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“Jensen?” I whisper, soft, needy.
“Shh.”
Good Lord. He’s so good at this.
Without warning, cold hits my clit, and I jerk, the chill mingling with my arousal in the best possible way.
“Holy shit. That’s incredible,” I breathe.
He teases me with the ice, alternating the shocking cold with the heat of his mouth, sucking my clit, lapping up the moisture.
His fingers plunge into me, and the rise of my climax builds fast, gaining strength, ready to crash through me. Gripping my hips, he gives me the best damn halftime show a girl could dream of—and then some.
My orgasm rips through me like a tidal wave, wild and all-consuming. My back arches, body trembling. He holds me through it, his mouth still pressed to me, working me through every last pulse until I’m nothing but a melted, panting mess.
When he’s done, after doing exactly what he said he’d do, he holds me. I tighten my arms around his, savoring the feel of both our heartbeats. Mine pounds against my chest; his is steady against my back, spooning me. Eventually, they sync, settling into a steady rhythm, beating as one, and I forget about that five percent that’s been off lately. The tension that’s been creeping in more and more. I close my eyes, soaking in the warmth of his skin on mine—the closeness. It’sbeautiful, and it always has been. With him, it’s always been easy. He gets me.
God, I don’t want to move.I could lay like this forever.
We makeit back to the living room just in time for the fourth quarter, and everyone gives us shit for being gone so long. They know what we were up to, obviously.
The Rams win, and Matt’s celebration is exactly what you’d expect—loud, dramatic, and completely in-your-face.
Jensen pulls me into his lap, his arms tightening around me. I fold mine over his and let my gaze drift around the room. The love in this room wraps around me, and for a second, I could cry from how full my heart is.
I tighten my grip on Jensen’s forearms and silently vow to never forget this moment, to engrave it into my memory.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
ALLEY
THEN
MARCH
“Hi,you’ve reached Jensen Adams. You know what to do.”
“Dammit.” I end the call as it goes straight to voicemail. My eyes sweep across the apartment, landing on the door. Like if I stare hard enough, maybe he’ll walk through it.
He’s over an hour late. This is so not like him.
I text him for what feels like the hundredth time.
Babe, are you okay? Kind of starting to worry…
Panic flutters in my stomach, but I force myself to breathe, to not jump to conclusions.If something were wrong, someone would’ve called.
I glance down at what I’m wearing and let out a dry laugh. A brand new black lace push-up bra, matching panties, and a garter belt. I even bought the damn thigh-high’s.So much for a sexy surprise.
I made his favorite dinner: roast, mashed potatoes, carrots, and picked up the freshest sourdough you can get from the bakery a fewblocks over. I wanted to do something special, something extra to show I was thinking of him. I hoped he’d walk through the door after a long day to find his favorite meal, and his wife, waiting in practically nothing—ready to be devoured by him. This is exactly the kind of thing Jensen would lose his mind over. What man wouldn’t love coming home to that?
I even bought a dozen of those tiny tea light candles, the battery-operated ones that seem to only last a few hours. They’re scattered all over the apartment: mood lighting, candles, dinner, lingerie—sex. It’s romantic as hell in here. And I’m sitting in it alone, like some abandoned fantasy.
I sink deeper into the couch, crossing my legs, my bare thighs rubbing together. I flip on an episode ofGossip Girl. Call me crazy, but I started the series for the third time two weeks ago. There’s something nostalgic and comforting about it. And now that I know how my husband grew up, it feels wildly familiar in a weird kind of way.
My phone vibrates, and I scramble to grab it, swiping as fast as I can.
Jensen
