Chapter Thirteen

JENSEN

Before she can change her mind, I scoop her into my arms. She emits a surprised squeal as I carry her through the building’s entrance.

“What are you doing?” she demands to know, but her arms loop sensually around my neck as I carry her toward the elevators. I hit the button, and then drop my head to hers to snag her lips in a demanding kiss. I don’t want her to have the chance to get lost in her own thoughts. When she overthinks, I lose any foothold I’ve made with her.

When we get to my floor, I carry her down the hall, kissing her the whole way. She goes soft in my arms, surrendering to me just like I want her to. Every part of her is more than I can take. My desire to claim her and do sinful things to her body is growing by the second. Refusing to let up, I keep her in my arms and unlock my front door, before making my way deeper into the apartment toward my bedroom.

As we make our way into the dimly lit room, I shut the door behind us and set her on her feet. Grabbing her waist without a word, I claim her lips in another passionate kiss. A moan escapes from her when I slip my tongue into her mouth, sweeping it against her, staking my claim.

Her arms wind around my neck, pulling me closer as she responds enthusiastically to my kiss. Her body, soft and warm against mine, presses into me tightly, but it’s not enough. I need to feel every inch of her against my skin. I need to feel her wrapped around me, squeezing me until I lose my mind.

Taking her lower lip between my teeth, I suck it gently, eliciting a soft sigh from her. Her fingers quickly delve into my hair, tugging at the strands in a way that sets my body on fire.

"Bed," she murmurs against my lips, her voice husky with desire.

I waste no time in hoisting her up over my shoulder, soft laughter leaving her lips as I carry her to the bed and toss her down upon it. Her body bounces slightly as she stares up at me under thick dark lashes and a seductive smile. My eyes trail down her form appreciatively as I lean over her, positioning myself between her legs. This is it. The moment I've been dreaming of for so long.

I unbutton her jeans and slowly release the zipper before tugging them down her thighs to reveal a pair of white lace panties that causes my breath to hitch in my chest as a new wave of desire washes over me.

Every time I think she can’t surprise me, she does… again. My cock throbbing with anticipation at what her tight pussy will feel like wrapped around it.

"You're beautiful," I mutter breathlessly against her lips before diving back in for another taste of her sweet mouth.

Her hands move to the buttons on my shirt, unfastening them one by one with determined precision. Once she's done, my shirt hangs open and she pushes it off my shoulders eagerly. "No more clothes," she whispers, and I can't help but agree wholeheartedly.

Within moments, the two of us are completely naked. My eyes are able to finally take in her beautiful curves, from the swell of her breasts, to the dip between her thighs that leads to the prize I so desperately seek.

She doesn’t hesitate in wrapping her arms around my back, pulling me closer. Her fingers trail featherlight across my bare skin, making goosebumps erupt along my flesh. The sensation is intoxicating, driving me further into this sweet abyss of desire.

Naked beneath me, she's a vision. Those stunning blue eyes are dark with lust. Her lips are swollen from our kisses. Her chest rises and falls as the beat of her pulse picks up pace.

I bring my hand up to trace a line from her collarbone down to the valley between her breasts and further still until I reach her navel. Her skin is warm and soft under my touch, causing a surge of intense want to rush through me.

I want to taste every inch of her.

My lips descend upon the erect bud of her nipple. My tongue and teeth torture her, causing her back to arch against me as her eyes close and lips part letting a gasp of pleasure escape her. I’m only just getting started, and the thought of this turning her on only further fuels the sexual desire within me.

Her hand slips between my legs and her fingers wrap around my thick erection. A deep growl of pleasure rumbles from my chest as her hand slides up and down my shaft. Fuck me, this woman. All coherent thought leaves my mind as I release her nipple and capture her lips in a demanding kiss once more.

“You’re so wet,” I growl against her lips. My fingers sliding between her thighs to feel the sleek wetness of her arousal. “Is this all for me?”

“Yes,” she whimpers as I begin stroking her with a firm touch.

“No one else makes you this wet, do they?”

She shakes her head, her hair fanning out around her on the pillows.

“Say it,” I order. “Say no one else makes you this wet but me.”

“No one else makes me this wet but you, Jensen,” she gasps.

“Good girl.” I reward her by pressing my thumb to her clit, rubbing tight little circles over it. Her body seizes and she cries out, already on the verge of orgasm. Internal amusement fills me, because she has no idea just how many times I’m going to make her cum. I move my fingers faster, wanting to see her lose total control. It doesn’t take long before she throws her head back and screams, legs shaking as her fingers dig into the bedsheets.

“We’re not done yet,” I tell her in a gravelly tone as I shift on the bed, shoving my shoulders beneath her thighs as I spread her legs wider. Tasting her has been the only thing on my mind lately, and as she looks down at me with a wide, and almost panicked gaze, I can’t help but smirk.

“Jensen? What… what are you…? It’s too sensitive…”

I don’t stop. Instead, I lower my head to her soaking pussy and drag my tongue along her slit, causing her hips to jerk. My hands instinctively wrap around her thighs tighter to hold her in place so she can’t wiggle away. As I start to devour her, I don’t miss the soft cries escaping her. But I can’t stop, she tastes so damn sweet.

“Jensen!” she begs, digging her fingers into my hair. “Oh, my God! Don’t stop!”

I grin. She changed her tune rather quickly.

I can’t help but grind my hard cock against the mattress, desperate for friction. I need to be inside her, but I want her to come one more time before I fuck her.

Slipping my tongue into her opening, I growl against her as she undulates her hips against my face.

"Jensen, I...I can't," she stammers out, her breath hitching in rapid, short gasps.

“Yes you can,” I murmur against her folds, my voice low and thick with desire. “Give me one more, baby. Come for me."

I plunge two fingers into her slick heat while continuing to tease her clit with the flat of my tongue. Her body tightens almost instantly. I can feel the tremors starting deep within her as I push in and out rhythmically, curling my fingers to hit that sweet spot deep inside.

Her moans escalate into a high pitch scream as her orgasm washes over her, stronger than the last. The rush of pleasure causes her legs to tighten around my head as she rides out the waves of pleasure.

I pull back, watching a sated smile play on her lips as she struggles to catch her breath. A sense of satisfaction floods through me at having pleasured her so completely.

Leaning up over her body once more, I stare down into those stunning eyes filled with spent passion and raw desire. My fingers grasp the condom I’d left on my nightstand, just for emergency purposes. Never have I put on a condom as fast as I have at this moment. The eagerness to fuck her pushes through every other emotion running through my body.

Grasping my cock in one hand, I tease her entrance with the tip. Her legs parting wider as an invitation that I gladly accept. Inch by inch, I slowly slide my cock inside her, enjoying every single tight inch that constricts me, forcing me to hold back the orgasm I so desperately want to feel.

Never in my life has a woman made me want to come so quick, at least not until I met her.

“You feel so fucking good,” I whisper against the curve of her neck as I begin to move within her.

My fingers tangle within the strands of her hair as I lean down and capture her mouth in another searing kiss before trailing down to nibble on her neck, a spot I know that drives her wild. It seems to do the trick, because the moment I teasingly nip at her neck, her nails dig into the skin of my back, desperately urging for more.

“Don’t tease me,” she whispers. “Don’t hold back… fuck me how you want to fuck me.”

She doesn’t have to tell me twice as I increase my pace, my hips thrusting against her desperate hunger.

I want to prolong this moment as long as possible. Take time to savor every gasp and moan that slips from between those rosy lips. But it’s hard. Because every second within her—I want to cum.

Her nails rake down my back, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through me. She arches against me with every thrust, our bodies moving in sync. Her moans coming out in desperate pleas against my ear.

"Yes… yes," she whispers repeatedly.

Suddenly she tenses beneath me, her grip on my shoulders tightening as her eyes flutter open to lock with mine, a silent plea for me not to stop.

And I don't.

My strokes become more frenzied, more focused. She yells out my name as her body quivers underneath me, a wave of ecstasy wracking through her small frame. Feeling her climax triggers my own release, the world blurring around me as pleasure consumes me completely.

I collapsing beside her, our bodies entwined, panting heavily. I can’t help but smile. The scent of our mixed sweat fills the air in the room, and my mind swirls in the joyous aftermath of our shared intimacy. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted and more. The fact that I just claimed her like I did only makes me want to fuck her until the sun comes up.

Pulling her closer to me, I hold her against my side as we come down from our high. My heart pounds in a satisfied rhythm against my chest as I pull the sheets over us, holding her tight. As sleep starts to claim me, I bury my nose into her hair and inhale deeply, bathing in the sweet smell of vanilla and sex that lingers in the air.

If this is what it’s like to have her once, I don’t ever want it to stop.

I don’t remember the last time I slept so soundly. As I slowly start to wake up, memories from the night before flood my mind and my lips curl into a smile as I reach my arm out, expecting to find a soft, warm female next to me. When I find nothing but a cold mattress and empty air, my eyes shoot open and I sit up, heart hammering in my chest.

Disappointment settles over me when I fully realize that Grace is gone. I’m instantly seized with panic and a sense of deja vu. Shit, not again! She can’t be doing this to me again.

It’s Miami all over again when she left on the last night of her trip with only a letter as a goodbye. I thought things would be different after last night. Was that naive of me? Maybe. When it comes to Grace, it seems I don’t know how to act normal. I’m usually so confident and cool with women, but with her, I feel like an inexperienced teenager again. I can’t seem to say the right thing or act the right way to make her want to stay with me.

My spiraling thoughts are suddenly interrupted by the buzzing of my phone. Could it be Grace? I quickly grab my phone off the nightstand. When I see that it’s not Grace, my heart sinks.

It’s my dad.

I open his text. Call Me.

Nothing else. No pleasantries. No checking in. Just a command, and one he expects me to obey without question.

Sighing, I throw the blankets off and climb out of bed. Pulling on a pair of sweatpants, I make my way out to the kitchen and start a pot of coffee brewing. I’m going to need it dark and strong if I’m starting the day off with a conversation with my father.

Once I have a cup of coffee ready, I make my way into the living room and sit down in the middle of my couch. Taking a deep breath, I dial my dad’s number.

“Jensen,” he says in a cool voice. No greeting. Just an acknowledgment of my existence. “Thank you for getting back to me so quickly.”

“No problem,” I grumble. “What can I do for you, dad?”

“I’m going to be in Denver tomorrow for a business meeting,” he tells me. “I would like us to have dinner tomorrow night.”

I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose, my brain immediately racing to come up with an excuse not to go to dinner.

“I don’t think I’m free…”

“Jensen,” he says in a short tone that reminds me of when I was a teenager. “This is important and I insist that you meet with me. We have something we need to discuss.”

Most likely he wants to nag me about my career again. It’s always the same. It would be nice if he’d just pretend to be interested in my life and not push his own agenda for me every time we speak.

"Fine," I manage to rasp out. There's no use arguing with him when he's like this. "Where should I meet you?"

"At Enclave Steak House. Seven o'clock. Don't be late."

With that, he ends the call leaving me staring blankly at the phone screen. Enclave Steak House. Of course, it had to be there. It’s one of the poshest restaurants in Denver, where the city's elite go to see and be seen. A place full of suits, deals and politics; my dad's most loved environment.

I lean back into the couch and let out a long sigh. There is no escaping dinner now – not unless I want to face my father's wrath – but that doesn't mean I have to like it.