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I slid my tongue over hers, sliding and retreating, coaxing her tongue into a dance.
She made this sexy whimpering noise at the back of her throat, and it was all I could do to not slide my hands over her perfect ass and press her flush against me into my erection.
And then the warning bells clanged in my head.This is Alex.But it felt so damn good. Especially when I could feel her nails digging into my back. I pulled away but still held onto her for the benefit of Brian.
Apparently, her ex was not pleased about our new relationship.
His words were seething as he spat out, "Yousworeto me. Yousworeto me there was nothing between you two."
Alex shrugged, giving me that sweet smile again, and I couldn't help myself, I squeezed her into my side. I needed more of her. I wanted to hold her closer.
"What I do with my love life is no longer any of your concern. Now if you'll excuse me, Jensen and I have somewhere to be."
As we walked away, I felt her muscles relax marginally. Brian was such a jerk. He'd always treated her like he should be the primary in the relationship. "You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. He's just a blowhard. Besides, that was totally worth the look on his face."
Her grin was friendly and bright, and I wanted to kiss her again. But that was not going to happen. A simple kiss from her had felt better than anything I'd had with anybody in months, maybe years.
Didn't matter. I was not going there… All I had to do for the week we'd be away was not kiss her again. It couldn't be that hard to do, could it? I hoped not. "Yeah, that was totally worth the look on his face."
Chapter8
ALEX
"Are you okay with this?"
As the wind blew my hair around my face, I tucked the errant strands behind my ears. I’d opted for a straight look today, figuring I didn't want to scare the Morrisons with my wild curls just yet. Come Christmas Day, I'd introduce the full Afro. "Yeah, fine. Just trying to settle in as Jensen Morrison's girlfriend."
Jensen laughed. "You realize you're closer to me than any other girlfriend I've ever had in my life, right?"
I chewed my lip. That was not exactly what I wanted to hear. But whatever. It was too late to back out now. I could do this. Besides, if push came to shove, I could always call Cassie for an SOS. An emergency that required me to come home. "You realize that's not promising to me, right?"
Jensen laughed. “Well, it's the truth. We Morrison men can be hell on women."
“Why do I have a feeling that's more aboutyouthan being a Morrison?"
He grinned. “Because you know me."
That stupid grin got me every time. The butterflies flapped their wings low in my belly, and I knew I’d do anything to see that expression again. Yeah, I needed help.
We pulled up to the ferry terminal, and I couldn't help but be struck by the sheer beauty of it. Granted, we lived in San Diego, so a picturesque sunset over a marina was nothing new, but Catalina certainly was beautiful.
Jensen helped me with our bags, and I had no choice but to follow him outside. I expected to see someone. Family, even Grandma Lucy. From what I'd heard about the old lady, she'd have fought tooth and nail to meet Jensen at the ferry stop. But there was no one there save a single chauffeur, holding up a sign that saidMorrison. Seriously? Not one person in his family could be bothered to drive over and pick us up? Okay, then. I needed to do a quick mental recalculation on his family and what it meant. Norman Rockwell would not have painted this family.
As if Jensen could read my thoughts, which,hello, scary, he said, “Don't bother being surprised that no one came here to meet us. I'm not."
That single line told me everything I needed to know. No one besides his grandmother was looking forward to Jensen coming home. And no one in the family except her was deserving of his love and affection. I would just have to take over the caring duties then.
The car wound around the island, driving along the coast before finally pulling up to the Morrison estate, which sat behind the Morrison Hotel and had a 1930s F. Scott Fitzgerald glamour to it. Jensen opened the door for me, "The palace awaits m’lady."
The front door opened, and I plastered what I hoped was a winning smile on my face.
Out walked a man who could've easily been Jensen's brother. Their frames were similar, and while their eyes were the same shade of brown, Jensen's always looked warm like melting chocolate, but this guy's eyes were flinty, dark, and cold.
"Well, I would say the prodigal son has returned, but no one wanted you home."
I scowled at the guy. I was trying to be on my best behavior and waited for Jensen to say something. Even better, to knock the guy on his ass. But my best friend did nothing but clench his jaw and ignore the comment.
