He pulls away suddenly, dragging a hand through his hair. “Dammit, babe. I’m never going to get anything done again.”
I laugh softly against his neck as he lifts me off the counter and sets me down. But the second my feet hit the floor, his mouth is on mine again, possessive and carnal.
“I want to quit my job and be with you all fucking day. Every day.”
I wouldn’t hate that.
We stumble backward down the hall, his hands already sliding into my leggings.
I grin against his lips as my fingers dip beneath his waistband. I’m still not sure what I’m doing. Still don’t trust this fully, but I’m trying. Trying to be present. To just let myself feel what I’m feeling and go with it.
God, this feels so good.
I unbutton his pants in a rush, tugging the zipper down. My fingers brush his firm cock and he groans. “Jesus Christ. Do you know how many times I’ve thought about this the past few months?”
We hit the bed and fall back together, his hands roaming greedily over me. “How many times I’ve fucked you in my mind?”
I wrap my hand around him and give a slow, deliberate stroke. “Probably the same amount as me.”
Right now? All I feel is Jensen: his hard cock in my hand, his hungry lips on mine, his possessive hands claiming me.
And in this moment, it makes me feel so many things. Nervous. Excited. Wanted.
More importantly, it reminds me what it’s like when two people are working toward the same goal. What can happen when they both give more than they take. When they show up for each other.
When they trust each other.
And I want to trust him. I want to believe this is what forever could be—because it feels so damn good to be loved by him.
He yanks my leggings and underwear down, and before I can catch my breath, a moan pours from my lips as his finger glides along my wet, sensitive center.
“God, I missed your pussy.”
I squeeze my legs together, desperate for friction, for more. Anddamn, the dirty talk? I’ve missed that. It’s always been such a turn-on, and I know I just soaked his fingers.
He drops to his knees without a word, spreading me open, his breath hot against my slick skin before his tongue makes the first slow, devastating pass. My head tips back, a sharp gasp tearing from my throat?—
Yeah… breakfast can definitely wait.
Chapter Twenty-Six
ALLEY
I takea bite of bacon and chew, giving Jensen a once-over, or maybe a twice-over. Honestly, I’ve lost count of how many times my eyes have wandered over his bare chest while we’ve been eating.
He’s across from me at Matt’s small kitchen table, wearing nothing but a pair of joggers. I’m in one of his T-shirts and the thong I was wearing when I came over.
We’d just had sex. Then took a shower where I gave him a blow job. And still, I couldn’t stop staring while he stood at the stove making bacon. His pants sat low on his hips, and that stupid, perfect V makes my mouth water. And then there’s the faint trail of hair leading down to?—
I swallow the bite, washing it down with a sip from the latte I made on Matt’s Nespresso machine.
Jensen finishes chewing, then says, “So, I have something to ask you. And before I do, you should know, if you don’t say yes, Megan might actually kill me. Just a little FYI.”
“Wow, no pressure or anything.” I pop a berry into my mouth, smiling.
“What are you doing in three weeks? Thursday to Sunday?”
“I’d be working Thursday, but Friday to Sunday? Probably doing you. Why?”
