Someday Never Came

Chapter Thirty-Four

Jensen watches me from across the room when I roll over in bed. He grins, seeming amused but before he breaks the serene silence, I grab the pillow from under my head and throw it over my face to block out the sun’s early rays. With a groan, I throw myself back against the mattress with as much force as I can muster in an attempt to go back to sleep.

I must succeed in falling back asleep, because I wake up again when he enters the room. The sound of the old wooden floors creak beneath him and the smell of coffee rises me from my poor attempt at more sleep, which I am learning is an impossible task anyway in a house full of military men who are used to waking at dawn.

Begrudgingly, I roll back over peeking half of my face out from under the pillow, happily willing to suffocate between its weight and the scent of him still lingering on the pillowcase. A perk from sleeping in his bed: waking to cinnamon and sandalwood. I would know his aroma anywhere, I could breathe it in for a thousand lifetimes and never grow tired of its deep, smooth, and alluring undertones. Something about cinnamon and sandalwood has always been fitting for Jensen. Its complexity is a sense of comfort, mixed with sensual masculinity.

Fuck. This man smells like heaven.

A fresh batch of hormones races through me as memories from last night rush back. Biting back a moan, I fight the urge to drag him back into bed and make up for every day and night we spent apart, to make up for all the orgasms I’ve missed out on from his touch. The blush covering my cheeks must be giving away where my mind has traveled to while taking in every inch of the man in front of me. Jensen smirks as he leans back against the closed door, casually holding out a cup of steaming coffee as a peace offering for waking me. I meet his gaze to see one eyebrow raised in question before he grins mischievously down at me.

My eyes don’t stay locked with his however, they betray me as they travel down the mouthwatering, thigh clenching view standing across the room. He stands just out of reach, but within perfect distance for my viewing pleasure. His dog-tags gleam from the sun shining through the window. The contrast of the silver against his bronzed skin and impressively toned chest is a glorious sight. Gray sweatpants do very little to hide the bulge pressing against the soft material, making another blush fill my cheeks. I bite my lower lip and force my eyes to travel back up his physique to meet his eyes again.

Jensen’s hair is messy and disheveled. Five o’clock shadow traces the outline of his jaw from his lack of obsessive grooming that the military enforces. At the moment, I’m grateful to the military for one thing and one thing alone: his training toned every inch of him. It transformed him from the lanky boy I once knew into the man who now grins devilishly down at me with obvious lust. Oops . . .

“Good morning, Serenity,” he speaks in a low, seductive tone. “If you are done eye-fucking me, I have coffee for you. But if you prefer, I don’t mind waking you up in other ways.”