Page 35 of The Prodigal Son

Releasing a heavy breath, he adds, “I don’t want to be a tour stop.”

I wince as I press my body against his. “I don’t want you to be a tour stop, either.”

Our words say one thing, but our bodies say something completely different. He presses me against the wall in the hallway, where anyone could walk by at any moment, but I don’t care. Right now, there’s only his mouth, his hands, his body.

When Jensen kisses me, it feels like he’s been starved for so long. It’s ravenous. His large hand engulfs my throat as he tips my head back to dive deeper into my mouth. It’s so intense that my legs begin to weaken, and I forget how to breathe.

Then his hips grind against mine again, and I feel his rigid length align with my own. We moan in unison.

“I’m starting to rethink this decision,” I mumble into his mouth.

“Me too,” he pants, grinding again.

I do not want to come in this hallway in the same pants I have to ride home in. I’m thinking about pushing him away, but I don’t have the strength. He feels too good.

Thankfully, he’s the one to put distance between us again. “Fuck,” he mutters as he runs his hands through his hair and paces away from me.

I’m feeling the same. Tense and needy, and I know if I let my body have too much control, I’d say fuck the rules and let him pull me into that hotel room.

And I’ll admit, it’s cute to see him so flustered. I love the effect I have on him.

“I should probably get going,” I say as I step away from the wall.

“When can I see you again?” he asks.

He wants to see me again.

“We’ll be in Vegas this weekend,” I say with a shrug.

His eyes narrow with a wince. “I have to work this weekend.”

“Okay…Denver? Tuesday night.”

As he watches my face, I feel so vulnerable. The cryptic expressions are starting to go to my head.

“Talk to me, Jensen. I can’t tell if you’re deliberating how much you want to see me again or if there’s something else worrying you.”

Closing the distance, he crowds me again. His tall frame and handsome face fill my vision as he touches my cheek.

“I want to see you again. I was just wondering if I could wait that long.”

Why the fuck are my insides being assaulted by butterflies? I think I’m melting, actually fucking melting. I have never swooned so goddamn hard in my life. This guy is going to fuck me up, isn’t he? When he says things like that and looks so fucking good, I know I’m in for something.

Please don’t hurt me.

“Five days feels like a hundred,” I murmur in return.

Leaning in, he kisses me again, but it’s softer this time. After a few minutes, he pulls away for the fourth time tonight and looks pained while doing it.

“I’ll see you in Denver,” he whispers.

As he puts his hand on the hotel door, I take a backward step toward the elevator. At this point, I’m probably late, and Lola will have my head when I get back, but this was worth it.Sogoddamn worth it.

“See you in Denver,” I reply as I press the elevator button.

A moment later, it chimes, and the doors open. I leave his sight and step into the elevator, collapsing against the back wall as I let the last three hours wash over me.

Then, just before the doors close, Jensen shoves his hand in to stop them. Bursting into the elevator, he says, “Just one more.”

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