But we woke up.
My fingers dip into the waistband of his joggers, just enough to tease him. He sucks in a sharp breath, mutters afuck, baby,and in that moment I know I’m about to be wrecked in the only way I ever want to be: Jensen proving just how much he loves me.
And for once, I’m not thinking about what could break us. I’m just here. In this room. In his arms.
And itfinallyfeels so right.
Chapter Thirty-Four
ALLEY
I smackthe snooze button for the third time before finally forcing myself upright, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I grab the remote off the nightstand and hit the button for the blackout shades. As they roll up, I stumble to the bathroom like a drunk, still half-asleep. It’s not even that early. It’s eight. Which means Jensen’s probably been up for hours. He doesn’t even sleep in on vacation.
After using the bathroom, I shuffle down the hall into the living room and find him sprawled on the couch, coffee in hand, smirk on his face—reading my Kindle.
A laugh slips out as I head toward him, eyeing the espresso machine and wishing for an IV drip of caffeine. Jensen sits up fast, planting the Kindle on his lap like a teenage boy caught with porn.
“Busted,” I say. “You reading my smutty book?”
He chuckles low. “Maybe.”
I lean over the back of the couch to kiss him. “What part were you reading?”
“I don’t know. But the girl just gave the guy a really great blow job, and now I’m horny.”
I straighten, my gaze dropping to his crotch and the obvious hard-on. “I can see that,” I tease. “I’m making a latte. You want one?”
“Sure, I’ll take another.” He stands, adjusting himself before following me into the kitchen.
I pull the milk from the fridge and start the espresso machine, tamping the grounds and setting the shots. “What time are you guys leaving today?” I ask as I pour the milk into the frother. My brows knit. “I thought you were heading out at seven-thirty.”
He scoffs, sliding onto a stool. “Yeah, that was before Matt, Meg, and Kev got extra drunk last night. I doubt we see any of them before ten.”
I finish his latte and slide it across the counter.
He takes a sip. “What time’s your spa appointment?”
“Ten-thirty. So I sure hope Meg is up before then.”
“What are you having done? The whole works?”
“Yep. Massage, pedicure, facial, some kind of body scrub. It’s four and a half hours, and I’m very excited.” I pause to steam the milk, then pour the foam over my shots.
Sliding onto the stool beside him, I grin. “I’ll miss you, but it’swaaaaybetter than freezing my ass off on the mountain.”
He wraps both hands around his mug, grinning. “Are we ever going to get you to love skiing?”
“Honestly? Probably not. But you know I love it up here anyway.”
His hand drops to my knee, giving it a squeeze. “That’s good. And I love you for powering through.”
I meet his gaze, his expression soft and genuine. “I love you too.”
His fingers drift higher on my thigh as he leans in. His lips brush mine, then curve into a smile. “I want you on your knees later—just like that girl in your book.”
I laugh softly as his mouth comes back for seconds. “Later? Why not now?”
His hand finds mine, guiding it to his lap and pressing firmly against his cock. He’s hard as a rock, and my thumb trails down his length before he breaks the kiss, grinning as he stands.
