Free Hidden Fire: Fire, Book 2: Red Hot Weekend by Jess Dee Page A

isn’t confusing the bloody hell out of you. You speak about it so easily, so openly.” She looked at him in despair. “I just don’t know how to do that.”
    Garreth’s chuckle drew her gaze. Was he laughing at her?
    Didn’t appear so. He was looking at her with a tender smile on his face.
    “Remember the time you drew up an eating plan for me when I was training for the Ironman?” he asked.
    Jenna nodded. As if she’d ever forget how thrilled she’d been that Garreth had asked for her help, for her advice. She’d spent hours working out the perfect diet, so he’d have the correct proportion of carbs and protein to keep his energy up, increase his muscle mass (not that he’d needed it) and ensure he never felt hungry. Garreth had been the perfect client. He’d taken the diet on board and followed it to the letter.
    “You were so confident when you explained it all to me. You knew what you were talking about, you believed in yourself, and you pretty much blew me away with your knowledge. Your professionalism and your confidence were a freaking huge turn on.” He chuckled again. “I almost ran the Sydney marathon just because it would have given me an excuse to spend more time with the professional Jenna.”
    Jenna grinned. Couldn’t help it. But what did it have to do with her confession and her fear now?
    “You believe in yourself when you’re working,” Garreth told her. “You know who you are, and you know what you’re capable of. You trust your abilities. Now all you need to do is trust your feelings and your love and your desires like you do your job skills. Believe in them. They’ll show you how to act. They’ll tell you what to do.”
    God, he made it sound so easy. “I don’t know how.”
    “Yeah, you do.”
    She shook her head.
    Garreth nodded in response. “You can do it.” He paused for a moment, in deep thought. “I can help you, if you’d like me too.”
    Did she want his help? Shouldn’t she be able to do this by herself?
    Garreth must have sensed her doubt. “I want to help you.”
    She frowned.
    Garreth smiled wryly. “You realize I’m not just offering for your sake? I have a personal stake in this as well.”
    She raised an eyebrow in question.
    “I want everything from you, sweetheart. Everything. And if you need a little help learning how to share everything, then I want to help you.”
    Oh, Lordy, when he put it like that, how could she refuse? Slowly she nodded her acceptance.
    Garreth smiled his beautiful smile.
    Encouraging as it was, Jenna was still damned nervous. “How do we do this?”
    “Relax, it’s not too hard. I’m gonna ask you a few questions. All you need to do is answer me honestly. The first thought that comes to your mind. Not the second. Or the third. The first.”
    She looked at him dubiously. “We can try, I guess.”
    “Good. Close your eyes.”
    Jenna did, reluctantly. But she did it for him. For them.
    “Tell me, Jenna,” Garreth asked, his voice a soft whisper. “Do you want me to touch you?”
    No difficulty answering that one honestly. “Yes.” She always wanted his touch.
    “Where?”
    Everywhere. “Uh, my leg, I guess.” And my arms. And my belly. And my pussy.
    “You guess?”
    She nodded.
    “The first answer that comes into your head,” Garreth warned.
    She bit her lip.
    “Where do you want me to touch you?” he asked again.
    Goose flesh covered her skin. “Everywhere,” she said on a soft sigh.
    “I want to touch you everywhere.” His hand skimmed over her chest, down the valley between her breasts and feathered over her stomach. “Do you want me to kiss you?”
    “God, yes.” Even as he asked, her lips ached to feel the pressure of his pushing against them.
    “Where?” He pressed a soft kiss to her outer thigh.
    “There,” she gasped. “And my lips. And other places.”
    “Other places?”
    She blushed. Didn’t answer.
    “Be honest with me, Jenn.”
    “My breasts. And my pussy. I want you to kiss my