“You keep that up, I’m going to come before I even
put my dick inside you.”
“We can’t have that.” She grinned against his mouth, her eyes bright in the darkness.
“You’ll just have to control yourself, Dean. I’m having…” A hot little whimper rose
in her throat before she managed to say, “Fun.”
“Fun.”
He leaned back and caught the hem of her shirt. “If this is fun, let’s see what else
I can do to entertain.”
* * *
Jensen thought he’d take her to the bedroom.
She’d expected a slow, lazy seduction.
Something sweet and easy and maybe she could have a chance to catch her breath.
What she got was heat .
Everything inside her seemed to melt as his hands raced over her. Long, agile fingers
grabbed the hem of her shirt and before she had a chance to steady herself, he stripped
it off. Two seconds later, her bra followed. She blinked, dazed, and looked down just
in time to see him trailing his fingers down the midline of her torso.
“So damn pretty,” he mused, his voice low and dark and smooth. It sent shivers down
her spine and she found herself mesmerized by the sight of his hands on her. His hands,
beautiful and so dark against her flesh, slid up and cupped her breasts.
She could feel a blush rising up to stain her cheeks red. She’d never been terribly
self-conscious but in that moment, she was. Her body was what it was—strong, capable,
not overly female.
“Look at me.”
Slowly, she lifted her head and found herself staring into his eyes.
“I think I’ve imagined seeing you naked about a thousand times now,” he said. “I didn’t
even come close.”
She didn’t know how to respond to that. Fortunately, she didn’t have to. He dipped
his head. She curled her arm around his head, gasping as his mouth closed over her
nipple, hot and hungry. The rough texture of dreadlocks against her arm, the silk
of his mouth, the heat of his body. Everything else in the world spiraled away and
she lost herself to just the sensations and the pleasure.
Her feet hit the ground and she snarled as he let her go.
But all he did was reach for the waistband of her jeans. “You’re overdressed.”
Falling back against the door, she stared at him in drugged, hungry fog. A few seconds
later, cool air kissed her flesh as he came back over her, his elbows rising to bracket
her in against the wood at her back. “There aren’t enough hours in the night for what
I want to do to you,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her neck, her shoulder. “But
that’s not going to stop me from trying.”
She hummed under her breath as he moved lower, pressing a line of kisses down her
torso, along her belly. The muscles there quivered and she hissed a little. He smiled
and flicked her a decidedly devilish smile. “Ticklish, baby?”
“No.” She probably put more force behind that than she should have.
He laughed and trailed his fingers across her abdomen, watching as she jumped.
“Don’t!”
He chuckled. “Don’t worry. I got other things on my mind. For now.”
A second later, she groaned and fisted her hands against the door. Her knees threatened
to give out underneath her.
His mouth pressed against her core and the blistering heat threatened to drive her
insane.
His tongue parted her flesh and the pleasure was a whip against her senses. Her knees
tried to give out and then his hands were there, bracing her at her hips while the
pleasure ripped through her. She caught his shoulders, stared down at his head, pressed
so intimately against her.
This was …
It was too …
She bit her lip, trying to resist the urge to close her thighs as he—
Oh …
She tensed and tried to pull away.
Dean caught one thigh, steadied her. “No. I don’t think so, Jensen. I just got here.”
He nuzzled at her entrance and she clapped a hand over her mouth to keep from shrieking.
He shot her a look. “Now why you have to do that? I