Page 70 of Never You

Every stroke makes me want more, thinking about how I could kiss her forever, right at this moment. I grunt when she digs her nails into my skin, turned on by the desire that seems to ripple through the both of us.

“We should stop, before I tear off your clothes in the middle of the street,” I heave, even though I crash my mouth against hers once more.

“We should.” She bites my lip, and my breath falters before I press my forehead against hers, our noses touching. “But I really don’t want to,” she confesses.

“I know.” I pull her up, then take her hand in mine before I drag her behind me down the street like a mad man.

“You ruined my boots.” She pouts, jokingly, glancing at the leftover scoop of stracciatella melting on the red leather.

Quickly, I take her face in my hands again, her chest colliding with mine as I find her lips. “I’ll buy you new ones,” I murmur against her sweet mouth, before I continue guiding us down the pavement.

“Where are we going?”

I glance over my shoulder, shooting her a wink, as she touches her perfectly swollen lips.

“Somewhere I can have you for myself.”

20

He’s everything my body needs right now, but Jensen is not the change I had in mind when I left LA. He slams me against the wall as the hotel elevator moves up, pressing me into the surface while his cock rolls against my hips.

“Fuck, I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time now.” His hand reaches into the front of my jeans, rubbing over the fabric of my panties.

“A long time?” I huff, barely registering what he’s saying.

“Oh yeah. Every single time you called me a lying cheat, I wanted to make you shut up with my lips covering your wet pussy.”

My eyes widen at the bluntness of his words, gasping as the image plays out in my head. He notices while he keeps placing scorching kisses on my neck.

“You want me to lick you, baby?” He undoes the button of my jeans, giving him better access before his finger runs through my folds and my legs buckle underneath me. “You want me to bend you over so I can eat you out like you’re my dessert?”

I can’t push anything out other than a moan, the sensation of his lips on my neck almost becoming too much.

Not what I had in mind, but fuck me, he’s definitely what I want.

“I got you, babe.” He holds me up with one arm while the other keeps stroking through my wetness. “You’re so wet for me.”

When the elevator doors open with a ding, I snap out of my bliss, my cheeks now turning a bright red, fueled by a combination of embarrassment and lust. I push him off me as I try to redo the button of my jeans in a hurry. When no one enters, a sigh of relief escapes my lips, but before I can properly pull my jeans back over my ass, Jensen squats down, pressing his shoulder against my stomach as he lifts me in the air.

“Don’t bother.”

I shriek while he takes big strides out of the elevator and through the hallway until he stops in front of our room. We took a room with two queen sizes, sticking to the bullshit story we were going to sleep separated, but deep down I knew it was inevitable we’d end up in bed together. I sure as fuck hoped we would.

Even if it was just for one time.

His fingers reach for the keycard in the back of my jeans, roughly throwing it open, then closes it with his foot. I screech in excitement when he throws me on the bed, and I wait in anticipation as takes off his shirt, his tattoos staring back at me in glory, then crawls over my body until his entire form is flush with mine. His heat against mine is another layer melting away, and for the last three days I’ve been dying to get to his core. To find the man behind his bad boy facade.

“I want you so bad, Rae,” he rustles against my lips.

I move my hand up, softly cupping his neck as I study his blue eyes etched with lust. The same primal sensation that’s broken free inside of me since the moment his lips touched mine.

“Then take me,” I whisper back.

The warmth of his hand moves underneath my shirt while his lips crash into mine, pushing the fabric up until he has full access to my breasts. Eagerly, I drag my shirt over my head, then arch my back to undo my bra, ready to feel his skin against my body.

“God, you’re sexy.” His hand cups my breast while he sucks on my nipple, and I moan in pleasure. He rolls his fingers over my sensitive pebble as he migrates his lips farther down, and my legs automatically fall open.

“You want me, don’t you?” he breathes against the skin on my belly, his vision glancing up at me with a hint of insecurity.

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