Alley has little boobs, and I fucking love them. But I didn’t expect to find her braless. My dick immediately approves, pressing harder against my jeans.
She laughs softly in my ear as I press my mouth to her neck, sucking at her skin. My thumb and forefinger pinch at her nipple through her shirt, making it stiffen even more.
Her fingers dig into my shoulders. “Oh my God, Jensen.” Her voice is breathy, hot against my face.
My lips crush back into hers. I’m not thinking anymore. The craving I have for her consumes everything else.
But I can’tnot thinkwhen it comes to Alley. I can’t push her into something she’s not ready for.
And what? Are we really going to fuck right here in the meditation room?
I don’t know where the plan went sideways. I just meant to steal a kiss. Remind her what we had last night—what we’ve always had. But now my cock is aching for her more than ever, and fuck, I’ve never wanted to rip her clothes off and thrust into her more than I do right now.
I bring both hands to her face, cupping her cheeks gently, and pour all that pent-up tension into a kiss.
Then, I force myself to slow down. To breathe. To stay in control.
Be the man she needs.
The man she deserves.
Her hands roam down my body, slipping toward the hem of my shirt.
I break the kiss and wrap my hands around hers, bringing them to my chest. I chuckle softly, low and deep. “I want to say I’m sorry,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her pinkies, “but I’m not.”
She presses her lips together, trying to hide a smile, but her dimple gives her away. Her cheeks flush pink.God, I love when Alley blushes.
It’s cute as hell—and a total turn-on.
“You’ve always had a way of getting me to do things I’d normally never do.”
“You used to trust me.” I tilt her chin up, locking my eyes on hers. “I like to think there’s still a small part of you that does.”
Her gaze searches mine, and I freeze. Not sure why the hell I said that.
She most definitely doesn’t trust me anymore. I wouldn’t be here trying to earn it back if she did. We’d be in New York. She’d still have her job at the hospital. Shit, we might even have a kid.
I force the thoughts away. No point dwelling on what we don’t have when she’s standing right here.
“And for the record?” I add, brushing a kiss against the corner of her mouth, “that’s not even a sliver of what I dream about getting you to do.” I smirk, then soften my voice. “But I can wait. There’s no pressure. I want you to be ready. And more importantly, I want you to trust me.”
She just half-smiles, still catching her breath. That’s all.
NoI’m getting there.
NoI do trust you.
Just a half-smile.
And I guess if that’s all I get…
It’s all I get.
I release her hands and turn for the door, opening it and stepping into the hall.
She follows, then reaches for my hand, gripping it tight.
Shereached formyhand. Maybe I get a little more than a half-smile. Maybe this is her way of telling me she’s trying to trust me again.
