Page 95 of Beyond the Fame

“You will never be my second choice. I will always choose you first.”

I cry harder and fall into Jensen’s offered hug, letting me sob into his chest. He has no idea what those words mean to me. One day, I'll tell him it’s what my brother once said.

But right now, there’s one more problem. I step back and he wipes the pads of his thumbs over my cheeks to dry the tears.

“What about my book tour? I’ll be gone…”

He shrugs. “I’ll come with you.”

“Jensen.” I shake my head, trying to make sense of how casual he’s being after dropping all this on me. As if he didn’t just pour his heart out to me. “You’d be so bored. I could never ask you—”

“You didn’t ask. I offered. And I want to. I actually emailed your publisher.”

“For what?”

“They’re going to let me document your book tour. If you’ll let me, that is. I’ll use footage from the tour, and the behind-the-scenes interviews you did for Tyler’s Team that weren’t used in the extra features release, and I’ll make the documentary of your life. Not Tyler’s life, yours.”

“I thought you wanted a break?”

“Believe me, this will be a break. It’ll just be me and my smartphone, recording the woman I love doing what she loves.”

“No big crews?”

“Nope. I’m actually excited to see how creative I can get using just my phone.”

I wrap my hand around the nape of his neck and yank him down for a kiss. It's a soul-crushing kiss that has me putting the pieces back together just so I can shatter underneath his touch once again. His massive arms snake around me, bringing my body flush with his. He’s so big and warm and I never want to let him go.

Except, we’re on a sidewalk in the middle of the afternoon. If this kiss gets any steamier, then the people walking around will see a lot more than a passionate kiss between two people who just confessed their love to each other.

I end our kiss and Jensen lets out a soft whimper. I take his hand and lead him toward the steps of my building.

We’re barely inside and closing the door to my loft before we’re on each other. We strip our clothes off blindly because we refuse to stop kissing.

“Upstairs,” I breathe. The living room curtains are open and it’s too bright in here to fuck on the couch. Someone walking by would definitely see if they glanced through the window.

We stumble up the wooden stairs nearly naked except for our undergarments. When we reach my room, I move to stand near my bed.

“Tell me I’m yours, Ani.” Jensen’s eyes widen because he’d said those exact words to me in Hawaii.

“You’re mine, Rebecca.”

Before I can respond, Jensen is on his knees.

“You’re mine and I’m yours. Tell me what you need.”

My nipples harden at his words, my pussy pulsing with want. I reach behind me with one hand and squeeze the clasps of my bra, slipping it off and dangling it beside me. Jensen watches as it drops to the floor.

I tilt my chin at him. “Take off my panties.”

He's close enough to me to reach out his long arms and tuck his fingertips behind the band. My skin prickles. He grips the fabric and draws me closer to put his mouth on my stomach and pepper it with kisses. He licks my stretch marks there and the ones down at my hips. I thread my fingers in his hair.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he mumbles into my skin.

“Jensen, please. I need you.”

He gives me one more kiss before ripping my panties down. I step out of them, and he tells me to fall onto the bed.

He's in between my legs before I can order him to put his mouth on me. His lips cover my clit, and he sucks and flicks his tongue over the swollen nerves.

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