Chapter 26

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

KATE

P eeling off his black sweatshirt from behind his back, Jensen stands next to my bed in only black low-riding jeans, the gray waistband of his boxer briefs peeking just above.

My body trembles as I take him in. He walks around to the other side of the bed, pulling back the duvet.

Unzipping his pants, he steps out of them, our eyes locked the entire time.

This feels like so much more than just sex. This isn't friends who are fucking.

He pushes his boxers down to the ground and slowly kneels on the bed in front of me, pumping his hard cock.

I lean across to switch off the lamp and plunge us into darkness.

"No," he rasps. "I want to see every way your body responds to mine."

"I'm nervous," I admit.

His dark eyes soften. "Me too, Princess." He flips his free hand towards him. "Come here."

Rising from underneath the sheets, I'm completely naked.

His eyes drop to my stomach. "You're starting to show."

Within a second, I'm wrapped in his arms as he lays me down on my back and hovers over me, bracketing me in with his forearms.

"My clothes feel tighter."

Moving between my legs, he tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. "Watching your body change and grow my babies does things to me I'm struggling to control. You make me wild."

Trembles continue to shudder through me. "You're going to make me fall in love with you, aren't you?"

He smiles against my mouth, kissing me once. "I'm going to really fucking try. I am pretty irresistible after all."

"Cocky bastard."

"I don't care how long it takes you to get there. I'm going to dismantle your walls brick by brick until there's nothing left to stop me from making you mine."

"Give me your cock," I say, holding out my hand.

Trailing up my body, I stop him when his dick aligns with my nipple. "Rub the tip on my piercing."

Raising a brow, he looks unsure, but I can see the way the tip glistens with pre-cum in anticipation.

"It's time for me to give you a first."

"Is that so, Princess?"

"You've been with a pierced woman before?"

Instantly, I regret my question. I know Jensen has been with a lot of women, probably multiple at a time. Of course, he's experienced this before.

"No," he replies, surprising me again.

Gently, I rub the tip of his cock over the bar piercing through my left nipple, and he gasps with pleasure. "Jesus, that's so fucking good. The cold metal against my dick."

It feels great for me, too. So amazing and worth every bit of pain getting them done.

Just as I think he's about to blow from the sensation alone, he slowly moves down my body, this time taking my nipples into his mouth in turn, teasing the piercings with his tongue. My hips shoot off the bed. "Oh, fuck yes."

Continuing his descent, he stops at my navel and then looks up at me, a proud smile on his face that warms me through. "I think it's one of each."

"A boy and a girl?"

"Yeah." Smoothing a palm over my stomach, he presses his lips to my soft skin twice, sending tingles of need throughout me. "They're gonna be beautiful, just like their mama."

Jensen continues down to my pelvic bone, placing another kiss just above the small strip of hair I leave.

He lifts his eyes to me once more as he brings two fingers to his mouth and sucks on them. "Speaking of beautiful."

His damp fingers slowly enter me as he works his body slightly lower until his mouth is hovering over my pussy. "Tell me how much you want my mouth on you."

"I want it," I whisper, needy and desperate.

"Not good enough. Give me more."

"I really want it," I say louder, plowing my hand through his tousled dark hair.

"Say ‘you're the best I've ever had, JJ.'"

I cock my head to the side. "Seriously?"

He smirks, loving how he pushes all my buttons. Then he bites down on his lip and curls his fingers, pumping me a couple of times.

I whimper with need.

"Say it."

"You're the best I've ever had, JJ."

"Good girl."

His mouth is over my pussy as his hand works me into a frenzy. I can hear how wet I am and how much my body responds to him.

As I start to orgasm, my release threatens to soak my sheets, but Jensen swipes it up, taking every drop I have onto his tongue and swallowing me down with a satisfied smirk.

"You want me to take it slow with you tonight, Princess?"

I nod slowly, unable to form words, as he crawls back up my body until we're face to face.

Reaching down between us, he guides himself inside me while he strokes his fingers through the hair on top of my head.

My jaw hangs open at the way he stretches me out. There's no urgency to the motion of his hips, it's slow, languid, and incredibly sexy.

He squeezes his eyes shut. "This is a risk for me, too. Doing this, taking it slow. Allowing my heart to believe it has a chance to be loved by you."

There's no need for me to say anything because I know he's right. Going slow, drinking each other in, being vulnerable together. I might've avoided it my whole life, but something tells me Jensen has, too.

Sitting back up, he pulls me until I'm straddling him, and we're in the lotus position. He looks down, smiles at my stomach, and then returns his brown gaze to mine. "I'm so deep inside you right now, baby."

"So deep, JJ."

"You gonna let me come inside that sweet princess pussy of yours?"

"Yes."

"Tell me you want me to come inside you. Tell me you want my cum."

Chest to chest, I'm not sure whose heartbeat I can feel as we move together slowly, my legs spread so wide for him, opening myself up as far as I can go. "I want you to come inside me."

"I could take your body all day long."

He kisses the underside of my jaw. "Just stop sleeping on your feelings for me. Let me in."

I really want to try. The more Jensen Jones shows of himself, the more of myself I want to offer in return. "I'll try, but you have to give me time."

"Anything you need, it's yours," he rasps.

When he hits a spot so deep inside me, I come. Hard. So hard my nails dig into his back. "Ohmygod, I'm sorry. That was just?—"

"Mark me. You've already taken over my mind, so go ahead and imprint my body too."

Jensen thrusts up into me once more, and I grip his shoulders, letting my nails sink into his toned muscles.

"Fuck, that feels so fucking good, baby. So fucking amazing."

"So amazing," I repeat.

"I'm so close, Princess. So close to giving your pussy what it needs."

He thrusts up into me over and over as we both come together, moaning into each other's mouths and then slowly coming down from the incredible high.

"Lie down for me. I need to clean you up."

Lying back on the pillows, Jensen brings his hand to my apex and pushes any leaking cum back inside me. Leaning down from where he's on his knees between my legs, he lifts me by the hips and swipes his tongue over me, lapping up my release.

Licking the last drops from his lips, a sexy smile pulls at them. "Some men use washcloths; I use my tongue."

So fucking hot.

He lies on top of the covers next to me and pulls me into his chest. Tipping my chin up with his forefinger, we share a kiss that ricochets through me, making me dizzy.

Fucking Jensen Jones is one thing, having him slowly is another, but when he makes out with me like this? I'm powerless to hold back. I'm needy for him in every way I promised myself I would never be when it came to men.

Pulling back from our kiss, the back of his hand lightly strokes my face while his breath tickles my cheeks.

He looks like he wants to say something and takes a deep breath, steadying himself. "When I was in my early twenties, I was engaged to a girl named Lauren. We'd been childhood sweethearts for as long as I could remember. Her family was friends with mine. You get the picture." Keeping his left arm wrapped around me, he rolls onto his back, his stomach muscles rippling.

I rest my head against his chest, my heart breaking for him. I knew there was something in his past. "You didn't get married?"

Shaking his head, he blows out a humorless laugh. "No. She did, though, about six months later, to my former best friend."

"Oh shit."

"Yeah, shit. They'd been involved for a while."

"When did you find out?"

He turns his head to look at me, and I'm not sure what I see in his eyes: hurt, fear, anger. None of those emotions fit as well as vulnerable. "At the altar."

My heart rises into my throat. "She…she didn't show up?"

"Humiliating, right?"

"I'm really sorry."

"The thing is, I knew deep down that something wasn't right. But I didn't trust my gut. I played along with what I thought I should do. Follow the crowd, get married, have children, settle down."

I nod but don't speak, bringing my palm to his cheek.

"When Lauren left me, I made a conscious decision that I was done with relationships. I decided messing around with women was the best way to go. Don't go in too deep, then you don't have far to swim to the shore. It was also a great way to bury my feelings of rejection and mask the fact that I wasn't enough for her. For years, my theory worked great." He laughs softly and runs a hand through his hair.

"Until me?" I ask cautiously.

Smiling, he hauls me up so I'm straddling his hips. I look down to see his cock stir into life.

"Until you. You and your smart-ass mouth and brattiness came and blew me straight out of the water. Then you decide to go and date someone else, bring him to events like galas and wave him in my face. No matter what you did and how I fought them back, my feelings for you continued to grow. That night in Riley's set the wheels of this train in motion."

I think back to the annual charity gala for Zach's foundation last summer. I took Tom with me. Guilt washes over me. Yes, I wanted Tom there, and no, I wasn't using him; I was genuinely dating a man I liked. But I also knew it could and maybe even hoped it would bother Jensen—such a shitty thing to do.

I lean down and kiss his chest. "For what it's worth, Lauren is an idiot."

Jensen sits up on his elbows and raises a brow. "Do I feel a compliment coming on?"

Pointing at him, I laugh. "Don't get ahead of yourself, buddy."

Reaching one arm out, he smooths his slightly calloused palm down my arm. "I think it's a bit late for that," he says.

"Thank you for telling me that, sharing what happened, and trusting me." So much makes sense now that I know why he avoided commitment for so long and perhaps why he'd come off as cold and uncaring so often. This is my lesson in judging without truly knowing what's going on behind closed doors.

"Come here." He takes my chin and pushes up on his arm, brushing his lips over mine. "I want you again."

My core pulses at the thought. "Don't you have preseason starting tomorrow?"

"Gym work, and I couldn't care less about fucking hockey right now. I want you to ride me all night."