Page 19 of A Love That Broke Us
“Don’t you want to say goodbye to anyone?” she calls.
I press the elevator button and glance back at her, grinning. “Nope.”
Her brows lift, but she’s smiling too. “Won’t Matt care?”
I shake my head, my grin widening as the elevator dings. “Trust me, he won’t even notice.”
The doors slide open, and I guide her in with my hand on the small of her back.
As soon as they close, I cup her face and crash my lips against hers. Goddamn, the past few hours with Alley have been both incredible and torturous. That short fucking dress? It’s been driving me insane. Under the blanket, I was this close to losing all control, ready to finger her like some horny teenager.
When we reach the lobby, I force myself to pull back, letting her go just long enough to switch elevators. As soon as the doors close on the main one, she’s on me—her kiss urgent, demanding, and hot as fucking hell. Her body presses into mine, and we nearly miss the doors opening on my floor, too caught up in each other. I shove my arm through to keep them from closing, and her laugh echoes behind me.
We hurry down the hall, hand in hand, and I punch in the keypad code to unlock my door. It swings open, and I all but drag her inside.
The door slams shut behind us, and we don’t miss a beat. I’m not sure who kisses who first, but our mouths collide, a tangle of lust and need. I don’t bother turning on the lights; the faint glow from under the cabinets is enough.
Right now, all I care about is her.
We walk together, her moving backward, until we hit the wall. My hand slides up to her breast, giving it a gentle squeeze, and she gasps softly.
“God,” I murmur, leaning in closer, my breath mixing with hers.
She tugs at my suit jacket, shucking it from my shoulders and down my arms until it falls to the floor. Her fingers fumble with the buttons of my shirt, undoing the top two, then three. My other hand is gripping her ass, making its way down to the hem of her dress so it can lift it up, desperate to touch her skin.
She stops suddenly, pulling back, her breath heavy and uneven. “Jensen,” she says softly, a nervous edge in her voice. “Maybe we should slow down.” She swallows hard. “Should we slow down?”
Her eyes search mine with uncertainty and vulnerability. My thumb brushes across her bottom lip, my brow lifting slightly. “Do you want to slow down?” I ask, keeping my tone soft and steady.
She shakes her head swiftly, the corners of her mouth lifting into atimid smile. “No,” she whispers, but then she hesitates again, her gaze dropping to my chest.
“It’s just that… I haven’t been with a lot of people,” she admits, her voice so quiet I almost miss it. Her fingers tighten on the front of my shirt as if bracing herself for my reaction.
I give her a reassuring smile. “It’s okay. We can slow down. We don’t have to do this tonight.” ButGod,I want to.
“No. I want to. It’s just…” Her hands caress my chest. “It’s been a while… for me. I’m nervous, I guess. Aren’t you nervous?”
I suppress a laugh because I want her to know she can tell me anything without feeling stupid, but damn, if she isn’t the cutest. “No. I’m not nervous.” I tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. “I’m excited.”
She nods, like she’s trying to convince herself it’s the same. “Yeah, me too. I’m sorry. I’m overthinking this—I’m in my head.” She laughs. “God, I’m so awkward. Let’s keep going.”
I grin, cupping her face gently. “Yeah? You sure?”
“Yeah. I’m good. Promise.”
I kiss her again, slower this time. My hands trail up her arms, pushing the thin straps down her shoulders. My mouth follows, kissing the curve of her shoulder, tracing across her collarbone.
Her fingers work more of the buttons on my shirt, and then I feel the cool air hit my skin, followed by her warm hands on my chest.
I groan, desire crackling through me like electricity hitting water. My hands wrap around her, finding the zipper in the back of her dress. I drag it down, pausing to meet her gaze. As I pull the straps down her arms, her eyes stay locked on mine, and I don’t dare look away. The way she’s looking at me—like she’s trusting me with this moment—has my heart in a goddamn vice. The dress gathers at her hips, and she pushes it the rest of the way, stepping out of it and kicking it to the side.
My gaze drops, drinking her in—her black panties and strapless bra, the way her skin seems to glow in the low light. She tugs at my shirt, and I shrug it off, letting it fall to the floor. It’s like time has stopped. We’re not kissing, not speaking—just standing here, undressing each other—getting to know each other on every level. Andfuck, all I can think about is how good she’s gonna feel wrapped around me.
Her hands glide down my torso, finding my waistband. She undoes the button and slides the zipper down. I reach around, unhooking her bra with ease, and it falls away as she drags my pants down. I push them the rest of the way, stepping out of them slowly, letting my eyes trail up her body, taking in every inch of her bare skin.
When I stand fully, I pull her close, her warm body pressing against mine.God, she feels so good.The intensity builds, and our kisses turn wild, desperate—almost savage—like she just needed to get past the awkwardness of getting naked, and now she’s all confidence, leading the way.
Her hand lingers, teasing the waistband of my underwear. It’s torturous. I’m silently begging her to touch me. Finally, her fingers slide lower, brushing over my cock through the thin fabric. My stomach fucking dips. Then she drifts lower, cupping my balls lightly, kneading them softly. My brain short-circuits, every thought drowned out by sensation.
