ready for him.
Using a single finger, he traced a line down my center, parting me. And he groaned as if this was giving him pleasure. My eyes fluttered closed, and a lightshow went off behind my lids.
I swayed as his movements made me shaky. But he had me, his arm wrapped around my waist and his hand gripping my hip, holding me to him.
The ache between my legs magnified, I began to hear my heartbeat in my ears.
He leaned in, and kissed each cheek, the underside of my jaw, and over to my neck before quickly driving two fingers deep inside. My breath hitched and I grabbed his shoulders for stability. His eyes met mine at that moment, they had turned so black. He slowly pulled his fingers out of me then, and used my moisture to stimulate my clit before sliding them back in again. But this time, he crooked the ends of his fingertips and began to stroke my G spot.
"Is this good for you?"
When I didn't answer, he chuckled and pulled me closer.
"Christ, I could do this all night but I've got to get you off fast, baby, before we don't have this place to ourselves anymore."
He didn't wait, he went to work. He was a man on a mission. He plunged his blunt fingers inside again and began pumping into me, slow at first until they reached a fevered pace.
I could hardly hold myself up, the pressure was building, building. And as he drove those fingers into me one more time, I simply let go, allowing the force of the orgasm to rip through me, leaving no part of me untouched.
"Holy Shit," I whispered once I floated back down to earth.
"That was so fucking hot, you have no idea."
"Oh, I think I have some idea."
I looked around the room, and thankfully, we were still alone.
"Now what?" I asked, playfully.
"Well," he smirked, "I think your whites are done."
So in the world's most awkward afterglow of all time, Michael and I folded my unmentionables at our local laundromat.
You seriously could not make this shit up.
Chapter Fourteen
Michael
Well, there was no coming back from that.
I didn't want to overwhelm her, so I didn't push my way into her apartment and I didn't ask her to stay at mine. Even though what had happened back at the laundromat was everything I wanted-fuck that, was everything I dreamed of-I couldn't say I wasn't a little freaked out about the whole thing. Plus, where would we go from here?
One thing I did know, without a doubt, was that today would not be the last time I touched Jenna. I could only hope that I was assessing the situation accurately. I also desperately hoped I wasn't overestimating my prowess with the women. I mean, it sure looked like she was having a good time, but Jenna was a tricky one.
"Get some rest, and I'll talk to you in the morning," I told her once we arrived back at the apartment, before placing the lightest of kisses on the corner of her mouth. So much had happened, it was all I dare do. I didn't want her getting skittish and running away. Instead, I wanted us to come back together after a good night's rest and figure out a plan.
Right, like either of us would sleep tonight.
The next day, I did stop by before my shift as-what looked to be-a handyman was leaving her place. It'd been Grand Central over there lately, and it was making me a little twitchy.
"What was he doing here?" I asked her, signaling to the guy in coveralls.
"I don't know, some heating and air conditioning thing," she said, hardly paying attention. She was too busy messing around with the Buddy Walker I'd given her-and by the way she was acting, one would've thought I'd presented her with a diamond.
Note to self: Jenna likes presents.
"Well, I didn't have anyone stop by to service mine," I said.
She shrugged and it had me on edge, not that I was going to let her know that.
"Jen," I said gently. "This is kind of serious. Did Dean the landlord, or anyone from his staff, inform you that your place needed maintenance?"
"No, but that's nothing new." She clipped the new leash on Molly and Ruby. "Why are you getting so wigged out over this?"
She took my hand and turned it over, before placing a light kiss on my palm. It was an easy move. A natural one. And, oh yeah, she was placating me.
"I'd just like to see that you take a little more care with the comings and goings in your apartment."
"The comings and goings?" She quirked an eyebrow.
"Yes, that's a technical term." I returned a kiss on her palm. "It's just important for safety reasons, there are a lot of bad guys out there." I added.
"I've lived alone for a long time, you know. And I wouldn't just let anyone inside. He was wearing a uniform, in case you didn't notice, and I even got a work order." She retrieved it from the table and waved it in front of my face.
Good girl. But the uniform was a dumb argument. They were easy to pick up online. Anyone could order a uniform for anything, but I wasn't going to argue the point right now. I did, however, make note of where she put the work order, because I would be taking a look at that later.
That reminded me …
My big project for my internship was coming up, and this was the perfect opportunity to get her to help me-all while I was helping her.
"So while we're on the subject of safety and the fact that you live alone," I began.
"Yes?" she said cautiously, her brows knitted together.
"I'm starting a self-defense class for women at the gym across from the station and I could really use some practice before we start. What do you say, are you up for being a guinea pig?"
"Of course," she said a little easier. "But I'm not sure how much help I can be, I've never taken a self-defense class."
"Even better," I told her.
Truth was, the class wasn't just for my project. I'd been something I wanted to do for a long time. They're be a classroom portion as well, covering preventative measures to take-like where to park at night, safety on campus, party protection, and how to use pepper spray and Tasers.
I might not have been able to prevent Tabby's nightmare, but if I could help someone else avoid something like that, I had to try.
"I'll text you directions to the gym," I said.
"Deal."
Fuck, this is important. I kept chanting to myself later that night. I had to repeat the phrase over and over again so I wouldn't get distracted by Jen.
This was the one of the best ways I could protect her. It was also something that helped me make up for the times that I wasn't there to help people who needed me, like Tabby or my mom.
Fuck, this is important.
I needed to do this for Jenna, it wasn't about me and my selfish needs.
Focus, idiot.
She made her way down to the empty gym, right on time. A few other guys from the station came to use the equipment on occasion in the morning, but for the most part, it was a vacant space that I had all to myself.
I pulled a few mats to the ground and set up a punching bag in the corner. But we'd start easy with a few simple moves that could be lifesaving.
When Jenna arrived she was exhausted. It'd been a long day for both of us. And though she may have been a little out of sorts after the day's events, she still looked absolutely edible to me. Her hair was pulled back in her signature weekend ponytail, and she wore a pair of tight black running pants-that were snug in all the right places-with a tank top that covered her sports bra, but was still unable to conceal her curves.
To say she made it difficult to concentrate was the understatement of all understatements. And as I put her into position, the rise and fall of her chest made my cock ache. This was a very bad idea.
Jen offered no clues about how she felt about what happened last night. Had I misread what was going on between us? Part of me really hated how she turned me into such a questioning, unconfident fool, the other part loved the challenge.
Still, I didn't like the questions. I didn't like the inconsistencies or wondering. I needed to know where we stood. Then, once we knew, we could have a plan, we could set up rules. I needed my fucking rules.
We started our session with the basics, like be alert and aware, go out in pairs, know your surroundings and all those things that she's probably been hearing for years.
"Above all," I added. "Avoid distractions, because this is what attackers bank on. Distractions can lead to death. So don't get me started on texting or talking on the phone when you're out walking alone at any time of the day."
The smartass gave me a salute.
We covered vulnerable entry points on a person: the nose, the space above the lip, the groin, solar plexus, vagus nerve, knees, and ears. Then we moved onto techniques for getting out of holds. I showed her how, instead of yanking your arm away when someone grabs you, it was best to rotate the wrist and bend your elbow to pull free.