Can't Get Enough of You (13 page)

Frustrated, she wanted to shake some sense into Leah, force her twin to take a long, hard look at what was right there for all to see. Forget about love. John Norton wasn't enamored with her sister. Jenna feared that he would use Leah until she was all used up. Only then would he move on to his next pretty victim.

Jenna was also surprised by the number of people, even among the club's elite clientele, who came up to Scott to either shake his hand or ask for an autograph.

While out on the dance floor with Scott, Jenna struggled to let go and simply enjoy. Even the breathtaking beauty of the ninety-foot waterfall and the lavish surroundings couldn't keep her from fuming. Scott's whispered assurance that it didn't matter hadn't helped. The hours were slipping away and her mood hadn't mellowed. Scott might be able to shrug it off, stating that it was only one night out on the town and insisting that it wasn't about to break him, but Jenna couldn't let it go.

She barely held onto her temper. She fumed silently, telling herself it was better if she kept her mouth shut—that was the only way to get through the rest of the night without spoiling her sister's enjoyment. Jenna was genuinely pleased to see her twin so happy. While Leah didn't seem to mind John's selfishness—she was evidently used to it—Jenna thought it was a shame, because Leah deserved so much more.

Later, when it was time to part, Jenna found it nearly impossible to say good-bye to her sister. Only the knowledge that they would see each other during the Thanksgiving holidays kept Jenna from bursting into tears. To Jenna's delight, Leah had agreed to come for a visit.

On their way back to the hotel, Jenna worried that Leah might change her mind and not want to leave John behind. Scott had offered to fly them both to Detroit. Although touched by his willingness to help, Jenna flatly refused. Scott had done enough just by coming with her to Las Vegas. When she thought about all he'd done to make her reunion with her twin memorable, Jenna was overwhelmed. It would be unconscionable to ask for more.

“You've been brooding all night, babe. Keeping it locked inside won't help. You might as well spit it out,” he encouraged her as he let them into their suite.

Jenna was carrying her pumps, having kicked them off in the elevator. “You know what's wrong. I've had it up to here”—she gestured wildly above her head— “with that man. I don't understand what my sister sees in him. John Norton is nothing but a hustler.”

“You let him spoil the celebration for you. He isn't worth it.”

“I know,” she sighed. “What I don't understand is, why doesn't it bother you? It was bad enough spending an entire night with that loudmouthed drunk.” She tossed her shoes onto the carpet and draped her wrap over the nearby armchair, then went to the French doors, where she stared out at the twinkling lights, her small hands balled into fists. “Why did he have to take advantage of you that way? It was too much!”

“Let it go, Jenna.”

“I can't,” she hissed, blinking away tears. “It's just plain wrong!”

Scott went over and cupped her shoulders, turning her to face him. “Why? Why do you care so much?”

Jenna's entire body suddenly went taut with tension as she struggled to sort out her emotions. Her damp eyes collided with his. She tried to look away but couldn't.

Reluctantly, she quietly admitted, “We're friends. I don't dislike you.”

“You haven't said you cared about me, either. Yet you've been acting that way tonight.”

“Any decent human being would be upset.”

“But would she brood over it for hours? And would she be outraged to the point of tears even after claiming she has no feelings for him?”

“You are reading too much into it.”

“What does that mean? Do you still have feelings for me, Jenna?”

Thirteen

“I
t means I didn't like sitting back and watching what happened tonight,” she snapped. She was not about to put a label on her emotions. Nor was she prepared to examine them too closely or to explain them to him.

“I'm really struggling here not to . . .” He stopped. His voice was barely above a whisper, his frustration evident.

“What?” She watched as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

When he opened them again, he moved a caressing hand along the side of her face. “Does it help knowing I still care about you, sweet Jenna?” He pressed a kiss against her cheek, a series of kisses along her jawline. “You're important to me—that has never changed.” His mouth covered hers. The kiss was hot, yet incredibly tender, as he sponged, then suckled, her bottom lip. “Something has changed with you tonight. I'd like to know what.”

Her breathing was quick and uneven as she fought for control. Desire danced along her nerve endings, adding to the confusion. “It doesn't matter, Scott.”

“It matters, Jenna. Everything about you matters to me. I promised myself before we left the city that I wouldn't pressure you this weekend. You're dealing with enough changes in your life. You don't need me trying to seduce you into doing something you're not ready to do. I've tried to limit myself to a few touches and kisses.

“But tonight, sweet girl, you have my senses soaring and need riding me hard. I'd like nothing better than to make love to you until dawn lightens the sky.” His hands were curled into fists at his side. “Forget I said that. I'm going to keep that promise, if it kills me. I suggest you do us both a favor and go into your bedroom and lock the door. Now!”

Annoyed by his take-charge attitude, she hissed, “When did you get the job of deciding what is best for me?” Her voice shook with emotion while her body ached with need. “I'm not a little girl in need of your protection.” She lifted her chin while folding her arms beneath her breasts. “In case you haven't noticed, I'm all grown up. I make my own decisions.”

Scott quirked a dark brow. “Oh, yeah, I noticed.” His voice rasped with need and impatience. “I'm warning you, I'm not some superhuman with extraordinary abilities and ironclad control, like that doll they put my name on a few years back.”

Her eyes went wide before she giggled, “The Scott Hendricks doll?”

He nodded, his mouth taut and his gaze smoldering with desire. “I mean it, Jenna. Go!”

“Stop ordering me around.”

“Then don't blame me if you find yourself on your back with your soft thighs wrapped around me.”

“Nothing is going to happen. We both know what went wrong the first time around.”

“Why, Jenna? Why are you acting as if what we shared ended years ago? Something's happening right now . . . between the two of us. I'm not going to pretend it's nothing. The feelings are there, and they're real.”

She stared up into the molten heat of his dark eyes, wanting to deny his claim, but she couldn't—not in good conscience. He was correct. Something very powerful was going on between them. Even though it scared her and she might have regrets later, she was not running from it or him.

“Admit it, Jenna,” he said urgently between deep, tongue-stroking kisses. “Admit you still have feelings for me. That you still want me.”

Jenna didn't say anything. She couldn't find the words. Overcome with desire and powerful emotions, she allowed her senses free rein as she inhaled his clean male scent. She luxuriated in the heat of his long, hard length pressed against her soft curves.

“Have you missed me as much as I've missed you?” he asked, his voice rough with need.

“Oh, yes,” she nearly sobbed, opening her mouth for more of the sizzling, hot thrusts of his tongue against hers.

“I need you,” Scott growled into her ear.

There was no doubt in her mind that he meant every word. She could feel the heavy pressure of his hard shaft against her. He needed her as desperately as she needed him. Her inner core pulsed with desire. She wanted him deep inside, filling the emptiness.

“Hurry,” she begged as she slid her hands under his coat to the buttons lining his shirt. Her fingers shook as she struggled to get beneath the cloth. She longed to feel his dark skin. She was breathing heavily by the time she freed the top buttons and slid her hand inside. They both trembled at the feel and fierce heat of his skin against her palms.

“It's been too long.” His voice was husky with need. He shrugged out of the jacket and yanked the shirt out of his trousers, ripping the remaining buttons off with one quick jerk of the wrist.

She was beyond protest. She needed to touch him. Her hands trembled as she caressed his chest, teasing his taut, ebony nipples. He growled his pleasure as he leaned down to issue a tongue-stroking kiss. He explored the roof of her mouth, her sharp teeth, then he suckled her tongue heatedly. She quivered with need as his tongue slid down the length of her neck to lick the fragrant hollow at the base of her throat.

Finally, she was back in his arms. This was no dream or even a memory. It was real. His large hands boldly cupped her aching breasts, gently squeezing them. It felt so good . . . so right. She sighed when he worried her hard, sensitive nipples.

Lost in a sensual daze, Jenna didn't offer a single protest when Scott swung her off her feet and carried her into his bedroom. She trembled with desire as he unzipped her dress, unhooked her bra, and eased down her lace panties. Before she could inhale, she was draped across his bed with her arms wrapped around his strong neck.

She kissed him, pushing bothersome worries and doubts aside to concentrate on giving and receiving long-awaited pleasure. Sizzling flames of passion traveled along her nerve endings as he warmed her soft flesh. His tongue felt like rough velvet on her skin. Had anything ever felt better?

He didn't stop there. He followed the silky lines of her dark skin but slowed when he reached the swell of her breasts. Jenna cried aloud when Scott tantalized her with the streaming hot wash of his tongue over her softness. He licked the entire globe until she ached with need and trembed as desire built with each flick of his tongue. His entire focus was on her as he laved her highly sensitive nipple. She whimpered when he applied the hard suction she adored. It had been so long since he'd indulged her this way, and it was as deliciously sweet as she remembered.

Just when she thought she couldn't tolerate more, he moved to her other breast and repeated the titillation. Jenna sobbed out her enjoyment, not wanting the sizzling-hot magic to ever stop.

Being with him this way was both achingly familiar and incredibly new. He cradled her in his arms as he pleasured her. No one made her feel the way he did. He alone touched that special place deep inside that both frightened and thrilled her.

He lifted his head, whispering into her ear, “You feel so good in my arms.”

Resting her cheek on his shoulder, she gave free rein to the yearnings she'd been pretending didn't matter since he'd reentered her life. Moving her hands over his bare chest with her eyes closed, she indulged herself, allowing her other senses to take control.

Padded with muscle, his chest was heavier than she remembered. She worried his taut nipples until his breath quickened and he released a throaty groan. Traveling down to his tight, firm midsection, she marveled at the intense heat of his dark skin.

Realizing that he was still wearing trousers, she quickly unfastened them, unzipping and pushing away fabric until she could touch only him. Jenna sighed in pleasure as she stroked Scott's firm stomach, caressing his belly button and hard core muscles. She heard his sharp indrawn breath when she lingered, relishing the texture and smell of his skin.

He moaned huskily when she caressed the jutting length of his aroused sex. She used both hands to encircle his shaft, paying particular attention to the sensitive crest. Encouraged by his guttural moans as she stroked his entire length, she shifted to gently squeeze his heaviness below, then she moved to suckle a taut nipple.

Suddenly, Scott jerked her up until their mouths connected. The kiss was deep, ravenous, making them both shake from the intensity of the exchange.

“Sweet Jenna . . . tell me that you want me. That you need me as much as I want and need you,” he rasped into her ear.

“Yes, oh yes. Scott, I need you now,” she said without hesitation.

He rolled her over until she lay beneath him. His open mouth was scorching hot against the side of her throat. Large hands cupped full breasts, then smoothed down over her flat stomach. He spread her thighs so he could palm her feminine mound. After cupping and then rhythmically squeezing her damp heat, he parted dark curls to finger her fleshy, slick folds. She moaned, unable to contain her desire.

Scott slid a long finger into Jenna's moist sheath. Sobbing his name, she clung to him as the pleasure mushroomed. He eased in a second finger while circling her opening. She trembled in response as he slowly caressed her highly sensitive feminine bud . . . tantalizing her with gentle strokes.

“You are so wet and incredibly tight,” he whispered as he quickened the pace.

Caught up in a maze of sensual delight, she could barely form a coherent thought. Each new sensation spiraled upward, sending her to an even higher level of enjoyment. Close to climaxing, she whimpered in protest when he removed his fingers, but she issued a heartfelt sigh of relief when he tantalized her with his tongue. The pleasure quickly spun beyond her control, and she shuddered from an intense release. It was sharp and poignant but not enough. She needed more. She needed him . . . inside of her . . . a part of her.

“Oh, Scott! It has been so long. Please hurry, I need you deep inside,” she said urgently.

He gave her a hard kiss before he reached into the nightstand for a box of condoms. Her heart raced with anticipation as he ripped the packet and quickly covered his shaft. The moment he came close, she pulled him back to her.

“Hurry . . .” She was fed up with being without him.

Scott ignored her dictate to rush. He clenched his teeth as he slowly eased forward, stretching her with his rock-hard sex. They both shuddered from the long-awaited, sizzling-hot contact. He groaned her name and tightened his arms around her as she whimpered his name, pressing even closer to him and draping her legs over his muscular thighs.

Jenna moaned from a mixture of pain and pleasure, glorying in the sheer joy of being one with him. Her senses were raw and fully engaged. Slowly, he filled the emptiness, bridging the gap that separated them.

When he remained still, giving her time to adjust to his entry, she was frustrated by the delay. She moved despite the burning pressure. She wanted him, now. He clasped her hips, holding her still.

She pleaded, “Scott . . .”

“No, I'm hurting you.” His entire body was taut with tension and damp from perspiration. He cradled her face. “How long has it been?”

She shook her head. “It doesn't matter. Please . . . don't stop.”

Although his breathing was rapid and uneven, he remained still. Frustrated, she licked the side of his throat down to the base, then down further to worry his nipple. Scott's nostrils flared, as if he was inhaling her scent, but he kept a firm hold on her hips.

“Don't,” he said between clenched teeth. “I don't want to hurt you.”

“Scott,” she crooned as the burning pain receded, giving way to pulsating need. She'd done without him so long . . . too long. She wanted him . . . every hard inch. Closing her eyes, she tightened her inner muscles around him and stroked his engorged shaft while rocking her hips from side to side.

Scott groaned as his control shattered. He moved in earnest, in and out of her damp heat. All too soon they were caught up in his rhythmic thrusts and the incredible pleasure of finally being connected. She gasped for breath, marveling at his incredible masculinity. Each of his steel-hard strokes was sheathed in tenderness. He kissed her as if to soothe her earlier hurt, and she returned his kisses as overwhelming need turned into unparalleled enjoyment.

“You feel so good . . . so right,” he said close to her ear. Perspiration beaded his face and upper body as he held himself back, his body taut from the strain.

Desperate for the full force of his lovemaking, she whispered, “Stop treating me as if I'll break. I'm not a porcelain doll.”

Jenna lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist, opening herself for his full penetration. Scott growled her name as the last thread of his control snapped. He pulled out only to quickly plunge deep inside, giving her his entire length again and again. She was swiftly caught up in his powerful thrusts. Wrapped in each other's arms as insurmountable pleasure engulfed them, hurling them toward completion. She screamed as her frame shook from mind-numbing pleasure that overwhelmed her senses. Her last coherent thought was that it was even better than she remembered. Scott's shout of exultation immediately followed Jenna's. They clung to each other, their hearts pounding with excitement, gradually returning to normal.

His warm, tender kisses moved across her forehead, down the bridge of her nose to the tip, then over each cheek. Jenna focused on taking slow, fortifying breaths, her body damp from perspiration.