Page 55 of Stolen Kiss

“What about me?” he asked.

“Don’t you…” I trailed off, my eyes moving to his crotch area. He was hard. I could see the outline of his dick tenting his pants. Heat moved up my spine. He looked big, even in the confines of his pants.

“I didn’t do all that with the expectation that you repay me.”

I looked up at him. “Doesn’t sound fair.”

“That’s not the point. I like that I could do this for you. I like watching you fall apart in my arms, knowing I’m the one who did it.”

He brought his fingers up to his mouth and sucked on my arousal.

My breath caught, and I paused to take in more air into my lungs.

He leaned down and kissed me, and I worked hard to not clung to him like I wanted to. “I should go,” I said softly.

“You should go,” he repeated, cupping my cheek and pressing a quick kiss to my swollen lips. I could feel his wet fingers pressed against my skin. “But I don’t want to leave you like this.”

I smiled a little. “You’re not. I’m the one saying goodbye… for now.”

I looked off to the side when I found I could no longer meet his eyes. Then he said, “Okay. For now.”

I leaned up and kissed his cheek.

He angled his head down and took me in. “Goodnight, Emilia.”

“Goodnight, Jensen.”

My hands were shaking as I reached into my bag for my keys.

I fumbled with my keys, my movements even more awkward than usual, with Jensen behind me. Finally, I got the door open, and all but stumbled inside. I turned, and he was still standing in the exact spot he had been when he was kissing me so passionately just a few moments before.

I shot him one last smile before I gently closed the door behind me and leaned against it, letting out a sigh. I looked at the empty apartment before I moved my fingers up to my lips, smiling at the tingling sensation of it.

Wow.

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