Chapter 18
eighteen
. . .
Brynnlee
I stretch and instantly freeze,feeling a strong body at my side. Memories of last night flood my mind and a warm sensation floods my body.
Jensen is by far the best lover I’ve ever had. He’s very generous, very attentive, and the stamina.
Whew! If we could bottle that up and resell it we’d be millionaires.
Looking over at him I take him in for a moment without moving. The sounds of his snores fill the room. He is sprawled out on his back, sleeping with one arm thrown over his eyes. His body is completely relaxed, like he hasn’t slept soundly in weeks and the exhaustion has finally hit him all at once.
Slipping from the bed careful not to wake him, I grab my robe off the back of my closet door. Bringing it around my body, I push my arms inside the silk material and tie the belt at my waist.
Stepping outside into the hall, I close the door behind me and walk toward the kitchen. The closer I get the more I smell the fresh brewed coffee and I know that I’ll be met with Taylor waiting in the kitchen.
There she stands on the opposite side of the counter, hiding her smile behind her cup. I know already that I’m in for it when she lowers her cup and arches her brow.
“Stop,” I try to detour her and really should have known that it”s impossible to interrupt her when she is on a mission.
“Stop what?” She tries to contain her laughter.
“You know what.”
“I’m just impressed you’re walking after the noises I heard coming from your bedroom last night.”
“Stop,” I try again, knowing I’m only wasting my time. She is relentless when she feels she has something to prove.
“Seriously.” She widens her eyes. “You are my hero.”
“Taylor,” I warn and she laughs.
“I mean whew, it was like listening to porn, but not seeing it. Really dirty, hot porn.”
“You are ridiculous.” Thinking back to what took place she isn’t entirely wrong. There were a lot of words being shouted.
“Honestly though I think you should move your headboard away from the wall for next time. With that kind of pounding you”re bound to put a hole through the drywall.”
“Oh my God!” I cover my eyes and groan.
“You did shout that a few times.”
“I’m done.” Holding my hands up in surrender she doesn’t stop.
“After the marathon sex you had I’m surprised you are functioning.”
I do nothing but stare at my best friend.
“Seriously though, all jokes aside, he’s packing isn’t he?”
Just then Jensen steps into the kitchen, his jeans on, but still unbuckled. He’s shirtless and his hair is sticking out in every direction looking oversexed and handsome. I wonder if he heard the previous conversation.
“Morning.” He yawns and looks over at the coffeepot. “Mind if I have a cup?”
“Help yourself.” Taylor motions toward the cups and as he steps up to the pot. Taylor looks back at me widening her eyes. “Wow!” she mouths.
I can’t argue. I pin my lip with my teeth to keep from laughing. Scanning over his strong back I notice the claw marks and my eyes widen before I look to the floor. I know Taylor saw my reaction when she spoke.
“Hey, Jensen.” I lift my gaze to meet Taylor and see the mischievous look on her face. “Do you have a cat?”
No! She did not! I will kill her!
His brows furrow as he turns around and lifts his cup to his lips.
“Taylor,” I offer in warning and she lifts her hands in the air in surrender.
“I’m just saying.” She points to his back and he looks back over his shoulder trying to see what she’s pointing at. “Declawing might help.”
She walks down the hall like she didn’t just out me and leave me in an awkward situation.
His bare feet shuffle along the tile floor until he is standing before me. I lift my gaze to meet his. “Don’t even think about cutting those nails.” Jensen grins, leaning in to press a soft kiss to my lips. “I love my battle scars, confirms that you love the way I feel inside you as much as I love the feeling of you wrapped around me.”
My cheeks heat.
“I’m going to be tied up with interviews and interrogations for the next few days.” He remains close, his coffee now on the counter behind me and his hands on each side, caging me in. “I’m not sure what that’s going to mean as far as free time.”
“I get it.”
Stepping closer, he cups the side of my face, forcing me to see him and only him.
“Last night was incredible,” he confesses. “Knocked me on my ass, sweetheart, right on my ass.”
His powerful shoulders flex. “Don’t want you to think for a minute that what we shared doesn’t have me wanting to skip out on all the shit I have waiting for me at the station.”
“I’ve got a lot of things at work to get through this week too.” I don’t want him to think I need some kind of reassurance that he didn’t just show up at my place in the middle of the night to get laid.
He is watching me and I can’t quite gauge what he’s thinking. A tormented look is in his eyes, and he watches rescanning over my face, still holding me close.
“Babe, I don’t think you get what I’m saying.” Again he skims over my lips with his, sending chills across my back and down my arms. “I don’t want to leave.” He holds my stare. “I don’t know where the hell you came from, Brynn, but you’ve got me all tied up.”
I smile, unable to stop myself.
How can I not find joy in his confession? He’s a strong confident man, a powerful force, one that has everyone turning their heads when he enters a room.
“Yeah,” he adds. “I thought you’d like that confession.” His mouth covers mine and all thoughts escape me as he once again kisses me until my entire body feels like it’s floating through the clouds.