The Unseen Enemy Series

Chapter 148

For Jenny, February passed quickly. It was a month of surprises, and she mostly surprised herself.

Every morning, she got up and had breakfast with Chris. Every morning, he hugged her goodbye, holding her closer and tighter and longer as the month went on. Most nights, when Jenny wasn't working late, they ate together, then spent the evening on the sofa.

Talking, watching movies, reading. Jenny was always curled up next to him, held against his body, her head on his shoulder or chest. His warm breath on her skin, his large hands gentle in her hair. And every single night, he hugged her goodnight before they went to their separate bedrooms. She had panic attacks and nightmares, but they were becoming less severe and less frequent.

She simply couldn’t get over how comfortable she felt with Chris’ body in some ways, and how disturbed she was by it in others.

Even as she pressed up against it, knowing that she was safe, she had the urge to do something risky. She had started to wonder what it would be like to taste his lips. What his naked chest would be like to touch. What it would feel like to sleep next to him in her bed.

From Chris’ side, he was surprised by her every day: her trust in him and her strength astounded and humbled him. Sure, some nights he went back to his room so turned on he had to find a bit of relief on his own in the shower, but even that was OK. It was OK because he knew that they were moving closer to a kiss. Their first kiss.

I’ll wait for that. It’ll be worth waiting for.

One night in early March was when it finally happened, and it took them both by surprise. After all of Jenny's worry about her panicking, and all of Chris' preparation for making the kiss as unthreatening as he could, it happened in the most natural way possible. She simply looked up at him as they watched a movie, and he glanced back down at her, and she kissed him.

Chris’ whole body responded immediately. He wrapped his arms around her, pulled her up to him. Closer, tighter. He ran his fingers through her hair and she clutched the front of his shirt. When his tongue traced her lips, she moaned deep in her throat and he loosened his grip, pulled back to see her eyes.

“Jenny?”

She was gazing up at him, her blue eyes unfocused.

“Baby? You doing OK?”

She nodded. “I want to kiss you again.”

“I want you to…”

She didn’t need any more encouragement. She twisted, lifted herself and before he quite knew what was happening, she was in his lap, straddling him. He fought to stay in control as she sank down on him, pushed down on his c**k.

Oh, God, man. Don’t scare her now. But holy f**k, she feels good.

Jenny took his face in her hands and kissed him again, wanting to lose herself in Chris. His strength, his heat, his taste. His lips were soft, so soft, but the rest of him was hard, all steel and bulky muscle, and she felt something inside of her respond fiercely to his maleness.

His head was resting on the back of the sofa and he was totally relaxed under her. Sprawled out, loose and gentle. His hands were on her back, running up and down slowly. Soothing her, encouraging her. She felt totally in charge of the situation, safe and even a bit powerful. She was amazed how good it felt to have this huge man under her, his lethal hands touching her tenderly, his whole body hers for the taking and doing.

Time stood still now, as she kissed him again and again. Jenny became bolder, her hands running over the muscles in his chest, her body resting on his more heavily. Chris became more gentle, letting her take the lead more and more, not wanting to take any of the control away from her.

Suddenly, she broke away from him and they stared at each other. She looked stunned and shocked, and he felt a small bubble of fear start in his stomach.

“Sweetheart?” He kept his voice low. “You OK?”

She was frozen on top of him, and that was always a bad sign. Right away, he wrapped his arms around her again, holding her in place. The panic was rising in her now – he could feel it – and her body started to shake.

“Oh, no,” she said. “No, no. I don’t want to panic…”

But it was too late, and they both knew it. All they could do now was ride out the storm, wait for it to pass. She struggled against his grip, fighting to get away, and he clamped down, trapping her arms between them, holding her as close as he could. He whispered in her ear as she shook and cried, telling her over and over again that he had her, that he was there.

The attack was a bad one, and he was worried when it went on for several minutes longer than the ones she’d had before. But eventually, her gasps and tears slowed and stopped, and Jenny went limp on him. She was silent, totally unmoving, and he pulled back a bit.

She was out cold, and Chris didn’t have the first f*****g clue what to do now. Should he carry her up to bed? Should he shift her off his lap onto the sofa? Should he leave her where she was?

In the end, he turned his whole body – slowly, carefully – and stretched out on the sofa, the cushion under his head. Jenny lay on top of him, her cheek pressed into his broad chest, his arms around her back. He tucked her head under his chin and waited for her to wake up. Time passed, though, and she stayed asleep, and Chris started to feel his own eyes close. He fought it, briefly, but exhaustion washed over him. He drifted off to sleep, the scent of her shining hair overwhelming his senses.