บททั้งหมดของ Enemy Mine (Unseen Enemy 3): บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

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 wha

“Kissing?” Kat squealed. “Oh, my God! I want to hear all about this!”Jenny blushed. “Well, what’s to hear? He… ummmm… he’s a great kisser?”“Good start,” Kat said. “So – when do you get his shirt off? I want to hear all about his body. I bet it’s amazing.”“Hush up over there,” Liv said. “Don’t objectify the hot boy.”“No, it is amazing,” Jenny said, taking them all by surprise. “I’ve seen it.”“Huh?” Emma said.Jenny explained about the morning she’d gone over to Chris’ apartment to ask for his help, and the other women blinked. They’d never heard this part of the story before.“So – when do you get his shirt off?” Liv said.“Now who’s objectifying the hot boy?” Kat asked.“Bah,” Liv scoffed.“I don’t know.” Jenny took a sip of wine. “Not for a little while… I think I’d better settle into what we’ve already got going on.”“Yeah, and it sounds like what you’ve got is pretty awesome,” Kat said. “Lots of hot kissing on the sofa.”“And sleeping together,” Emma said gently.Jenny started

He closed his eyes again and clutched the pillow harder as her soft mouth moved to his collarbone. Slowly, she ran her tongue over it, tasting his skin. Jenny kissed her way over his pecs, flicked his nipples with her tongue, raked her nails across his shoulders. She worked her way down his body, moving closer and closer to his cock, and Chris thought he was actually going to die from the sweetness of it.Jenny couldn’t believe how amazing it felt to be in control of this man’s body. He was trembling under her, obviously as turned on as hell – and he wasn’t making one move to so much as touch her. He wasn’t going to force her to do anything, she knew. He would let her explore and play for as long as she wanted, and he wasn’t going to expect her to do anything except what she was comfortable with. There’s power in this. There’s… fun. My God, I’d actually forgotten that sex can be fun.Even with his eyes closed and without Jenny saying a word, Chris sensed a change in her. He looked at

One week later“So, you jumped from kissing to helping Chris achieve orgasm in just one day?” Lori tucked her long hair behind her ears. “And you feel OK with that?”“Yes.” Jenny stared across at the empty playground. It was a gray and rainy March day, and she supposed all the kids were tucked up warm at home, hopefully eating cookies. “I can’t believe it, actually. I got into bed seven nights ago fully intending to just kiss him a bit, then go to sleep. The fact that I asked him to take off his shirt, and then that I wanted to touch him was… a surprise.”Lori nodded. “And how have things been since?”“Great.” Jenny turned to her. “Well, almost great. I had a panic attack last night.”“That was your first one in how long?”“Ummm… maybe ten days.”“OK. What set it off, do you think?”Jenny exhaled. “I don’t know. I wasn’t even touching him… down there… or anything. We were in bed, with our pyjamas on, kissing. And suddenly, I just – I panicked.”“Did he move on top of you? Touch your b

One month later“Hey, Jenny?”“Yeah?”“Did you really learn how to cook at your Dad’s Polish restaurant?”She raised her head off Chris’ bare chest, surprised. “How did you know that?”His amazing eyes gleamed down at her in the semi-darkness of her bedroom. “I read some magazine articles about you.”“Oh, right.” She smiled. “Yeah, I did talk about that in a few interviews.”Chris stroked her long hair. “So tell me about it… how you went from working in a family place to becoming the owner of one of the hottest restaurants in the country.”She laughed. “Is it? One of the hottest?”“According to the foodies? Yeah.”“Well, I don’t know about that. But it is a long way from Polish fare, huh?”“So… how’d it all happen?”“Well, my Dad’s not Polish, as I’m sure you know. My Mom is. They met when he was at a culinary school in Chicago. Dad was doing well, but he was really struggling with finding his own unique style of cooking.” She looked at Chris. “Cooking is like anything else artistic o