In the Crease Page 68
“If you want.”
“I do.”
He leaned over, kissing her shoulder. “I love the sound of that.”
“Me too,” she answered as he rolled back over, her heart picking up in speed. Things were going really well. She loved the flirty and sweet side of them. Yeah, he had always been charming and polite, but she felt like maybe she was being the same. Well, in her own way, but it was meshing. They were meshing. Even if his mother’s earlier observation sort of freaked her out, she felt good.
She couldn’t help but think maybe being in love with him wasn’t such a crazy thought.
She rolled over slowly, and his phone went into his lap as he looked over at her, a smile on his face. “Can I ask you something?”
“Of course,” he said, his eyes on hers.
“Are you still mad at me?”
His brows drew in. “About what?”
“Our fight.”
“Oh,” he said, thoughtfully. “I wasn’t ever mad, Wren. I was hurt. Big difference.”
She looked away, moving her hair out of her eyes. “So, are you still hurt?”
He chuckled. “I mean, not like I was a few days ago, but it still stings.”
She nodded as she chewed on the inside of her lip. “I feel like things are still a bit tense between us.”
“I don’t think so.”
“I do,” she said, looking at him. “And that’s me and my many issues.”
He shrugged. “I’m not tense. I promise. I think things are going great. We aired out what we felt, and we’re moving on. I just want this to work, and I know you’re trying. I do, and I feel it. It’s nice. We’re good.”
Holding his gaze, she felt her lips started to tremble. “We are?”
“We are,” he whispered before going up on his elbow and reaching out, taking her face in his. “The fight had to happen, you had to know how I was feeling. That I wasn’t fucking around with you. That, to me, this,” he said, running his thumb along her bottom lip, “is real. That we’re real, and I’m not giving up on it.”
Leaning into his hand, she held his gaze as she bit down softly on his thumb, his eyes widening in surprise. Letting him go, she whispered, “I don’t want to, either.”
“Then don’t,” he said, dropping his face to hers. “Don’t give up.”
With her heart beating so hard her ears ached, she nodded. “I don’t want to.”
“Then there is nothing else I can ask for.”
But she was pretty sure there was more. Swallowing hard, she held his gaze. “Does it hurt when you tell me you love me and I don’t say it back?”
Licking his lips, he shrugged. “I mean, it doesn’t feel good, but I wouldn’t say it hurts. It just sucks.”
Her face turned serious. “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what? Not loving me when you had no clue I’ve loved you for over fifteen years? That’s not your fault. I should have said something.”
“Yeah, you should have,” she answered, holding his gaze. “Because then maybe I wouldn’t have gotten knocked up by some asshole because I would have been with you.”
His lips quirked at that. “Because you would have wanted to be with me? Come on, Wren, don’t tease me.”
But she shrugged. “I don’t know, maybe.”
His smile dropped off as he held her gaze. “Everything happens for a reason.”
“It does.”
“And we’re here, in this moment, for a reason. For him,” he said, taking her belly in his hands, running his thumb along her belly button. “So yeah, maybe we didn’t get to do this earlier, but we have forever now, and I like that a lot better.”
Her breath caught as she held his gaze. “So you still want forever?”
He nodded. “With my whole soul.”
Breathless, she leaned her nose into his, but before she could say anything, his lips were on hers in a heated, tantalizing way. Her fingers tangled in his hair, and his mouth moved with hers. His body pressed against her side, and shit, she could feel every inch of him as his leg hooked over hers. Her hands fell to his shoulders for a better grip as his hands held her tightly in place. He was so strong, so fucking sexy, and when his tongue swept into her mouth, she swore she came right then. Arching against his leg, she gasped into his mouth, and she could feel his body vibrating against hers.
Was this about to happen?
Holy shit.
Pulling away, he closed his eyes, his nose pressing into hers as she gasped for breath. She held on to his shoulders, her body shaking with want. “I can’t handle you,” he muttered, trailing kisses down her jaw. “I can’t.”
Speechless for a moment, she nodded. “I get that you want to wait, and yeah, cool, but those kisses are going to be the death of me.”
His lips broke into a grin against hers. “You’re already the death of me, Wren. Completely, and it’s killing me. Honestly.”
Her lips parted as she held his gaze. “I’m basically Little Caesars. Hot and ready, big boy. Take me.”
His eyes lit up, and then he was laughing, hard. Soon, she couldn’t hold it in, she was laughing too. Falling off her, he cuddled her into him, and he was thick and hard against her, taking her breath entirely. Placing a kiss to her shoulder and then her neck, he inhaled deeply as his nose tucked against her ear. “Well, Caesars, I pride myself on my restraint.”
She laughed out loud. “I’m mean, you could basically pass as a priest at this point.”
He chuckled against her neck before placing a kiss against it softly, his hand sprawling over her belly. “Well, just so you know, I want you. Badly.”
Her eyes fell shut as she leaned into him, her hand coming over his. Turning her head, she took his mouth with hers in a hot embrace that made her insides tremble. As their tongues played, her heart was pounding in her chest. She knew she shouldn’t, but she found herself guiding his hand down her belly to where she wanted him most. When his hand covered her right where she was throbbing, he hissed out a breath against her lips. “Wren.”
Just her name. A simple word, but she swore it shattered her. “Jensen,” she whispered, her lips moving with his. “I’m right here.”
Moving his nose along hers, he found her lips with his once more before his hand slowly slid her panties to the side, taking her whole pussy in his hands. She arched into him, her center throbbing as her body shook under his touch. When his finger ran up her swollen lips, she cried out against his mouth before she held her breath, unable to handle his touch. When his tongue entered her mouth, his finger entered her too, just one, slowly finding her bundle of nerves. She squeezed her eyes shut, unsure what was happening. Never in her life had she been that wet, had she wanted someone as much as she wanted him. She gasped against his mouth, and he moved only a little bit before she shattered against his hand.