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

pussy.” She hesitated for a heart beat. “Again. And again.”
    “I will,” he promised, his voice a gruff growl. “Again and again.” He nudged her legs open slightly and pressed a kiss to her inner thigh.
    Her breasts tightened in anticipation.
    “Do you trust me?” Another kiss.
    Did she? Jenna tilted her head to the side, pondered the answer. He’d protected her when she was hurt. He’d loved her. He’d gotten Jackson to break the pact so he could be with her. Did she trust him? Yes? No?
    Her answer surprised her. But it was the truth. “I do.”
    Garreth let out a long breath. Had he been holding it?
    “Okay, next question.” His hands trailed a feathery-light path from her hips all the way down to her ankles, leaving her breathless. “Do you love me?”
    “Yes.” The answer exploded from her lips.
    “Have you always loved me?” She could hear the triumph in his voice.
    “No,” she whispered.
    Garreth swore.
    “The first time I saw you it was more a case of instant lust,” she admitted.
    “It was?”
    “Uh, yeah. You were, without doubt, the sexiest man I’d ever seen.” He still was. Just looking at him turned her on.
    Garreth growled. “Did I make you wet that first time?”
    Jenna’s instinctive answer made her face burn. She couldn’t voice it out loud.
    Garreth smacked her calf. Not hard, but with enough pressure to tell her he meant business. “This’ll never work if you hide your answers from me.”
    Flames burst out all over her cheeks.
    “Did I?” he persisted.
    Jenna nodded. “S-so wet, that when I got home, I…” Her voice trailed off.
    “You what?” Garreth asked.
    “I touched myself.”
    “You touched yourself?”
    Shit, he wasn’t gonna let her get away with this. “I masturbated. Okay? I played with myself until I came. Pretended my hand was yours. Pretended you were the one bringing me to climax, not me.”
    “Jesus, fuck!” Garreth groaned. “You’re going to give me a heart attack, you know that? I’m hard as a fucking pole now.”
    She opened her eyes to look, but he stopped her. “Uh-uh. Keep ’em closed.”
    She obeyed.
    “Shit, You gotta give me a minute here, Jenn. Let me get my perspective back before we continue.” He sounded as though he were in pain.
    Good. Because telling him about touching herself hadn’t exactly been a pain-free experience.
    Garreth swore, breathed heavily, counted to ten, then swore again.
    Jenna cut him some slack. “If it helps, I fell in love with you the second time I saw you.” The day he’d discovered she loved jogging as much as he did, and invited her to join him on his early morning runs.
    “It does help.” He kissed her inner thigh again, reminding her all over again of her need to touch herself after the first time they’d met.
    Liquid heat seared her pussy.
    “Would you like me to untie you?” he asked.
    Freedom!
    Jenna’s eyes popped open. Garreth stared up at her intently.
    Her heart lurched.
    “Would you?” he prompted. He held an ankle in each hand, the only parts of her body not bound to the chair. Yet even as he held her, he offered her freedom.
    Her arms were getting stiff. Her butt too. And in this position she was totally exposed to Garreth. Totally at his mercy. Of course she wanted him to untie her.
    But he’d asked for her honesty. “No.”
    Because no matter how appealing losing the ropes might be, sitting here at his mercy was even more appealing. So damn appealing her pussy clenched and swelled.
    Desire flared in Garreth’s eyes. “What do you want me to do?”
    Christ, the ball was in her court. He’d placed it there. He was encouraging her to acknowledge what was deep inside her head—and put it out there for him to see. Encouraging her to jump over her defenses and just be herself.
    She’d done it earlier, demanded he tongue her, fuck her. But earlier she’d been cresting a wave of desire, anger and passion. She’d acted purely on instinct, not taking the time to think