Page 57 of Honey Undone
“I’m about to,” he grumbled, kicking the door closed.
“It’s pretty in here,” I noted, pushing up to look around at the kitchen as he stomped through it and down the hallway. Everything was dark but it was obvious that the house was gorgeous and old. I was completely unbothered bythe fact that Jensen was clearly on a mission as he took the stairs. “Where are we going?” I asked after a moment.
He wandered into a dark room, closing the door behind him and locking it.
“You have a roommate? That’s so cute,” I laughed as he set me down in the center of the room. Jensen grumbled something and kicked off his shoes. “Are you going to talk to me or just stalk me like an animal?” I asked him.
“Take off the jersey, Adeline.”
“Oh we’re doing that? Now?” I smiled at him, heat building in my chest as I retreated out of his reach toward his bed. He had warned me that he was going to get it back one way or another and now that he had come to collect on that threat, I was giddy about it.
“Do you know how many texts and calls I’ve gotten?” He said, his eyes dark. “All because you refuse to take it off?” He was complaining but from all I’d learned about Jensen he was the type of guy who fucking loved the public display. The fact that I had been parading around wearing his number in more ways than one, riled him up.
“But I love this jersey,” I purred and Jensen’s jaw ticked.
“I’m not asking, I want it off,” he took a step closer, his eyes never leaving mine. The tension in the room was palpable, the temperature rising. “Last chance to remove it willingly,” his voice dropped lower.
“Come get it then,” I whispered, raking my eyes over his impressive form.Fuck, I had waited too long for this and I could feel the sexual frustration vibrating through my muscles like an electrical charge. “Aren’t you supposed to be competitive or something? Make your move.” I challenged him.
Jensen smirked, unbuckling his belt slowly. “Damn it, Adeline,” he groaned. Without it the pants hung low around his hips giving me a clear view of the hardened lines of muscles leading down beneath. He took a step closer, his voice low and dangerous as he dropped it to the floor with a soft thud. His eyes never leaving mine, he surged forward closing the distance between us. He wrapped his strong arms around me, lifting me off the ground and tossed me back to the bed.
“You asked for it,” he said, the sound more of a groan from deep in his throat as he climbed over me and gripped the hem of the jersey.
“I’ve been waiting for it,” I whispered.
Jensen’s pupils dilated, his breath hitching slightly at the admission. His fingers flexed against the jersey, slowly inching it up my stomach. “For me to take back what's mine?”
“The jersey. Among other things…” I groaned, my hips pressing into the bed as his knuckles brushed against my stomach.
His eyes snapped back to mine, filling with lustful intensity. “Other things?” Jensen repeated, his voice barely audible. His hands stilled in their exploration, the jersey pulled up to my ribcage. “Like what Belle?” He demanded, his face inches from me. “What else is mine to take?”
Belle âme.The name tingled at my fingertips when he said it like that.
“You said I was your girl,” I said, “prove it.” The demand was simple and it caused his body to lower against mine.
“Adeline, you’ve belonged to me since the day I met you,” he said with conviction.
And it should have scared me. The idea that he was claiming stake was far beyond a simple fling but… it left me breathless and without words to combat the intense feelings that stirred up deep inside my chest.
“But if it'sproofyou want,” his face hovered over mine as he pulled the jersey up further, his voice rough with desire and possessiveness.
I nodded gently, words escaping my thoughts and being replaced by incoherent fantasies of what he might do if I just pushed a little further. “Show me,” I demand, curling my leg around him to bring him closer.
Jensen wasn’t lacking encouragement or confidence. With a throaty groan he pulled the jersey open, not bothering with the buttons. The force of his tug sent them flying across the mattress and dragged a funny yelp from my lips. He laughed at me, kissed my jaw before he pushed it over my shoulder and down my arms.
His body pressed against mine and I could feel his heartbeat racing in sync with mine.
“Is that what you wanted?” He asked.
I giggled, feeling exposed and too warm under his gaze, “a little underwhelming,” I smirked.
Jensen’s eyes flashed with amusement and something darker. “Underwhelming?” He repeated back to me, taking the jersey in his hands he sat back on his knees still keeping me pinned to the bed. He bundled the jersey around his fist, yanking hard on the fabric until it tore down the center with a loud rip.
“Oh,” I said, pressing my hands beneath the hem of his shorts to touch his thighs. I needed the contact, the warmth. My heart was pounding and the heat in my stomach was unbearable. I giggled, dragging my bottom lip between my teeth at the impressive show, unaware of his intention until he was wrapping the two scraps of jersey around each wrist and tying them to the headboard with surprising gentleness.
“Still underwhelmed?” He asked, pulling back on the knot to make sure it was secure, his chest brushed against mine and he kissed me like he was trying to steal the air from my lungs, I followed him as he pulled away, a smile forming on his lips.
“Who knew there were so many uses for a baseball jersey,” I said, wiggling my hands but there was no chance of getting free. I rolled my hips beneath him, unsure about how I felt being restrained but the look in his eyes gave me the confidence I needed. Jensen would make sure I enjoyed it.
