The Unseen Enemy Series

Chapter 179

Jennifer Sawyer hung up her cell phone, feeling relief in every nerve and muscle in her body. Despite the fact that Emma didn’t know much about where Kat had been for the past week, Jenny was glad to hear that Kat was home, and that Jim was basically standing guard.

Chris Brooker lay on his side and gazed at her. “Kat?”

“Yeah.” She pressed her naked curves closer to his massive body. “She’s home. Emma says she’s in one piece. Beyond that, I don’t know.”

He nodded. “She OK?”

“I’m betting not. Just dropping off the planet like that? That’s not her.”

Chris ran his hands up and down Jenny’s back, but he didn’t nod this time. The thing was that he’d long suspected that Kat was actually very, very good at just dropping off the planet. And he wasn’t the only one: Dallas, Jim and Dean had all mentioned at different times how cagey Kat was about personal details and her past. She changed her hair color constantly. She worked for cash-in-hand. She had a burner phone. The guys hadn’t asked him for details, but Chris knew that Dallas had checked into Kat, and knew way more than he was letting on.

Maybe it’s time for Dallas to share with the group, huh?

But he didn’t say any of this to Jenny. No sense worrying her until he had something solid. And hell, who knew? Maybe after this little disappearing act, Jenny, Emma and Liv could get Kat to come clean about what the hell was going on with her. Chris was certain that the women weren’t going to just let Kat get away with this; he foresaw a serious grilling in her future.

Jenny relaxed against him, and he smiled down at her. Sometimes he just couldn’t believe that he was here, in her bed – no, our bed – touching her, kissing her, making intense and passionate love to her.

Just six months earlier, he’d thought it would have been impossible for any of this to happen. Back then, he’d been deathly afraid that Jenny had been far too damaged by what had happened to her up in that cabin. But the woman was stronger than anyone he’d ever met, bar none, and together, they’d worked through her fear.

She’d had a panic attack last night, though, her first in a few weeks. It had surprised them both, but it also reminded them that she was still healing. The truth was that Jenny would definitely be healing for years. Probably forever. And Chris wanted to be the man she turned to for comfort and love; he wanted nothing more than to be where he was right at this moment.

“Chris?”

“Yeah, hon?”

“Can I talk to you about something?”

Right away, he was on high alert. He recognized that voice: it was the one she used when she wanted or needed to talk about anything to do with s*x.

Maybe she wants to talk about the panic attack last night? What set it off?

He stroked her back more slowly now, a comforting movement that he knew she liked. “Of course you can. What’s up?”

She was fidgeting, which was another sign. Gently, he took her hands in his, kissed her chilly fingers, held them to his lips. She took a deep breath.

“I was thinking – I was wondering…”

“What, baby?”

“I was wondering if you’d – you’d kiss me.”

He stared at her, stroked her long blonde hair off her flushed cheeks. “I kiss you all the time.”

“No. I mean…” She moved his hand down her body, down to her lower lips. He stroked between them, almost groaning. She was still hot and wet from their lovemaking earlier, and his c**k stiffened. “If you’d kiss me down there.”

Jenny’s whole body was responding to Chris’ finger circling her c**t. She’d come just twenty minutes before, but she wanted more. It seemed like she always wanted Chris. She was sure she’d never finish being grateful to him for helping her to retrain her body to accept a man’s touch without fear, or shame, or disgust.

Chris sucked in his breath at the thought of finally kissing her p***y. She was scared of it, he knew, and she’d avoided it. Until now.

“OK,” he said. “Let’s talk about it… what worries you?”

Jenny ran her fingers over his strong collarbone. “Not being able to see your eyes.”

“Yeah. I know that’s important to you. You need to see it’s me.”

“Right. Also… I’m worried about being so… so…” She struggled to find the words.

“Open?” he suggested gently. “Exposed? Vulnerable?”

“Yes.” She sighed. “Yes, exactly.”

“Well, there are a few things we can try, baby.”

“Like what?”

“Maybe you can be on top.”

Jenny c****d her head. “That works?”

“Sure.” Chris lay down flat on his back, pulling Jenny up on his body as he did. “I’d be on my back like this, and you’d be up here.” He spread her generous thighs and tugged until she was open and resting on his chest. “You’d be in control. You could set the pace, move like you wanted. You could look down and see my eyes.”

Her breath caught as she pictured herself spread over Chris’ mouth, riding his tongue, meeting his eyes between her legs as she came. He heard it, and smiled.

“It seems you like this idea…” he teased her gently.

“Yeah.” Her p***y was swelling, opening, getting wetter. “Yeah, I do.”

“So… we’ll try it tonight?”

“Yes.” Her answer was a moan.

“f**k, baby.” Chris pulled her down to him, kissed her again and again, frantic and hot. “I’m going to think about nothing else at work today.”

“Me either,” she whispered.

They stared at each other, loving the love they saw in the other’s eyes. Finally, Chris broke their gaze and looked at the clock.

“I’ve got to get going, Jenny.” He sat up. “Lots of jobs lined up today.”

“Yeah, I know.” She kissed him softly. “I love you.”

“I love you too… and I’m going to love making you come against my mouth tonight.”

Jenny gasped as her p***y pulsed. His gray eyes turned hot and smoky and he wrapped her arms and legs around him.

“I think you want me to make love to you again, baby,” he growled. “Do you?”

“Yes.” She arched at the thought, and her aching s*x brushed his erect c**k. “Yes, please.”

They were both an hour late to work that morning.