Page 43 of A Love That Broke Us
“Oh my God. You two…” Jensen groans. “Get out of here.”
Jordan laughs as Jensen gives her a brief hug.
Matt points at me. “I’ll come down in the morning to help clean up. Don’t you dare start cleaning before I get here, Alley. I know how you are, and you shouldn’t have to clean up your own damn engagement party.”
I hold up my hands in mock innocence. “Okay, I won’t. You don’t have to beg me not to clean.”
He squints at me, unconvinced. “Uh-huh. Sure.” His point lingers. He knows I’m full of shit.
“Okay… I’m trusting you.” He opens the door, tossing one last look over his shoulder. “Bye, you guys.”
“Bye,” Jordan says with one last wave.
“Bye,” Jensen and I say in unison.
Jensen shuts the door behind them, his attention immediately shifting to me as I instinctively move toward the kitchen before I even realize I’m doing it.
His arm loops around my waist, reeling me back against his chest before I can take another step. “Nope. You heard Matt,” he murmurs against my ear.
I groan, my hands resting over his. “I can’t just leave it like that. I won’t sleep.”
“Yes, you can.” His teeth graze my earlobe, voice smooth and coaxing. “And you will. Leave it, baby.”
His lips skim my neck while his hand slips beneath my shirt, heat building with every touch. My stomach flutters, and I let my head fall back against his chest, melting into him. I close my eyes.Why does he feel so good?
His hand slides up, cupping my breast with a slow, purposeful squeeze. A soft hum escapes me as I sink further into him.
He chuckles, his lips grazing my ear. “You’re mine now, and I know just what to do with you. I know exactly what you like.”
“Mmm. And what do I like?” I ask, eyes still closed, savoring Jensen’s touch and the slow, steady rise of my arousal.
“You like this,” he murmurs, nibbling at my ear. His fingers glide over my skin, featherlight strokes across my chest, down my torso. My back arches instinctively.
“And this.” His mouth moves to the base of my throat, his tongue flicking against my pulse point. He trails kisses down my neck, his hands roaming lower—teasing, exploring—his breath hot against my skin.
I bite my bottom lip, a slow grin spreading as a steady thrum builds between my thighs.Damn. He gets me. Every. Time.
“And definitely this.” His fingers flick open the button of my pants before dipping beneath my underwear, sliding smoothly down the center.
A soft moan escapes as my body responds instantly, one hand reaching behind to grip his neck, the other curling around his arm, pulling him closer, needing more, craving him in every way.
His voice drops, husky and teasing, lips brushing the curve of my throat. “Did you still want to clean?”
“No,” I murmur, tilting my head back as his lips graze over my skin. “I want more of this.”
“That’s my girl.” He presses a lingering kiss to my jaw before fisting the hem of my shirt and pulling it over my head. Then, in one smooth motion, he spins me around, his mouth meeting mine in an urgent, needy kiss.
His lips are warm, demanding, and I soften into him, welcoming the all-consuming desire that always comes with Jensen—the feeling of pure need, like he might actually die if he doesn’t have me. Right. Now.
It’s the greatest feeling in the world—to be loved like that.
I’ve never had this before. Never felt this cherished or this desired. Not until him. We have a love that’s rare, unshakable. The kind of love they sing about in songs.
The kind that lasts forever.
We make our way into the bedroom, shedding clothing as we go, until we’re tangled in the sheets. He moves slowly, savoring the moment—his body pressing against mine, every touch familiar but electric. Our movements sync effortlessly, molding into one, everything else fading away until there’s only him, only us, only this.
I roll myself on top, positioning myself to take him deeper, and everything blurs—warmth, ecstasy, quiet. Breathless moans fill the room until my body finally melts into his, sated and spent.
