Page 48 of A Love That Broke Us
A soft chuckle slips out. “Come here.”
I cup the back of her neck, closing the space between us. Our mouths meet, and I drink her in, savoring the warmth.
Her lips are soft, supple. Her tongue strokes against mine, and I deepen the kiss, pulling her closer before finally easing back.
“Thank you,” I murmur, our breaths mingling. “And I’m still hungry.” A sly smirk tugs at my lips.
“You craving a side of Alley?” she teases.
“No. I want the whole damn entrée.”
I push back from the table, pulling her up with me. In one swift motion, I lift her, her legs wrapping around my waist as she gasps, then laughs, holding onto me tighter.
Her lips find mine again as I carry her down the hall to the back bedroom—the one that’s technically ours.
Pushing the door open, I walk her to the bed and collapse onto it, tugging her shirt over her head. She reaches for mine, pulling it off with my help. Her hands move to her pants, sliding them down.
She pauses. “Wait… lock the door.”
I groan but obey, dragging myself away just long enough to turn the lock. By the time I face her again, she’s sliding her underwear down her legs, watching me with that look. I guess we’re skipping foreplay. Not that I ever need it. I’m already hard as hell for her.
My gaze drops between her thighs, and damn—like my cock wasn’t already desperate for her. A slow grin spreads across my face, excitement building. “Scoot to the edge of the bed for me, baby.”
She shifts closer, anticipation clear in her eyes. I drop to my knees, sliding my hands up her thighs, squeezing lightly before settling between them.
“Fuck, Lola’s pretty.” I shoot her a mischievous grin, hooking her legs over my shoulders.
She laughs. “Oh my God, that’s such a weird compliment.”
I chuckle against her skin, trailing my tongue up the inside of her thigh as my thumb circles her clit.
She moans softly, and fuck, the sound alone is such a turn-on—never gets old. I press a kiss against her inner thigh, then another, dragging it out, savoring her.Jesus.She’s so soft and smooth. Nothing better than feeling bare skin against my tongue.
Her fingers thread into my hair, tugging gently, and I flick my tongue over her clit—just once—before pulling back.
Her legs tense around my shoulders. “Babe,” she whines. “Don’t tease.”
I grin against her skin, then seal my lips around her clit, sucking just hard enough to make her hips jolt. Her fingers tighten in my hair, and I groan against her, the sound vibrating between her thighs.
God. She’s so wet. This is the best thing ever. It’s better than football. It’s better than vacations. And it’s a hell of a lot better than wedding planning.
Her hips roll against my mouth, chasing the friction, chasing more. I groan, gripping her thighs tighter. I can feel how close she is, and Ifucking love it. I love this. I love her. I work her faster, harder, determined to send her over the edge—and when she finally does, my name leaves her lips in a breathless, desperate moan that shoots straight through me.
Damn.
I love this woman.
Chapter Seventeen
JENSEN
THEN
Alley slipsinto the passenger seat of my Audi as I load our luggage into the trunk. Her giant suitcase takes up half the space, and I chuckle to myself. Three days. That’s all we’ll be gone for, and she’s packed like we’re leaving the country. Then again, it’s winter. I’ll give her that.
I slide into the driver’s seat, settling in for the three-hour drive to the Berkshires for a long weekend ski trip with my siblings. By the time we hit the road, Alley’s already connected her phone to my Bluetooth.
“What do you want to listen to?” she asks, scrolling through her playlists.
