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I groaned, pushing my erection into her hand. She moaned into my mouth, convincing me I’d never get enough of her kisses.

“Yes.” My voice was guttural, even to my own ears. “As long as we take it straight to the bed.”

“Yes, please.” I could feel her smile against my lips.

I slid my hand down to her ass and squeezed as I urged her to walk inside ahead of me.

“After you.”

And I meant that in every wicked way there was.

Chapter Sixteen

Kenzie

I loved kissing Jensen. I loved that the very act of his lips on mine blocked out all the doubts and worries that clouded my mind.

I loved how I felt with his arms around me—safe, secure, like I could let my guard down and trust him with my care.

And while both of those things were wonderful, they were nothing compared to the heady rush I felt as I walked in from the patio. I knew he was watching me—could practically feel the heavy-lidded smolder.

He wanted me just as much as I wanted him. I was going to combust if he didn’t help me get some relief.

He closed and locked the door behind us. As he turned back to me and slid his arms around me, I thought it was a hug, but when he dipped his body a bit and flexed his biceps, I realized he was picking me up.

I couldn’t help the squeak that left my lips. He grinned at me, smug and sexy, knowing exactly what he was doing. Safe in his arms, I relaxed in his embrace just as he shifted me, encouraging me to wrap my legs around his waist.

The move plastered me to his solid wall of a chest and gave mea sweet hit of friction, bringing me right up against the hardness I’d gripped in my hand.

A soft groan escaped me.Yes. I wanted this contact.Cravedit.

Once I locked my feet together, cinched around him, I tried my best to grind against him. I was desperate to relieve the ache that was rising to a crescendo within me.

Then suddenly, he stopped and my back hit a wall. Jensen dug his hand into my hair to hold me still and devoured my mouth. He cupped my ass harder, each dig of his fingers into my flesh ramping up my desire. At this rate, I’d combust before we made it to the bed.

I tried to grind against him harder, and his deep growl echoed through the quiet space as he assaulted my mouth in the most delicious way.

Jensen wouldn’t be hurried, no matter how much more force and effort I put into rubbing against him.

It was torture, yet not.

My wicked fantasy of finally getting this man naked was a sensual experience that I did want to savor. Yet I was too desperate for relief to want to take it slow.

I wanted him inside me.Now.

He finally peeled us back from the wall and walked me—way too slowly, his lips still plundering mine—the rest of the way into his room. As soon as he reached his bed and set me down on the edge of his mattress, I decided to take matters into my own hands.

I stood quickly, surprising him, and pushed him back, starting to remove my jeans.

“No.” He grabbed my hands, stilling my progress.

“Jensen. I want?—”

“I said after you, City. I meant it.” He kissed me tenderly, making my toes curl. “Let me take care of you.”

My heart expanded, swelling with too many emotions Icouldn’t catalogue all at once. He wanted to what now? Take care of me?

“I didn’t realize I’d become your burden to take care of,” I muttered as he released my hands and undid the button of my pants, pushing them gently down my legs and taking my panties with them.

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