21. Jensen

When Jensen heard the shower running, he followed.

He'd been intending to let her sleep after their love-making. If he gave in to his instincts, he'd have kept her up all night, slowly wringing every last ounce of pleasure from her body.

Instead, though, he let her sleep; she'd had so little of it lately.

It hadn't been a chore—finally having her sleeping in his arms, their bodies intertwined.

Jensen hadn't expected her to get up anyway, not least whilst he was asleep. And if she was up anyway…

Silently, he crept into the bathroom. A wall of steam greeted him, but through it all he could see Talia's naked body clearly outlined against the black slate tiled across the walls. She faced away from him, rinsing her hair until it cascaded down her back in a sleek red ribbon.

It wasn't the first time he'd been in Talia's bathroom, but it was the first time he realised the unusual advantages it offered.

It was a wet room, meaning there was no shower cubicle getting in the way of his approach.

Instead, there was nothing between them but steam.

His cock hardened at the sight of the water streaming over her body, carving out little rivulets in her skin. Jensen reached out, slipping his hand around her waist and pulling her back against him.

Talia surprised him, letting out a pleasant hum instead of the surprised jump he'd been expecting. He nuzzled the side of her neck, smiling against her skin when she reached her arm upwards to cup the back of his head.

"Did you think you were being sneaky?" she asked, sighing as his hands explored.

"Maybe." He wrapped his hand around her throat, holding her steady as he nipped at the sensitive spot on her neck. "Maybe I needed you too badly to wait."

"You've only just had me."

Jensen bit her once more—this time hard enough to leave a mark. "And I need to have you again. But first…" He eyed the long, low bench beside the shower.

His eyes darkening, he yanked one of the thick, fluffy towels off the hooks next to the shower and led Talia over to the bench.

"What are you—oop!"

Jensen lay her on the bench, manhandling her into place. "Get on your back, baby girl. I've waited far too fuckin' long to taste you."

She obeyed, parting her legs.

Growling, Jensen kissed his way from her neck to her breasts, purposefully avoiding her peaked nipples.

Talia shifted, tempting him into more. "Please."

He teased one with a flick of his tongue. "You liked me sucking your nipples before, didn't you? Tasting you?"

She nodded, her cheeks flushed.

Jensen had liked it too. He would have never set out to drink her breast milk, but doing it until she climaxed?

Fuck. He had to do it again.

He took one of her nipples in his mouth, groaning with satisfaction. That sweet, addictive taste was on his tongue, and Jensen lapped up every drop.

She gasped from above him, fisting his hair. "Oh, more."

Instead, Jensen shook his head, pulling away. "Play with your nipples for me."

As much as he wanted to stay… he had another destination in mind.

Kneeling, he landed on a plush mat and began to dot her legs with kisses, slowly working his way to her inner thighs. Talia writhed, luring him to the nectar between her thighs.

"Have you ever had anyone lick your cunt before?" he asked between kisses.

She shook her head, gasping with need. "You know I was a virgin."

He wanted to argue back with technicalities, but he had other uses in mind for his tongue. Pushing her legs wider apart, Jensen dragged his nose between her wet pussy, inhaling deeply. The scent of her arousal tapped into some primal part of his brain that had him wanting to claim her as his all over again.

She'd already had his son. Why did the thought of Talia's body swelling with pregnancy make him even harder? God, he wished he'd been there.

Finally giving her what she wanted, Jensen lay the flat of his tongue against her wet, needy flesh, cleaving it in one long, savouring lick. He lingered at her clit, circling the hood with his tongue.

"Jay," she whimpered, clapping a hand over her mouth.

His smug grin half-hidden in her cunt, Jensen lapped at her entrance, groaning as he swallowed her taste. How had he not done this in New York? If he had, there would have been no keeping him away afterwards.

"Fuck, you taste so good," he murmured, laving open-mouthed kisses against her clit, before closing his lips around it and sucking.

Talia released a strangled noise, her hips coming off the bench.

With another grin, Jensen wrapped an arm around her hips to keep her in place and did it again, rhythmically sucking until her muffled cries were echoing across the bathroom and her thighs were crushing his skull. Even then, he didn't let up, slipping his free hand upwards and slowly inserting a finger inside her.

Her hand still over her mouth, Talia's words were stifled, but her body did the talking for her. Hips rolling into his touch, Jensen inserted a second, curling them inside her until he found the spot that would make her see stars.

It didn't take long then. Within a few seconds, he had her on the edge of her release. Her free hand was buried in his hair, tugging like her life depended on it. He couldn't have cared less, playing her body like it had been made for him.

"Oh, oh, oh!"

Jensen moaned into her skin as she came, clenching his fingers tighter than a fist. Her legs shook around him, and he glanced up to see her brow contorted with pleasure, her eyes rolling back in her head.

Even when her muscles slackened, he couldn't pull himself away from her cunt, lapping up the taste of her orgasm as it dripped from her—until she softly touched his cheek. Jensen followed, crawling up her body. "You're magnificent."

Talia smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck. "So are you."

Resting his forehead against hers, he couldn't help but ask, "Can you take me again?"

"Always."

Jensen pulled her to her feet, standing her in front of the marble vanity. "Look in the mirror," he told her, sliding his hand round her neck whilst nipping at the curve of her shoulder with his teeth. "I want you to tilt your hips back… and watch."

True to form, she obeyed, gasping when he aligned his cock with her entrance.

"You ready?"

Talia made a desperate little noise, pushing backwards against him as though she couldn't wait for his cock.

He gave it to her.

Jensen thrust home, sheathing himself in her warm, wet pussy. He snarled with pleasure, just as he felt a moan make its way out of her throat. Her body shook as he plunged inside of her again and again. Each stroke was better than the last. Maybe she had been made for him, because no other woman could compare to Talia. Her cunt swallowed him eagerly, taking everything he had to give.

With his cock driving into her at one end, Jensen steadied her at the other with his hand around her throat.

He held her eyes in the mirror, eagerly watching her every reaction. Her mouth hung open with pleasure, letting out gasps and moans with every thrust.

Rutting behind her, Jensen looked like a savage beast. His jaw was clenched tight, his sapphire eyes bright with arousal, his broad shoulders engulfing hers. His hand positively dwarfed her throat, the veins and muscles on his tanned arm standing out in sharp contrast to her pale skin.

It was perfect. She was perfect.

Before long, he could feel Talia's pussy clench around him again. It came in little spasms at first, and Jensen rolled his hips to elicit more. The need to make her come again was a fire in his veins, watching her every reaction to measure his own success.

He knew the instant he pushed her over the edge once more. Her cunt wrung his cock like a vice, and if that didn't pull his own release from him then her reaction would have. Talia's eyes didn't close—instead, she held his gaze hostage throughout, eyelids fluttering, giving him every second of her climax.

Balls drawn up tight, Jensen exploded into her, crushing her beneath his grip as his hips slammed against hers. He gave her everything he had, her sensational cunt squeezing every last drop of his release from him.

Breathing heavily, Jensen buried his face in her shoulder. She'd ruined him for all other women, and thank fuck she had. "You're perfect," he murmured, finally letting his eyes close. "Every part of you is perfect."

Every time Talia looked in his direction, she blushed. And Jensen loved it.

That pink ridge on her cheeks was sure to become his new favourite colour. He started to wonder what else would send her into a blushing fit. He also wondered what her reaction would be when his gift eventually arrived; fingers crossed it wasn't just to throw it at his head.

The morning passed in a sea of domestic bliss; Jensen cooking breakfast whilst Talia fed Felix, Felix throwing baby food all over him, putting Felix down for a nap…

And being able to pull Talia into his arms whenever he wanted.

"You're very affectionate today," she murmured, as he slid his hands around her waist from behind and nuzzled into her neck.

"Do you not want me to be?" He could hear his phone buzzing from somewhere in her bedroom, but he ignored it. Jensen had no interest in his business pursuits today; he was in the mood for something more appetising.

There was no going back now they'd crossed that line, so why not free his desires?

Talia turned, abandoning the sweet potatoes she'd been peeling and hooking her hands around his neck. There was that pink blush he loved. "I didn't say that. It's just quite a change. You barely touched me a few days ago, and now…"

"And now I've touched you all over," he smirked, doing his best to ignore the guilty tinge that suffused his chest. The age gap between them was so vast he could fit another one of Talia's lifespans in it. Jensen didn't think he'd ever become totally comfortable with it.

His old arguments came to the fore then. They were in different life stages. He was an older man taking advantage of her. A convicted murderer who still hadn't told her he was a convicted fucking murderer. How could he not see how wrong that was?

But he'd never targeted Talia because of her age or her innocence. He didn't want to manipulate or control her; he wanted to love her, to protect her, to give her the life she deserved.

His heart missed a beat.

Love.

Had that word really just sailed through his thoughts so easily?

"So you have," she gave him a shy glance, ignorant of the detour his mind had taken. "It's still strange having a shirtless man wandering around my flat."

Sometimes it was easy to forget how young she was, or how inexperienced. She'd never encountered this before. The easy intimacy that existed between lovers. The secret glances. The knowing looks.

Accepting that someone else held your heart in their hands, and trusting them not to break it.

"We missed out on this stage last time, didn't we?" Jensen moved his hand to sprawl it across her stomach; he'd said it before, but he would say it again. "I'm sorry I wasn't here. I'm sorry I missed the pregnancy." A sad smile came to his face. "Watching your stomach grow with our son."

Talia nodded, swallowing. "Me too."

Anger flared within him at the thought of Quinn getting to see it, but not him. He yearned to go back in time, to fix what had happened. "You have no idea how much I wish things had been different."

Talia cupped his cheek. "You'll be here for everything else. Felix's first birthday is only a couple of months away now."

He was definitely going to be there for that. "Are you throwing him a part—?"

A knock on the door cut him off.

Talia pulled away. "It's probably Mia. Give me a sec."

Jensen took a second to remember Mia; she was Talia's tenant. And friend, judging by the few times she'd mentioned her. Turning, he picked up the potato peeler to carry on preparing the food for one of Felix's batch-cooked meals.

Behind him, the door opened.

"Dad," Talia's shocked voice came. "What are you doing here? You're supposed to be on your honeymoon."

Jensen whipped around, suddenly acutely aware that he was still shirtless after the food fiasco.

A tanned Euan stalked towards him, his furious gaze burning through the air. "What part of stay away from my family didn't you fucking understand?"