Before he could step out of the doorway, something barreled into him, crashing into his chest, slamming the breath from his body, winding him.
That something threw her arms around his shoulders, grabbed his neck and held tight. So tight she crushed his chest. Stopped his heart. Prevented his blood from flowing through his brain. He couldn?t breathe, couldn?t think.
But then that?s how he reacted every time Jenna Brooks came near.
Her scent assailed him, permeated his cells. Apple and mint, fresh and?edible. Instinctively, his arms came around her back, holding her closer, clutching her to him.
Christ, so tiny. So fragile. So exquisite.
Silken hair tickled his chin, the wind whipping silvery-blond strands across his face. He clasped his hand around her neck, holding her tresses in place. Her breath came in deep gulps, as though she?d sprinted a mile to get here.
His heart lurched. Was she okay? Usually she sprinted in the other direction, racing as far away from him as she could get. ?Jenn??
?Garreth!? She climbed up his body, hitching first one knee up to his hip and winding her slim leg around his waist, and then the other, locking her feet together behind his back.
Instinctively, he placed an arm beneath her ass, supporting her tiny frame, holding her closer, pressing her pelvis against his groin. She belonged there. She should always be there.
Ah, fuck. Even winded from her attack and worried sick by her sudden appearance, blood emptied into his cock, making him instantly hard. ?Talk to me, sweetheart.?
A soft, seductive whimper escaped her mouth, whispered over his neck and sent tingles down his spine. She shifted, flattening her hips against his, pushing hard against his erection, molding herself to its shape. The groan she emitted was a carnal hum.
It took a second, no more, but Garreth saw stars.
Jesus, this was what he?d always wanted. Jenna, in his arms, snuggled up against him, her pussy cradling his cock.
?Tell me what?s wrong.? He knew though. Knew what had her so distressed. He just hadn?t expected this reaction. Hadn?t expected her to run to him after hearing the news.
Garreth stumbled back into the chalet, kicking the door shut behind him. Her anguish needed no audience.
?He loves her, Garreth. He broke the pact.? The words exploded from her mouth. She looked at him, but her eyes were unfocused, dazed even. ?Wants to be with her. He?s moving to Sydney for her. I let you go. Turned you away. Forced you to back off, and now he wants my best friend.? The words were a jumbled mess, the explanation coming out in torrents.
Garreth considered interrupting, slowing her down, but couldn?t. She spoke too fast, faster than he?d heard her speak before. Was she in shock?
?All this time I held back. Wouldn?t give myself to you. Wouldn?t betray Jackson like that. I let you go. But he?s with Rachel now. The pact?s over.? Astonishment echoed through her words. ?Gone. It?s in the past.? She gasped, stared blindly at him with her beautiful blue eyes. Was she seeing his face or something else? He couldn?t tell. ?I can be with you. We can be together, Garreth. You and me. Together.?
And then her lips were on his, kissing him, her tongue probing entry into his mouth.
He?d seen stars before? Hell, comets were crashing into earth now. Jenna, in his arms, kissing him. Disbelief froze him in place?for all of about three seconds?before he kissed her back, wrestling for control, taking her mouth as he plunged his tongue between her lips.
She tasted like cream and sugar all wrapped up in one succulent treat. Her need?her desire?intoxicated him. He sipped from her mouth, drank from it like a parched man.
She?d come to him. After all this time. He couldn?t kiss her hard enough, couldn?t get enough of her taste, her mouth, her essence. Jenna was in his arms. She?d come willingly. Run to him. Thrown herself at him.
He paused for a maybe a second to breath, to look to the skies and thank God. The sun broke through the clouds, spilling its rays through the massive windows, catching her hair in its glow.
