Chapter 22 – Jensen
Chapter Twenty-Two
Jensen
When I mentioned skinny-dipping in the hot tub, Kenzie’s breath hitched. She lowered her lids, and that shy look shot straight to my gut. I didn’t miss how she leaned toward me.
I’d take care of her however she wanted me to. Her comfort was key. That didn’t necessarily mean sex, though.
Clothes or no clothes in that hot tub, sex would still be her call. I wasn’t going to push.
“I’ll go get changed. I think I left a suit here last time that I didn’t use. You can decide if you want to go au naturel or find something to wear. Towels are stacked out there too. Up to you.”
I turned from her, going back to the bedroom to find my suit. Maybe she was modest. Maybe getting naked in the hot water wasn’t something she wanted to consider right now. She would be fine there, but I hadn’t considered the vulnerability I was asking of her.
Maybe asking her to get naked out in the open air was too much. She could be focusing on needing to run to safety, an engrained instinct, not wanting to get frisky or soak like this. I should’ve thought about that.
As I changed, I wondered if I’d find her sitting in the swirling, steaming water or if she would just be seated near the tub, still in her clothes, debating passing on the opportunity. I was pleasantly surprised when I stepped out there and found her in it.
Kenzie sat with her long hair piled into a messy bun high atop her head. Her face glowed with a sheen of moisture. Under the lights projecting up from the bottom of the tub, shadows lit her gorgeous face, those high cheekbones so pronounced that they gave her a sense of mystery.
My heart raced. I was relieved she’d taken me up on this and had gotten in. And that relief turned into a wicked thrill when I saw she had, in fact, gone without any sort of swimsuit. I schooled my features and attempted to get my lust under control. I ordered my cock to stand down.
She looked like an angel, relaxed and smiling.
This was about seeing to her needs. Her comfort. Nothing more, just that.
Unless she wanted something else.
“You coming in?” she asked quietly.
I nodded, stepping into the water. Stinging prickles lanced up my feet and legs, but it felt good. The hot water and the cool air on the sheltered deck felt like the perfect balance. I stepped in farther, submerging more of my body and soaking in the heated liquid.
Bubbles frothed on the surface, hiding her body from view. I tried not to look. I hadn’t taken enough time to learn and memorize her body when we were together, and I wouldn’t ask for it now. She had to let me know if that was what she needed. With all the control I could manage, I sank in and sat next to her, letting my head drop back on the headrest as I sighed.
“This feels so good.”
Her faint laughter made me smile. “I’ll say.”
I rolled my shoulders, trying to work out the kinks from my night of dozing in the chair. She watched me, not quite smiling but reflective.
“Still tense?” I regretted it as soon as I spoke. Of course she was. Spending five minutes in a hot tub wouldn’t erase everything that had happened in the past twenty-four hours.
“Yeah.” She lifted one hand and set it on her shoulder, rubbing there.
“Let me.” I raised my arm, offering for her to come sit in front of me.
Asking her to move closer felt like torture, but she accepted my offer. Water lapped toward me as she slid over. I turned slightly, going for the corner seat in the tub, and spread my legs apart so she could fit between them.
The second she leaned back toward me, her ass nestled between my thighs, I jolted at the spark of pure need that spiraled through me.
Fuck .
Thinking about her naked had been bad enough, but now, as I spread my hands over her smooth skin, I was in hot water—literally and figuratively.
Her moans didn’t help. Each time I kneaded the tight areas on her shoulders, she let out the sexiest sounds of appreciation, every one of them making me even harder.
The way she tilted her head to the side, giving me more access, provided more of a view that I couldn’t resist. This show of her trust hit me straight in the heart, and I warred with trying to stay on course with the massage. I was aching for more.
I blinked, stuck on the sight of the tops of her breasts, so silky and wet. I sucked in a quick breath when she pushed back into me, almost flush to my chest.
There was no way she couldn’t feel me now. But she didn’t seem offended. She was…
“Jensen?” She purred my name, raising her hand out of the water.
“Yeah?” I cleared my throat since my voice came out ridiculously strained. My mouth was dry. I was painfully hard. I wasn’t sure how I was controlling my breathing and my desire for this woman.
She slid her hand up my arm behind her, until her fingers were resting behind my neck.
“Kiss me, Jensen.” She trailed her fingers into my hair, holding my head and twisting to press her face to mine.
I didn’t need any further prompting. I covered her mouth with my own, brushing my lips over hers and opening for her tongue, as she moaned into my mouth. I slid my hand underwater to press against her stomach, trying to hold her still.
Except she had no interest in staying still. She only had an interest in driving me crazy by grinding back against me, seeking me out beneath the swirling bubbles.
Turning around fully, she ended up straddling me on the hard plastic seat. Her thighs bracketed mine. Keeping her arms looped around my neck, she kissed me until we were both breathless.
Not that that took long with the way she was pressed against me, rubbing herself up and down in sensually slow lifts. If she kept this up, I wasn’t going to last.
“Jensen…” She ended on a sigh, framing my face as she caught her breath. She tracked her nails down my cheeks and over my jaw, the bite perfectly painful. She leaned back and I caught her, roaming her back with both my hands. I didn’t waste one second more before nuzzling my face between those sweet, tempting breasts.
She ground against me, pushing down on my straining cock. Every time I swirled my tongue around her nipple and sucked hard, she gasped and moaned louder.
“These shorts have to go. Right damn now.” She sat back up and dipped her hand underwater to grab my cock. Her hold on me wasn’t dainty or shy. With a firm grip, she stroked me up and down, pushing me closer to the edge.
“Not here,” I growled and kissed my way down her throat.
“But—”
I stood, holding her in my arms. Having sex in the tub wouldn’t be a bad idea, but I wasn’t ready for this to be over yet. She deserved more.
“I’m not done making sure I’ve kneaded all the tension out of you.”
I set her feet down, both of us shivering slightly from the change in temperature.
“Oh, I’m relaxed,” she teased, reaching out to stroke me once more.
“Hmm. I need to make sure.” I sidestepped her hand and directed her to the corner where the towels were stored. If she gripped me one more time, I’d end up losing it and embarrassing myself.
I wasn’t above a little tempting, though. So, before she could reach for a towel, I dropped my shorts, letting myself spring free. I could feel myself getting even harder under her molten gaze.
She stared at me and licked her lips, as if readying herself for a taste. The sight of her lustful stare was about to set me off once again. She started to lower herself to her knees on the deck, but I leaned forward and swooped her over my shoulder, and I darted inside. She let out a squeal and laughed, and I loved the carefree sound. Wanted to hear it over and over.
I stepped back after lowering her to the bed, taking my time looking over her silky skin and sexy curves as she was laid out on my bed. All naked and open for me.
She leaned up on an elbow, watching me look my fill.
“Ahem,” she said. “About that tension…”
I arched a brow as she trailed her hand down between her breasts and angling toward her hips. When her finger stroked toward the sweetness I wanted to devour between her legs, she sighed. “I’m really tense right here.”
I grinned. This woman would be the death of me. She wasn’t shy in telling me exactly what she wanted in a sultry, sexy manner that kicked my desire for her up another notch. She knew what she wanted, and the fact that she wanted it with me had me wishing I could worship her for the rest of our days.
Hell, if I wasn’t falling in love with this woman.
I dropped onto the bed, more than ready to deliver.
“Here?” I asked, kissing up her thighs until I was between her legs. I made sure to stroke my tongue all the way up until I found her clit. “Oh yes, definitely tension here that needs taking care of.”
“Ah, yes! There.” Kenzie slumped back on the bed as I ravished her.
I didn’t stop. After making her come twice, I gave in to her demands to fill her. As if I wanted to do anything else.
Holding her afterward, I knew this was very definitely more than just hooking up for me.
Looked like opposites did attract.
And now, all I had to do was figure out a way to make it last.