Page 119 of Never You

Because I was his from the moment he hijacked my road trip.

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Her silence is literally killing me as I wait in nerve wracking anticipation for her to say something.Anything.

My heart pounds against my ribcage, the blood running through my veins with a throbbing pulse. I’m not easily scared, but pouring my heart out to this girl has me frightened as fuck. I felt really confident when the words left my body, confessing I’m not ready to give up whatever the fuck is going on between us, but now that she’s staring back at me with her brown Bambi eyes flashed with confusion, I’m not so sure.

“Say something, babe,” I plead.

“Yes.” It’s soft, and my eyes widen, not sure if I heard her correctly.

“Yes?” I parrot.

Her face moves up and down with a breaking chuckle coming from her luscious lips.

“I want to see if this can work. Ifwecan work. I want you, Jensen.”

Not willing to wait any longer, I suppress the twitching of my mouth, keeping a straight face as I slowly lean in.

“Good, because it might be a bit tacky doing this with some random hook up.”

Smoothly, I jump off the hood of the car with a mischievous smile on my face.

“What are you doing?” Her brows plow together as I grab her hips with a rough tug, and she lets out a shriek.

“Making my fantasy come true.” I push her back onto the hood while she keeps her head up, her eyes locked with mine.

My fingers move to the button of her jeans, loosening them, before I reach for the hem of the fabric and eagerly pull her jeans from her perky ass.

“Oh, shit,” she mutters as recognition flares her sparkling eyes. Biting my lip, I throw the blue denim on the ground, then slowly drag her gray lace panties from her hips until they are completely off.

With our gazes still locked, she swallows. “Don’t you mean,myfantasy?” she quips, her voice hoarse.

I shake my head. “Not anymore, baby.”

Then I tilt my neck to look at the sight in front of me. Her legs are open and wide, her pussy shining from arousal, all spread out on the hood of her SUV.

It might not be my Camaro, but it’s still the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.

She stares back at me with hooded eyes, her lashes fluttering as she pants when I grab her ankle. The sun shines bright on her vibrant face, the soft breeze blowing a strand of her hair over her cheeks. With my thumb, I rub the skin on the inside of her leg, taking in this image that I want to hold on to forever.

“You look amazing.” I place a kiss on her calf, before starting a trail as I move my way up.

“Fuck, Jensen,” she huffs when I reach the inside of her thighs.

Softly, gliding both hands over the outside of her hips, I move them under her body, cupping her ass to bring her closer to my mouth, and she freezes when she feels my breath on her folds.

“I’ve been dying to do this since Atlanta. Since your dirty little mind planted that seed in my head.”

Before she can say anything, I press my lips against her clit, taking the little nub in my mouth as I tease it with my tongue. She whimpers in my hands, and fueled by her small moans, I start to taunt the flesh directly around it. Gracing her clit with every kiss and every lick. The sweet and salty taste of her juices on the tip of my tongue has me groaning in pleasure as I watch her closely.

Her beautiful face is looking up at the sky, her lips parted with her chin held up high, showing off her slender neck. She squirms under my touch, the movement growing my own desire. My dick presses uncomfortably against the zipper of my jeans, but my mind is completely dazed from the sweetness coming from her core.

That same rush of adrenaline surges through me with every game. The scratching of the ice echoing through the rink, while I glide over it, only focused on one thing; getting that puck in the goal.

I’m the puck.

She’s the goal.

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