Chapter Thirty-One
Jensen is still holding back, allowing just enough of his true self to shine through to show me he’s still in there and to show me exactly what he’s currently capable of. The man standing in front of me is a mere shell of who I once knew—of the boy I grew up with, the teenager I fell in love with, and the man who left me behind. I hesitate to allow him to pull me back in his arms and be drawn back into his tangled web. I’m terrified that once I do, there will never be an escape for me. But, as I look into his pleading eyes, I know there will never be an escape for me. There never was . . .
Within the next heartbeat, I am back in his arms and our mouths crash together. This is no gentle kiss. There is no sweet embrace or slow lead up like our kiss last night. This was ten years of pent-up sexual tension, only waiting to erupt. Lips, teeth, and tongues fight for dominance. Hands roam over each other’s bodies, needing to feel the other.
Jensen takes a step back, leaving me panting for breath.
“This can end here and now,” he begins, his eyes wild and crazed. “You can go back to your room, you can accept my shitty apology, and I will see you in the morning for breakfast. Or you can stay here, but if you stay here, let me make my intentions clear, my sweet, sweet Serenity: I will be deep inside you before this night is over. The night will not end with an innocent kiss.”
My heart rate quickens at his promise.
“I will be making up for a decade of not having you in my life. I will be making up each of those years to you in my bed, and in my arms—I’ll have you coming from my motherfucking touch,” he continues. “The choice is yours. If you are leaving though, go now. Because this is now the second time you have barged into my room with nothing more than an oversized t-shirt and slutty panties on. That—let me add—seem to be rather see-through.” Goosebumps cover every inch of my body at his growl. “I am only a man—a man desperate to feel you beneath me as I sink into you.”
I gulp, trying to force myself to get the words out fast enough before I just nod my head in agreeance.
“No, I need words. If you want words from me, then I want words from you.” He’s restraining himself all while his bulge continues to grow.
“Yes.” I whimper.
“‘Yes,’ what, Serenity?” Jensen purrs.
“Yes, I want to stay.”
“Thank fuck,” was all he says before he’s on me again. He pulls my hair back, allowing himself access to my neck, nipping at my ear he kisses his way down to my collar bone.
“You have no idea how much I’ve missed your touch,” I admit.
“The feeling is mutual, baby,” he replies, guiding me backwards to his bed.
I could survive on his kisses alone as he sits me down on the edge of his bed. He gestures for me to raise my hands. I comply, lifting my arms for him to swiftly pull the shirt over my head, only to toss it across the room seconds later. I reach for his pants, unzipping them before pulling them down, allowing him to step out of them. His cock is at full attention, barely being restrained by his boxers. I look up at him, nervous with the odd turn of events. I have seen—and have been with him—before but it’s been so long, this felt like another first chance at us in more ways than one.
Sensing my hesitation, he leans down. Brushing his thumb over my lips, he whispers, “it’s okay.” Pulling his boxers down, his studded erection springs free.
“That’s new.” I say before I can fully process what I’m seeing. A true devilish smile graces his features.
“I promise you’ll thank me for it later.” Jensen taunts.
“Is that so?” I ask, never doubting his statement.
“It was a dare,” he explains, grinning mischievously. “A very painful dare, but I have grown to enjoy it.”
Curiosity getting the better of me, I reach out to investigate, stroking him gently as I do. His head immediately falls back as a deep, long moan escapes his lips. His restraint is nonexistent in that moment as he drops to his knees. Making himself level with me, he raises one of my legs and pulls my lacy, red panties down. Jensen leaves little kisses from my ankle to my upper thigh, carefully going around my center, before following the outline of my hip up to my breasts. Suckling on each nipple, he forces breathy gasps out of me. Breathless and wanting more, he brings his face back to mine in a kiss that said more than any words ever could.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” The words are a chorus leaving his lips, each word is a praise of my moans.
Every one of my moans earns another gentle touch from him.
“Get in bed.” Jensen’s words aren’t a request as I move from where I’m sitting on the edge of the bed to lying in the middle. “Good girl.” The praise nearly sends me over the edge before any true fun starts. He follows me, nestling between my thighs. “I never thought you would be here again. That I would have you again . . . ”
There is a long pause as he admires the view of me spread open in front of him, before he bows his head. In any other situation, it would have looked like worship. In a way, it is worship, each movement of his tongue bringing me a new spiritual awakening.