Chapter 16 – Kenzie
Chapter Sixteen
Kenzie
I loved kissing Jensen. I loved that the very act of his lips on mine blocked out all the doubts and worries that clouded my mind.
I loved how I felt with his arms around me—safe, secure, like I could let my guard down and trust him with my care.
And while both of those things were wonderful, they were nothing compared to the heady rush I felt as I walked in from the patio. I knew he was watching me—could practically feel the heavy-lidded smolder.
He wanted me just as much as I wanted him. I was going to combust if he didn’t help me get some relief.
He closed and locked the door behind us. As he turned back to me and slid his arms around me, I thought it was a hug, but when he dipped his body a bit and flexed his biceps, I realized he was picking me up.
I couldn’t help the squeak that left my lips. He grinned at me, smug and sexy, knowing exactly what he was doing. Safe in his arms, I relaxed in his embrace just as he shifted me, encouraging me to wrap my legs around his waist.
The move plastered me to his solid wall of a chest and gave me a sweet hit of friction, bringing me right up against the hardness I’d gripped in my hand.
A soft groan escaped me. Yes . I wanted this contact. Craved it.
Once I locked my feet together, cinched around him, I tried my best to grind against him. I was desperate to relieve the ache that was rising to a crescendo within me.
Then suddenly, he stopped and my back hit a wall. Jensen dug his hand into my hair to hold me still and devoured my mouth. He cupped my ass harder, each dig of his fingers into my flesh ramping up my desire. At this rate, I’d combust before we made it to the bed.
I tried to grind against him harder, and his deep growl echoed through the quiet space as he assaulted my mouth in the most delicious way.
Jensen wouldn’t be hurried, no matter how much more force and effort I put into rubbing against him.
It was torture, yet not.
My wicked fantasy of finally getting this man naked was a sensual experience that I did want to savor. Yet I was too desperate for relief to want to take it slow.
I wanted him inside me. Now .
He finally peeled us back from the wall and walked me—way too slowly, his lips still plundering mine—the rest of the way into his room. As soon as he reached his bed and set me down on the edge of his mattress, I decided to take matters into my own hands.
I stood quickly, surprising him, and pushed him back, starting to remove my jeans.
“No.” He grabbed my hands, stilling my progress.
“Jensen. I want?—”
“I said after you, City. I meant it.” He kissed me tenderly, making my toes curl. “Let me take care of you.”
My heart expanded, swelling with too many emotions I couldn’t catalogue all at once. He wanted to what now? Take care of me?
“I didn’t realize I’d become your burden to take care of,” I muttered as he released my hands and undid the button of my pants, pushing them gently down my legs and taking my panties with them.
“Burden?” he scoffed, reaching up to unbutton my shirt. His lips trailed kisses along my neck, and I rolled my head to the side to accommodate him.
“You think this is a burden?” He pushed his erection into me. I gasped, stunned at the exquisite pressure at my center.
“Make no mistake, City. I want you.” Finished with my shirt, he moved his fingers to my bra and unclasped it. “I need you.”
I shivered as his fingertips traced up the swells of my breasts. My nipples hardened as he passed them. Oh, please. More . I ached everywhere, but that teasing touch of his hands on my skin sent a bolt of need straight to my core.
He lifted his hands to my shoulders, shedding the last of my clothes and exposing all of me to his view.
When he picked me up and laid me gently on the bed, a fresh rush of desire claimed me. As I leaned up, resting on my elbows, he followed me down, spreading my thighs to make room for himself between my legs.
“But I want to take care of you first. I’ve been dreaming about touching you, tasting you, since you first showed up at the garage.” His words sent a shiver through me just as much as his hand running down my waist, across my hip, and teasing me between my legs. I could feel the calluses along his fingertips as he touched my most sensitive flesh. I wasn’t sure I’d ever felt anything so sexy.
I swallowed hard and closed my eyes, relishing the exquisite feeling of him touching me. I’d never been with a man who wanted to see to my needs before his own. Who wanted to focus on my pleasure before taking his .
“Does that sound good to you?”
I blinked at him as his fingers slowly glided in and out of me. Bracing himself on one arm, he hovered over me and pressed soft kisses to first one breast then the other.
“Does it sound good?” I could barely get the words out, I was squirming against him so hard. “It sure as hell feels good.”
His smile was slow, sexy. “It feels good to me too.” Then he closed his mouth over my nipple, licking and sucking at the same time he added another finger to my wet heat.
I dropped my head back and moaned, relishing the torment, pushing my hips at his hand, needing more.
“Like this?” He used his thumb to apply pressure right where I needed it, and pleasure arced through me in an almost savage wave.
I fell back on the bed, losing the strength to hold myself up anymore. He followed me down, determined to keep up the sweet torture of my breasts with his mouth as he drove me crazy between my legs with his fingers. I gripped his hair and locked his head to my chest.
“Yes. Please. So good.” I could barely think, let alone speak. Never had I met a man who would check with me like this. I’d never encountered a lover who needed to see how I wanted it, how I liked it.
“I want to give you what you crave, City,” he growled as he moved back to my other nipple, sucking harder and using his teeth.
“Yes.” I hardly recognized my own voice. “Please, Jensen. Please.”
He dipped down, rubbing himself along my thigh, and I knew he was just as turned on as I was, yet he was still fully clothed.
The thought of Jensen holding himself back for the purpose of prioritizing my pleasure made me burn hotter. He meant it. He wasn’t just talking it up and making false promises about taking care of me. He was sacrificing his own release.
“I want you to come apart for me.” He increased the tempo and pressure of his thumb, and I couldn’t hold back the orgasm that crashed over me, ripping his name from my lips.
He didn’t stop his fingers or thumb, prolonging the drag against my flesh. He sucked harder, his mouth tugging on my nipple, and made a deep, gravelly sound—one I’d daydreamed about more than once.
I scraped my nails over his scalp, sighing at the fading waves of release. He didn’t retreat until I’d relaxed from his onslaught on my body.
Even as I lay there as a human puddle, I knew I wanted to make this just as good for Jensen.
He slid off his clothes and headed toward the bathroom. A second later, he came back with a condom. I watched as he slid it on and crawled back onto the bed.
“I want you inside me.” My voice was low, husky, well loved.
“There’s nothing I want more.” He lifted my leg and aligned himself to slide into me.
I groaned with every delicious inch of him stretching me. He dragged his body against mine, spreading his kisses and stroking his tongue up my neck and over to my ear. Heat streaked through me, and I melted into him when he nipped then suckled at the tiny sting. I hugged him close as he pushed in to the hilt. Locking my legs around his waist, I focused on breathing and the wonderful friction as his body slid against mine.
“Still feel good?”
My God. He was going to slay me with his thoughtfulness.
I nodded, and he pulled out, only to drive back in slowly. Over and over, he teased my sensitive flesh.
I clung to him as the pace increased, digging my nails into his back, urging him faster. I could feel the pressure building inside me again. He growled, kissing the underside of my jaw as his thrusting increased. Before I could catch my breath, he sent me soaring into ecstasy one more time.
Jensen jerked as his own orgasm took him, and he buried his face in my neck. I rode out the fluttering sensations of pleasure, and when I came down from it all, I felt relaxed and sluggish with the inescapable tug of sleep.
All I had the ability to do was nestle into his arms. Wrapped in his embrace and curled against his chest, I was seconds away from drifting into what I was sure would be the best sleep I’d had since all my trouble started.