My burns were minimal. They were healed by the time we got back to the compound."
"That's not the point." Alex's mouth curved warmly. Then she abruptly went up on her toes and placed a kiss on his cheek. "Thank you for saving my friend."
When he stood there, unsure how to respond, Alex rolled her eyes.
"What are you waiting for? Go on in and see her for yourself."
He waited until Kade's mate had gone before he rapped his knuckles on the door. It took a few moments before Jenna opened it. She was barefoot, dressed in his white terry bathrobe, he was guessing, with little to nothing more beneath it.
"Hi," she said, giving him a welcoming smile that made his blood fire to life in his veins. "I was just about to get in the shower."
Oh, he definitely didn't need that tempting mental image to make his body burn any hotter.
"I wanted to come by and check on you," he murmured, a thick rasp in his voice as he recalled the feminine curves and long, luscious limbs that were hiding under the oversize robe. A robe fastened only by the loosely tied sash around her slender waist. He cleared his throat. "But if you're tired--"
"I'm not." She pivoted away from the door, leaving it open behind her in unspoken invitation.
Brock stepped inside and closed the door behind him.
He hadn't gone there with ideas about seducing her, but he had to admit it seemed like a really stellar idea now that he was close enough to touch her. Close enough to sense that she felt the same way.
Before he could stop himself, he reached out for her hand and brought her back toward him. She didn't resist. Her hazel eyes were wide and welcoming as he cupped his hand around the back of her head and drew her against him. He caught her mouth in a deep, hungered kiss. She sucked his lower lip hard between her teeth, and all of his good intentions, few though they were, went up in flames.
"God, Jenna," he rasped against her mouth. "I can't stay away from you."
Her answer was a throaty moan, the slow feminine purr vibrating through his body and straight into his cock. He was hard as steel, his skin tight and overheated, every nerve ending throbbing in time with the roar of his pulse.
He peeled the loose terry cloth off Jenna's luscious body, revealing her to his thirsting gaze inch by inch, curve by delectable curve. He smoothed his hands over her soft skin, reveling in the velvety feel of her under his rough fingertips. Her br**sts filled his palms, a perfect swell of creamy flesh capped with small pink ni**les that begged him to taste them.
He dipped his head down and lavished her with his tongue, suckling the tight little buds and growling with pleasure as she moaned and sighed above him.
The sweet scent of her arousal slammed into him, making his already emerged fangs punch out of his gums in primal, urgent response. He reached down between her legs, cleaving his fingers into the slick seam of her body.
"So soft," he murmured, teasing the petals of her body and reveling in the way she blossomed even fuller under his touch. "So hot and wet. You are so f**king sexy, Jenna."
"Oh, God," she gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he slowly penetrated her with first one finger, then a second. "More," she whispered. "Don't stop."
With a growl, he rocked his palm against her and took her mouth in a hard, possessive kiss, tongue and fingers delving deep, giving and taking until he felt her body quake with the first tremors of release. She let out a sharp, shuddery sigh but he didn't let up until she shattered against him, crying out his name in release.
She was still panting, still holding onto his shoulders as he slowly caressed her sex, and bent to kiss the tight little buds of her ni**les.
"You're way overdressed," she murmured, her heavy-lidded eyes dark and demanding, though no more than the hands that were now drifting down his arms and heading on a direct course for the massive bulge below the waistband of his fatigues. She stroked him over the fabric, her unbashful handling of him making his c**k surge tighter, fuller, straining to be freed.
"Take these off. Now."
"Bossy as ever," he said, grinning as he rushed to comply to her lusty demands.
She laughed, running her hands all over his body as he shucked his clothes. When he was naked, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him until her curves melded with his hard planes and muscles. She was no fragile waif, and he loved that about her. He loved her strength.
There was so much he loved about this woman, he realized, standing there skin to skin with her, staring into her eyes.
Oh, yeah ... he was in big trouble right here.
"You said something about a shower," he murmured, trying to pretend he wasn't falling in love right that very second. Trying to convince himself that he hadn't fallen for her much earlier than this--as early as the moment he'd first seen her, terrorized but unbroken, in the dark of her Alaska cabin.
She smiled up at him, oblivious to the wash of revelation pouring over him. "I did say something about a shower, actually. But it's way over there in the bathroom, and we're out here."
"Easy enough to take care of that." He scooped her up into his arms and used the inhuman speed he'd been born with to carry her into the adjacent bathroom before she could even yelp for him to put her down.
"Oh, my God!" she exclaimed, laughing around the words as he set her feet down on the marble floor. "Neat trick."
"Baby, stick around. I've got plenty more where that came from."
She arched a slim brow. "Is that an invitation?"
"Do you want it to be?"
Instead of shooting back with something teasing or suggestive, she got quiet suddenly. Glanced away for a second. When she looked back up at him, her face was as serious as he'd ever seen it. "I don't know what I want ... other than more of this. More of you."