Page 121 of Never You

Another nod.

“Me too. You cool with this?” Fucking hell, I hope she is, because I’m pretty sure I don’t have a condom and she’s too sexy to leave her all willing and wanting.

“Yes, Jensen. Come here. I want to feel you.”

She jerks at my repeating touch, showing the whites of her eyes with parted lips. The sun is burning on my neck, but it’s nothing compared to the burn that I feel rubbing my tip up and down through her heat. Being on fire has never felt this good.

Listening to her pleading moans, I finally push inside, then tease her by pulling out to go back to her clit, before repeating the process. Her grunts are getting more demanding, sounding like music to my ears, and when her eyes flash with a glow ofcarnal desire, I thrust myself inside of her, slowly settling in her walls.

“Fuck, you feel so good, babe.” I throw my head back, looking up at the sky.

Pulling her closer to my body, I hold on to her hips, pushing in and out of her center. The softness of her walls on my dick feels like bliss; a hot shower after a day in the snow. Thrusting inside of her, she holds onto my shoulders, tilting her neck up.

Leaning in, I place blistering, open kisses down her neck, teasing the area below her ear. “You’re divine, baby.” I take her earlobe in my mouth, scratching the soft flesh with my teeth as I slowly pull back. “You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.”

“Deeper, baby. I want to feel you everywhere,” she huffs against my lips.

Her hands move to my ass, pushing me to go deeper.

“Like this?” I roughly slam my dick inside her, and her body jerks, her eyes popping out of her head with a rumbling bellow fanning my face.

Her eyes close when I do it again, and she presses her forehead against my chest. “Yes, keep going. Like that.”

Fueled by her directions, I pick up the pace, wanting to devour her. Wanting her to fall apart in my hands, completely shattered until I’m ready to pick up the pieces. I want to break her and make her for the rest of my life.

While I’m thrusting inside of her, she brings her head up, looking up at me through her thick lashes. I lick the seam of her mouth, taunting, before nibbling her lip, then press a kiss to the pink flesh when I’ve let go. Her hand moves up to my cheek, staring into my eyes with an intense gaze. I want to take a snapshot of her face in this exact position, wishing I could frame it and hang it above my bed.

“It has never felt better, Jensen,” she speaks softly, but with determination, keeping our eyes locked as if she wants to makesure I hear her loud and clear. “Your body colliding with mine,” she continues. “No one has ever made me feel like you do.”

A jolt of electricity goes through my entire body when I understand the meaning of her words, knowing she feels how I feel, but also wondering if I will ever be able to come back from this. From her. But I already know the answer to that question.

“I think you’re made for me, Rae.”

I don’t think, Iknow.

Driving my hips into her wet pussy, my release builds, and I put my thumb in her mouth, wetting it with her own saliva before I press it against her clit. She winces in my arms, and I hold her up as I keep thrusting inside of her, working her clit to bring her to the top of the hill. Each push harder, each pull faster.

Her pants are becoming more frantic with every move, and when my muscles tense in my core, she lets out a long cry, like she’s a damn banshee in heat. Whatever they may sound like. My face grows stern, closing my eyes as I feel my climax hit me like thunder, a feral groan coming with it before I fall into Rae. Placing my palms on the hot metal of the car, I do my best to hold myself up with my trembling legs.

Our gazes collide, and I watch how she bites her tongue with a smirk curling in the corner of her mouth while I pant against her face, trying to catch my breath.

“Did you just fuck me on the hood of my car?” She sniffles.

“No, baby,” I say, my voice sounding gravelly. “I ate you out on the hood of your car,thenfucked you underneath the sun.On the hood of your car.”

“Show off.” She gives me a playful push.

“Next time, it will be my Camaro.”

Her face falls a bit, a worry written on her face, and I know exactly what’s going through her mind.

“Hey.” I cup her cheek and search her eyes. “I meant what I said. I’m staying. I wanna be with you. I don’t know what will happen or where I’m gonna be playing next season, but I know I wanna be with you. We will work it out, okay?”

She closes her eyes, leaning into my touch.

Then her kissable mouth opens with a soft voice.

“Okay.” Mischief shines over her features before her attention drops to my side. “Does this qualify as a brand?” Her soft fingers run over my still crusty red boot tattoo.

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