Page 60 of Stolen Kiss

Jensen shook his head. “Baby, don’t you know?”

“What?”

“There can be a million beautiful girls in front of me right now, and still, they won’t hold a candle to you.”

“Are you saying I’m not beautiful?” I asked.

He rolled his eyes, and then he kissed me.

So shocked to do anything, I stood there, letting him move his lips over mine. Before I could think to close my eyes, Jensen pulled away. He rubbed his thumb over my bottom lip.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said softly. “You were cute at eighteen. You held me completely captive then. I was a goner as soon as you turned those pretty green eyes my way. But now? You are simply exquisite. And mine. Understand? You are mine.”

I could feel a small smile forming before I schooled my features. Then I looked up to bright gray eyes.

“Does that mean you’re mine?”

“In every way and all the way,” he answered seriously.

“Then kiss me,” I demanded, wrapping my arms around his neck. Jensen didn’t wait for a second. He kissed me once more, this kiss deeper and longer than the first. It had all the excitement of our stolen first kiss, and the passion of our second one. Yet it was uniquely wonderful all on its own, and I didn’t want to let him go.

I didn’t want to have to go back to the party and see everyone. I wanted to be selfish with Jensen and his time, and a part of me was so tempted to just lock the bathroom door so we could spend all day in here, just the two of us, with no outside intrusion.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer. I felt his hand inch up my body, and I wanted so badly for him to just get to the one place I needed him, I was shaking with it.

“Jensen.” I let out a frustrated groan and felt him smile against my lips.

He cupped my breast in one hand, and I gasped out loud.

“Fuck,” he muttered against me, before he deepened the kiss. My nipples hardened from his touch, and I was sure he could feel it through the flimsy shirt and thin lacy bra I was wearing. I moved closer to him and his movements grew rougher, harder.

He pulled my nipple taut as his lips devoured mine.

My hands explored his body through his shirt. I touched his hard pecs before going down his abs. Fuck, he was perfect. I wanted to see him.

I wanted so badly, but I wasn’t sure I was ready for him to see me. See all of me.

I refrained myself from begging him to take off his shirt.

I should have had better control than this, but it seemed that had been obliterated with a simple touch from him.

Jensen pulled away first.

“Feel better?” he asked me, his breathing noticeably hard.

I looked down and played with the hem of his shirt before nodding.

He made an approving noise in the back of his throat. “Good. I don’t like it when you’re mad at me.”

“Then don’t let other women touch you,” I said, and I knew I was being unreasonable. But I didn’t care. I didn’t want anyone to touch him but me.

He took me in. Then, “Okay.”

“Just like that?”

He nodded. “Just like that.”

“You say it like it’s easy.”

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