want to hear what I’m doing to
you.”
She bit the fleshy pad of her palm and despite the awful, amazing intimacy of the
situation, when he slid his tongue across her, over her, inside her, she couldn’t help but roll her hips against him, like she was desperate for
more.
And she was . Oh, how she was.
That felt so good …
Barely aware she’d moved her hand, she reached down, tangling her fingers in his dreads
and arching closer.
“That’s it … yeah, come on, baby,” he muttered against her, the words muffled and
raw and thick. He flicked his tongue against her clit and that felt so good, she heard
herself shriek again.
Then she groaned and tensed, because he slid two fingers inside her.
He slid them inside and pressed, right there —
* * *
She climaxed against his mouth. Right like that.
Braced between him and his front door, Jensen Bell climaxed, and it was even hotter
than he’d hoped it would be.
And Dean was determined to watch it happen again.
Again. And again. Next time, though he planned on being inside her.
Savage hunger tore through him, tearing greedy bites out of his sanity and he shot
to his feet, slanting his mouth over hers and kissing her hungrily. She went to reach
for him and he jerked away. “Stay there,” he ordered.
He had to get a rubber.
There was a box in the bathroom. He thought.
There had better be or he was going to die.
Just curl up in a miserable ball, and die.
Fortunately, death wasn’t going to happen today. There, tucked in a drawer in the
back, he found the box, one he’d picked up who knows how long ago—a quick check at
the date on the side assured him they were still good. He tore it open and grabbed
one condom out, tossing the rest of the box onto his bed as he passed by his room.
If he was lucky, they’d make it there on the next go.
If not … well. They’d have to be lucky, because he wanted to see Jensen in his bed.
His heart did one hard bang when he first walked into the living room, because he
didn’t see her—
Then, as he cleared the couch, he breathed again.
She had slid down to the floor, curled up bonelessly, and as he stepped to her, she
popped one eye open to stare at him.
He went to his knees between her thighs and drew her to him.
“I said stay,” he murmured, dipping his head and pressing his mouth to hers.
She blushed as he lifted his head, his tongue coming out to lick her lips.
“I…”
She glanced around, her gaze landing on the condom he held.
He reached for her hands and drew them to his shirt. “Take it off,” he suggested.
She looked up at him and then, still holding his eyes, she stripped the shirt away.
After she tossed it to the floor, she scraped her short, neat nails down his chest,
paused to trace his nipples and he hissed at the sensation. He hooked his fingers
in his shorts and boxers, shoved them down. But when he reached for the condom, Jensen
already had it.
The sound of the foil tearing seemed louder than it should. Blood roared in his ears
as she pulled it out of the packet and he had to curl his hands into fists to keep
from grabbing her when she started to unroll it over him.
His cock jerked and he could all but feel the blood pulsing, boiling in his veins
as she smoothed it down over him, her fingers unsteady. He smoothed his hands up her
thighs as she went back to her elbows, staring at him with turbulent eyes. “One thing,”
he murmured, reaching down and wrapping his hand around his cock, biting back a swear
as he bumped against the slick wet heat between her legs.
Her lashes fluttered down, pink staining her cheeks.
“Jensen.”
Heavy lids lifted, stared at him.
“I’m not settling for just one night.” He pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth,
bracing his weight on one hand just above her shoulder. “Get the feeling that you
don’t let people in, and I get that. But you’re not allowed to take off running
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