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And that was the strange thing. I did feel impossibly good.
She got up to use the bathroom, and I disposed of the condom, all the while wondering what was happening. I was no stranger to good sex, but that had been something else. Something different.
Something surprising.
Through a small gap in the curtain, I could see the snow falling outside. With no intention of letting her go anywhere forthe night, I pulled her back into bed with me. Her body was soft and warm, and as I drifted off to sleep, I had a startling realization.
I wanted to keep her.
CHAPTER 18
Natalie
Jensen’s hand slipped around my waist, and he pulled me against him, my back to his front. I was already half awake, and daylight peeked through the gap in the curtains. Nestling into him, I breathed deeply, enjoying the feel of his body pressed against mine.
Had the previous night really happened?
His lips touched my neck in a lazy kiss. “Hello, darling.”
“Morning.”
“How do you feel?”
I shifted a little, rolling my shoulder. “Sore. But also so good.”
He kissed my neck again.
We lay in bed together for a while, and the silence was surprisingly comfortable. My body was languid and relaxed, my mind calm. I knew there were so many things to do—so many problems to solve—but somehow, lying with Jensen while a light snow fell outside chased those worries away. For the moment, at least.
“You feel so good,” he said low in my ear. “I could do this all day.”
His voice sent a tingle down my spine. “So could I. Although I think biological necessities will get the best of me soon.”
“Fair enough.” He shifted, propping himself up on his elbow, and I rolled over to face him. His eyes swept up and down, taking me in, and his mouth hooked in a subtle smile. “Fucking gorgeous.”
Tracing up his chest, I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck and brought him in for a kiss before moving to get up. “I’ll be right back.”
“I miss you already.”
I went to the bathroom, and when I came out, he did the same.
“Don’t you dare put your clothes back on,” he said through the closed door. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Thank goodness for that.
I got back in bed, and when he emerged, he paused in the doorway. His expression wasn’t just hungry, it was ravenous.
He climbed on the bed, tore off the sheet, and licking his lips like he was going to have me for dessert, he buried his face between my legs.
An hour later, I lay sprawled across Jensen’s chest, utterly spent. He was a man of many talents, and he’d unleashed them on me. I was warm and sated, and not entirely sure my legs would be of any use if I tried to stand.
He kissed my hair. “I’d make you breakfast, but I don’t have any food.”
“That’s okay. I should probably get up. I need to figure out what’s going on with my car. And find my phone. And see ifwe’re still on strike. For all I know, it ended yesterday, and I’m supposed to work tonight.”
“I don’t like any of that.” He tightened his arm around me. “Stay here.”
His use of the wordstayadded a sting of pain. Telling myself not to worry about that, I pushed it aside and rolled off him.
