A kiss to tell ( jenlisa ) (GIP)

Part 12

"I know Mashiho, and he likes you just fine. More than he likes most people." I focus on Mashiho, not his family. It wouldn't be fair to blame Jennie for her mother's mistakes. That'd be like her judging Mashiho for his father's actions.

"I think he's all right, too," she says softly with her eyes closed, nestling deeper into the sofa.

"I said you could sleep in the bed, Jen," I remind her and watch as her eyes slowly open, giving me more of that soft blue mix of pale hues that look through me.

"I don't want to sleep," she tells me just above a murmur.

A sickness spreads through my chest and down to my gut, settling into a heavy pit there. "You need to sleep."

Even though my words are hard and non-negotiable, she gives me a sad smile. "No shit. I can't stay awake forever, but it feels like I'm trying."

"You don't like the sweets?" I ask her, remembering what she said about it fucking with her and making her remember shit she didn't want to. "It's just supposed to relax you. I think everything that's going on is messing with your head."

"I don't want it to happen again." Sadness slowly seeps into her eyes, but she doesn't elaborate.

"Don't want what exactly?" I ask her, and her expression falls completely as she searches my gaze.

"They're just nightmares," she whispers, and I don't know if it's more to convince herself or me.

"They come and go; you can't stop them by running yourself into the ground like this," I tell her and run my hand over the back of my head. As I do, I feel the weight of my own exhaustion taking over.

"I have Benadryl. I could go get Nyquil?" I give her some options, just hoping she'll take something. The person who gave me the sweets made it sound like it was the best thing to take to relax and sleep easy. That's the only reason I gave it to her. It worked for me and I thought it might help her. "You gotta sleep, Jen."

"I know I do," she tells me and then readjusts her head on the cushion until she's more comfortable, but still looking at me. The look of exhaustion drives a primal need inside me to help her sleep however I can. Even if that means fucking her into my bed. The thought is only a flash in my vision of her legs wrapped around my hips, her heels digging into my ass as I pound into her. A split second of that thought has me rock hard instantly.

I want to kiss her again, but that would just complicate everything. It feels good to have someone needing you like this though. Wanting you and letting you get close.

Word is already going around. As long as I do what I'm supposed to, maybe I can have her...

"Let's go to bed," I suggest, readjusting and trying to ignore the aching need that's pressing against the zipper of my jeans. I've wanted her for so fucking long. With a quick glance at her curves hidden beneath the covers, I start wondering if she'd let me. If she needs me like I need her.

"Lisa, tell me you didn't bring me here just so you could fuck me." Her voice is breathy, but there's a tinge of fear there. She hasn't moved from where she's sitting, but she's still as she waits for my answer.

"Why do I keep finding myself telling you that you should know better?" I expect her to flinch at my tone, or to drop the subject altogether. I don't expect her to press me, which is exactly what she does.

"So, you don't want to sleep with me?" she asks, and I don't hesitate to tell her.

"I want to fuck you more than I want to breathe right now."

Jennie Kim's eyes widen and her breath hitches as my blood heats.

"But it's not why I brought you here, and you know it," I add.