Hidden Fire: Fire, Book 2: Red Hot Weekend Read Free Page A

But pert, with beautiful nipples. His mouth watered.
    His response was guttural. “I do love you, Jenn. Always have.” Didn’t she know that? Hadn’t he told her, over and over?
    “Prove it. Show me I’m not too late.” She fiddled with her zip and button, opened her jeans, slid them down her legs and kicked them off.
    Fuck, she’s gonna give me a heart attack.
    When she tugged at her tiny white g-string, Garreth had to close his eyes and grit his teeth, forcing down the urge to explode. His nuts tightened into hard balls.
    “Touch me, Garreth. I need to know I haven’t lost you, haven’t pushed you away.”
    She had pushed him away. Every day for months. Every fucking day. Didn’t mean he’d stopped loving her. Christ, could he ever stop loving her? This fragile doll whom he’d only ever wanted to protect. This lethal woman who could bring him to his knees with just a look. This friend whom he’d laughed with, cried with, lusted over, reluctantly walked away from.
    She stepped back into his arms, pressed her naked body against him.
    Planets exploded. Stars collided.
    “Make love to me,” she whispered and nipped his ear. “Please.”
    God, yes.
    Fuck, no.
    The muscles in his back went rigid. He couldn’t do this. Couldn’t give her what she demanded without explaining what he’d done this weekend—and why.
    “Garreth,” her voice was urgent. “I need you.” She rocked against him, driving logic from his head. Driving everything out of his head but the need to take her.
    This was a side to Jenna he’d never seen before. The woman who controlled her every move and considered her every word, had vanished. This Jenna acted purely on instinct, and her open hunger for him fed his greed.
    If she carried on like this, he wouldn’t get a chance to make love to her. He’d come in his freaking pants.
    She dug her nails into his back, pressed her breasts into his chest. “Fuck me, Garreth.”
    He let out a snarling breath. Another planet exploded. Jenna swearing? Christ, she was killing him. He’d always suspected that the façade she presented to the world was just that. A façade. Beneath it all lurked a fiery, passionate woman who’d repressed her true nature for too long.
    A musky scent filled the air, so very different from the pungent smell of eucalyptus that permeated the hotel. Her musky scent—of sex and desire. All hers. Made for him.
    She scrabbled at his waist, forcing his belt open, tearing at his zip. Her mouth claimed his again, kissing him, screwing with his logic.
    Remind her about Sam. Tell her what happened last night. And the night before. Don’t let her do this without knowing the whole truth. She’ll never forgive herself. Or you.
    He would. He definitely would. When this kiss ended.
    He tunneled his fingers in her hair, massaged her head, and she groaned, the sound sending fresh ripples of yearning undulating over his skin.
    Soon. Christ, he had to take her soon.
    Garreth lifted his face. “Jenn?”
    She raised her beautiful blue eyes to his, looked at him with so much heat and longing he shuddered.
    “I love you,” he said. “I have from the instant Jack introduced us, and I will until the day I die. Never, ever doubt my word on that.”
    She blinked. Confusion slid into her gaze. “W-why would I doubt it?”
    “Because I need to tell you something, and you’re not going to like it.” Something? He needed to tell her so many things. Remind her about Sam. Expose the truth about Rachel and Jackson. And himself.
    How the fuck could he remind her about her boyfriend at a time like this? Or tell her he’d slept with her closest friend?
    Her reaction was instantaneous. She withdrew from him, pulling back, breaking any contact. He loosened his hold around her, knowing she’d need the space.
    Fuck. To think he had her naked in his arms and was letting her go. Insane. Desire raged in his blood, a hunger so fierce he suspected a year in bed with her wouldn’t quell it.
    A ripple