Page 65 of Wrangled Love

“Sure did, and I’ll do it again if you don’t stop squirming.” His voice rumbles, sending a thrill through me.

Jensen slams the truck door shut and carries me up the porch steps. Once inside, he heads straight for the stairs, his boots scraping against the wood floors as he moves without breaking stride. When he reaches my bedroom, he heads straight for the bed, tosses me onto the mattress, and I bounce against the soft surface.

God, the sheer force of his confidence is ridiculously sexy. I’ve always wanted a man who’s not afraid to take control, and all I want is for him to fuck me right this instant.

“Take your clothes off. I want to look at you,” he says, the intensity of his gaze pinning me in place. “Allof you.”

I shift to the edge of the bed, kicking off my boots and slipping off my socks, letting them drop to the floor. Next, I unbutton my top slowly, and when the lace trim of my red bra comes into view, Jensen inhales sharply.

Wearing lingerie is a small indulgence I reserve for myself. After long, sweaty days in the sun, slipping into silk and lace helps me feel human again. Jensen being here to admire my effort tonight is a bonus.

I reach for the hem of my skirt, but he steps forward, covering my hand with his.

“Let me.”

He lifts me to my feet, his hand resting on my waist as he slowly drags the fabric down. His finger grazes my leg as thematerial slides past, and I gasp when he gets on his knees. He raises his eyes to meet mine, his pupils blown wide.

“You’re so damn sexy. It should be criminal for you to go without panties.”

I quirk a brow. “You mean the onesyouconfiscated?”

“Guilty as charged.”

The air between us crackles with tension as he tightens his grip on my legs. His fingers brand my skin as heat shoots through me, settling low in my belly.

“Take your bra off, baby,” Jensen orders.

I swallow hard, my lips parting slightly as I reach around to unfasten the clasp. The straps fall from my shoulders, cool air brushing against my nipples as I toss my bra to the floor.

Jensen gazes up at me as he leans forward, kissing my stomach. “You’re so fucking pretty,” he praises me.

“And you’re still dressed,” I say with a pout.

I’m trembling with need, my body strung tight. Only his touch can ease the ache between my thighs, and all I want is to peel off his clothes and finally see what I’ve fantasized about more times than I can count.

He stands to his full height, his voice low and rough. “Go lie on the bed, darlin’. Since you had to be quiet on the Ferris wheel, I plan to make you scream now.”

I shoot him a playful scowl before turning around, letting out a squeak when he gives my ass another light smack.

“Twice in one night? I think you have a developing obsession.”

“Can you blame me? That ass is a masterpiece.” His reply sends a spark flickering through me.

I climb onto the bed and lie on my back like he told me to. When I tilt my head toward Jensen, he’s already stripping out of his clothes. His shirt strains across his shoulders as he yanks it off and tosses it to the ground. The flex of his abs as he moves is enoughto steal the air from my lungs. It should be a crime how hot he is, and I’m the lucky one he’s staring at like he’s ready to devour me.

A trail of hair runs down his stomach, drawing my eyes to the waistband of his jeans. I lick my lips as he drags down his pants and boxers, revealing his thick cock, the veins pulsing. His stare pins me in place, and it’s a good thing I’m lying down because my knees would’ve given out if I were still standing.

Jensen pushes his discarded clothes aside, and joins me on the bed. He kneels at my feet, settling at the end of the mattress, his palms gliding slowly up my calves. I gasp when his lips brush my knee, but he doesn’t stop. He moves higher, his stubble dragging along my bare skin with every inch he claims. My hands twist in the comforter, struggling to stay still as heat coils low in my belly.

When he reaches the apex of my thighs, he hovers, glancing up at me with a wicked smirk.

“Fuck, baby. I’ve been starving for you.”

I’m mesmerized, unable to speak as he pushes my legs open, and a strangled cry falls from my lips as his warm, wet tongue laps at my clit. Each stroke unravels me, pulling me apart thread by thread.

Jensen lifts his head. “Another taste and you’ve totally wrecked my self-control.”

I lost all control the second I saw him naked. Every ripple and curvature of his well-defined abs are on display, and his hard cock is dripping precum.

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