Chapter Eighteen

GRACE

I recall my conversation with Skyler. How she urged me to keep an open mind and give Jensen a real chance. Maybe…maybe I should listen to her advice.

Maybe I should take a leap of faith. Jensen is the only guy who’s ever made me want to try.

"Okay," I say slowly, taking another deep breath. “Okay. I’ll give you…this, a chance. Whatever this is.”

He looks relieved as he smiles softly. “Good,” he murmurs, as he leans in closer. “Let me start by showing you why you won’t regret this.”

I don’t pull back as his lips meet mine. His kiss is soft and gentle at first. It’s as if he’s trying to ease me into this, even though he’s had his face between my legs before. Still, something does feel different about this kiss.

His lips move against mine with a tenderness that I’ve never experienced before. My heart starts to race as I respond to him; I can feel the walls around it starting to crumble, piece by piece. His hand moves up my arm, past my elbow, and gently touches the side of my neck. His fingers lightly trace the contours of my collarbone, making me shiver under his touch. Then he pulls away, his eyes searching mine for something. When he finds whatever he’s looking for, he gives me a small nod before leaning in again.

This time, his kiss is deeper, more insistent. He holds me tighter as his tongue slips into my mouth. Heat rises in my body as his other hand finds its way to my waist, pulling me closer. The taste of the kiss is intoxicating: it's the bitter aftertaste of whiskey mixed with something uniquely Jensen.

When we pull away again, we’re breathless. He rests his forehead against mine and our noses touch. Though his eyes are closed, there's a smug smile on his face.

“How was that for a start?” he asks, his breath tickling my cheek.

"Pretty good," I tease.

"Only pretty good?" He lifts his head and raises an eyebrow at me with a half-grin.

"Well," I chuckle. "There's room for improvement."

He growls and cups the back of my head, pulling me back in for another, harder kiss. The next moment, he’s pressing me back into the mattress as he ravages my lips and aggressively explores my mouth with his tongue.

"Better?" Jensen murmurs against my lips, his voice husky with desire. His hand begins to wander from the small of my back upward, tracing the curve of my spine, and I shudder involuntarily at his touch.

I manage a breathless "Definitely," before his lips are on mine again, toppling me over the edge of rational thought. His hands are everywhere, all at once – on my waist, in my hair, tracing patterns on my skin – and I gasp as he pulls back just enough to smirk down at me.

He pushes my T-shirt up and over my head, tossing it away, then cups my breasts through my bra and squeezes them, making me gasp.

His eyes smolder as he brings his lips down to my neck, trailing kisses along my collarbone and down the valley of my breasts. My fingers tangle into his hair, pulling him closer, allowing his teeth to nip at my skin lightly in response.

Every time he touches me, I feel a smile cross my lips that only he can create. Slowly, his hands slide up to unclasp my bra. My shirt joins the collage of confinement on the floor as his lips slide down to grasp the erect bud of my nipple within his teeth. The sensation causes a soft gasp to escape my lips. My legs shiver as a jolt of pleasure travels straight between my thighs.

“Jensen...” I gasp, as I look down to watch his lips leave my breast only to kiss upon my stomach.

The way he touches me sets my body on fire, leaving goosebumps across my skin as his lips continue to travel lower. Looking up at me, he reaches for the top of my yoga pants. His fingers brushing across the skin in a way that makes my heart race. I’d changed into these pants after the game, wanting something more comfortable, but I never considered how much easier his access to me would be with them on.

He eases them off carefully, dropping them on top of the discarded pile of clothing, leaving me bare to him, only with a sheer pair of panties to separate him from the most intimate part of me.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he whispers with a ravenous gaze in his eyes. His hands slip into my panties as if they were irrelevant in his quest to devour me.

The moment his finger delves into my slick folds, a shot of pleasure runs through me, forcing a moan to escape my lips. My legs fall open wider. The reaction causes Jensen’s lips to curl with a satisfied smile as his touch sends an electrifying thrill through my body. His eyes never leave mine as he takes me higher and higher.

The combination of his fingers and his roving gaze is too much and I feel myself teetering on the edge of climax. Just as I am about to come undone, he removes his hand, leaving me panting and writhing beneath him.

“Jensen…” I whimper in protest, gripping onto the sheets underneath me.

He chuckles softly at my reaction, “I want you to remember this moment.”

His admission, husky with desire, sends shivers down my spine. As his head dips down between my thighs, the soft touch of his fingers hooking onto the side of my underwear makes my heart race, as the panties are quickly pulled from my body — only to be followed by a flick of his tongue against my folds. Each swirl of his tongue sends waves of pleasure coursing through me.

My back arches off the bed as my fingers entangle within the thick locks of his hair, and he continues his assault on my senses. It's as if every nerve ending in my body is on fire.

“Jensen!” His name leaves my lips in a breathless moan as he continues to apply more pressure that quickly pushes me over the edge of no return.

My body convulses beneath him as an intense wave of ecstasy washes over me. My breaths come out quick and heavy as I’m forced to ride out my mind-blowing orgasm. Even after I have come down from my high, his mouth remains there, drawing out the sensations until I am left panting and relaxed beneath him.

It isn’t until my legs are shaking that a chuckle escapes his throat and he finally removes his mouth. “Such a good girl, aren’t you?”

Moving back up my body, he captures my lips in another breathless kiss. The taste of my orgasm coating my tongue, causing me to quiver.

“You don’t think we’re done yet, do you?” he asks in a rumbling tone.

I shake my head, feeling almost as if my voice has been stolen away by the overwhelming sensations he's just put me through. My response causes his grin to widen further.

"We're only just getting started," he whispers against my lips before his mouth is on mine again, all teeth and tongue and pure, raw hunger that makes my heart hammer in my chest.

His fingers dance up the inside of my thigh, teasingly slow, before disappearing between my legs. His thumb finds my clit. He begins to rub in slow tight circles. I gasp at the renewed contact, and a low laugh escapes his throat.

"Patience," he murmurs, “you’re going to love what I have planned next.”

He pulls back from the kiss and shoves his sweatpants down his legs, releasing his thick erection. The massive size of him causes my eyes to widen as a nervous rush washes through me. Jenson doesn’t waste time grabbing a condom from a nearby bag. He rips open the foil packet with his teeth and then he rolls the latex down over his shaft. Smirking at my awestruck expression, Jensen grabs me around the middle and rolls us over so I'm straddling his waist. His hands find the curve of my hips and he holds me steady while I position myself above him.

I hesitate for the briefest moment. My mind racing over the reality of what I’m doing, and the fact that it’s with him, before finally allowing my aching cunt to slide down over the thick mass of his cock until he completely fills me.

His grip on my hips tightens as I slowly begin to move; there's something primal in his gaze that leaves me weak with desire as he lets me take control of the situation.

Pushing himself up onto one elbow, he pulls me closer against him. His mouth finds mine with a fierce intensity as he thrusts upwards just as hard, matching my rhythm, stroke for stroke. His other hand, splayed out on the small of my back, pulling me deeper onto him with each thrust.

It feels like we're on fire, our bodies slick with sweat under the dim light of the room. Every gasp and moan is swallowed by the other's lips until we're lost in a world that consists only of us.

Suddenly Jensen's movements become more forceful, more desperate, his body slowly tensing beneath me as his hand gets tangled within the strands of my hair. The motion exposes my neck, allowing him to trail hungry kisses down my throat.

"Jensen..." I whimper, as I feel the familiar tension coiling low in my belly. “I can’t hold on much longer.”

He groans in response, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chases after his own release.

"You’re so fucking sexy," he breathes heavily into my ear as he pushes us both to our climax.

I collapse against him, exhausted, our breaths mingling together as we fight to regain our bearings. Finally, he rolls us over, carefully, so that we’re side-by-side.

“That was—” I gasp only for him to press his finger against my lips stopping me in my tracks.

"You're incredible.”

Even though we're both spent and thoroughly sated, Jensen's soft whispers fill my ears with promises of what's to come when we wake up and start all over again. I know that we've only scratched the surface of our passion, but it leaves me eager for more.