Chapter 46 destined for eternity

…Jenna POV…
I have been waiting for this moment for far too long, and the pleasure it is bringing to my very bones is near that of sexual satisfaction. Not truly, but there is nothing so satisfying as the dumbfounded expression on Brendan's face. Her face has gone from a slight pink to completely pale.
But before he can ask me once more what it is that I mean by my words, I watch as a rather intimidating man, who is only but for a few inches away, presses his gun into Brendan s side. His voice hitch, and his entire body stiffen. In total surprise, he looks at me.
"Brendan, you do need to be careful what you wish for. You of all know that you should not tempt fate. Fate has come to take a rather large chunk out of your ass."
"You, you," he stutters, "You will pay for this."
"Now, do you really want to come back for revenge? Please let us save ourselves the miserable chase and grand build-up, for I shall get mine first."
"But, you,"
"But? You think that I am not a woman that is capable of such a thing. You have one wrong impression of me then. And in any event, if I do not, Tyler shall gladly hand what you are so deserving."
As they put handcuffs on Brendan, I watch as Brooke makes her appearance and takes a firm hand around Brendan's arms. But I do not care for these displays of victory. My only victory is a rather handsome man with the deepest of sparkling blue eyes.
I scan the eyes of Brooke; surely, they did not achieve such a feat by themselves. I did see him; he is here, he has to be; my heart cannot take this dreadful trip back home if he is not there sitting next to me in my arms.
Then Brooke, fully aware of the anticipation she is creating on purpose, smiles, and with one tilt of his head to the right, I see Tyler leaning against the wall. It only takes three steps, and my legs are locked around his waist as I leap into his arms.
"Oh, Jenna. I never thought I was going to find you."
"I knew you would. Please tell me that you received my letters?"
"Every one of them, I don't know if luck was leading us, but we were always just a few steps behind."
Just then, a group of men forces themselves past where I am locked in Tyler s arms. The scent of softwood and musk attacks my senses. It knocks my breath away, and beyond my control, I press my head even closer to him. His scent is beyond intoxicating; I want more of him. And as I listen, I hear his soft rapid breaths singing like music in my ear. There are tingles of pleasure running down my spine, oh how I have missed this; I have missed this man.
I softly moan deep in my chest; once again, it has been proven that we are destined to be with each other for eternity.
"Tyler, do I even dare to beg for forgiveness?"
"Jenna, you have not done anything wrong. It is not your fault that he tricked you."
"But I…"
"Please forget about it; all that matters is that you are back with me again."
…Tyler POV…
I run my hands over her waist and resting them at the small of her back, but as I find my hands trail the way, her expose skin melts by only my touch. If I was not captivated before, then I truly am now.
She looks into my eyes, "You have proven you shall go to the ends of the world for me. I can never repay such a deep affection."
I wave my finger up and down her body, "Now why won't I go look for this? I love all the craziness that is you, your silly jokes, your insatiable drive to please me. I love you, the way you care for me."
Then beyond what I can ever imagine, she pulls me closer to her once again. I feel seven sensations of pleasure as her long delicate fingers find their way underneath the buttons of my black designer shirt. She runs her nails over every inch of my rippled abs. That frustration has now hit an all-time high, and high is what I want to find myself in every corner of her body.
Then she softly whispers in my ear, "Even if you were a frog, I would love you."
I cannot help but chuckle at her; I lean closer until my breath is lingering on the tips of her ear, "What do you say? Come swim in my pond then."
"I am already drowning; guess it is your turn to save me."
I get the biggest smirk on my face.
Then as she realizes that her body is still tightly pressed against mine, she slowly steps away. I immediately feel the void that she leaves behind. I step one step closer to her and slowly drive that gorgeous body back into the wall. I pin her gently between my arms, not being able to keep the words at bay; I say what I have desired to say to her that very moment that she leaped into my arms.
"You smell sweeter than honey; I bet you taste far better."
I run the edges of my lips softly against her cheek. I hear her breath hitch, and then she softly whimpers my name.
"Tyler."
I run my warm breath slowly over her soft cheek to her deep red velvety lips. They are but only an inch away from touching hers. Then with only one wink, they touch. I cannot help but close my eyes as my senses are filled with the sweet taste of cotton candy.
I can feel her heart rate as it picks up a pace; I have her right where I want her to be. With the utmost confidence that I have her hooked, I step one step away from her body. But she pulls me back in.
"Tyler."
I gently nudge her chin between my fingers. And if all at once, she stops breathing and the crowd disappears, it is her and me alone.
Slowly with each breath, with each inch of a second, I pull her deep cherry lips closer to mine. She splays her hand against my chest, intending to push me away, but she lets it rest against my pounding heart. As she studies my eyes, I reflect back into hers; there are so many emotions swirling around in them.
Then, I claim her lips in a gentle touch, nothing but my lips resting on hers. Just before I pull away, I nibble at her bottom lip. I feel as her body trembles. I have achieved what I have intended.
But Brooke that has been watching the rather strange exchange in our reunion, clears his throat rather loudly, "You two do know that we are still in public?"
Just then, she steps back and leaves my body cold. I reach out to pull her close; I want to feel the raging fire between us.
"This is not over."
"Oh, I am counting on that. Now let us take him to his fate."
As they take Brenda past us, he only but looks at me with a smile, "You can keep her; she is a handful."
"I hope they throw the damn key away where you are going. You can be glad I am not beating the shit out of you for hurting her."
I pull Jenna back into my arms; for what seems like an eternity, we just stare into each other s eyes.
She looks down at my slightly parted lips, and I know what is about to happen. We both lean into each other in slow motion, never breaking eye contact once. My heart skips a beat, and my knees get wobbly, even though I am not standing on my feet. I curl my hand around her neck and tangle the other in her long wavy hair.
Our lips brush softly against each other. Her lips are soft and delicately. They dance against me like butterfly wings. I pull away, hesitating for a moment. She felt new yet oddly familiar. Her lips seemed molded to the shape of mine. My hands curled around her so perfectly as if they were made just for her. She tastes like passion, like pure, unrestrained passion, and I want more.
Then we begin to close the gap even more than before. What begins as a small peck becomes more passionate. The rest of the world spins so fast that it becomes non-existent. I lean even further into her, and my body melts into hers. It is as if I can feel a fire blazing within me, out of control. We are completely and utterly in sync at this very moment.
Everything about her is perfect. The sheer softness of her hair as I run my hands through it. The taste of sweet cotton candy that lingers on her lips. Her breath that warms my cheek. The way she plays with the hair at the back of my head that tickles my neck.
She presses her lips against mine even harder. Lightning passes through me. I feel lost in a different universe, and she is slowly taking me away. Her cold hand creeps from my neck down my spine and pulls me closer. Her touch makes my body shiver. Her delicate, innocent kiss makes my heart flutter. Then it races. My body surrenders. I let her kiss me for as long as she wants. Every time I let go, I go back and kiss her again softly.
After what seems like being away for hours, we part and put our foreheads together.
As I take her hand to walk after Brooke and the Marshall, my body trembles, and I fall with a loud thud to the ground.