Page 43 of Unexpectedly Falling
“Yeah, but it’s criminal how good you look right now.” The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them, and now that little hint of a smile has stretched into an awfully smug one.
“Too bad I’m toonicefor you…” He trails off, intentionally letting my words settle between us, and I growl because I’m horny and frustrated and dammit, I justneedsome relief.
“I’m going to go run.”
“Better leave enough time to get yourself off in the shower, Ness.” My mouth falls open as his eyes darken to match a lookthat’s almost predatory. “I’d hate for everyone you have to see today to suffer because you’re in desperate need of an orgasm.”
“I amnotdesperate. I can take care of myself, thank you very much.”
Dragging his eyes down my body, he lifts a shoulder and then lets it drop. “Must have misunderstood.” Dropping his eyes to my mouth, he lets his gaze linger before returning to meet mine. “Mymistake.”
He’s taunting me.
And it’s working.
Because that kisshadbeen a mistake—for Remi’s sake. But for two consenting adults it was damn near heavenly. And I want to do it again and again because Jensen Kade knows how tokiss,and I want his mouth and tongue all over me.
The frustration builds inside me tenfold.
“This is only temporary,” I say calmly, but his only response is the tensing of his jaw.
His stupid, sexy jaw.
I want to scream and stomp and launch myself into his arms. I want to grind myself against every inch of his cock just to get a little relief and then beg him to fuck me until I forget my own name.
But I don’t do any of that. Instead, I change quickly and cross the yard to the shed and enter the code. The door beeps and I swing it open enough to slip inside before closing it against the cold.
Flipping the lights on, I glare at the treadmill and then again at my phone as it buzzes in my hand.
KINSLEY: Don’t even think about skipping your run this morning
NESSA: I was thinking no such thing
KINSLEY: Liar
KINSLEY: You texted me at 3:30 this morning—you’re exhausted—of course you want to skip the run
NESSA: I really hate you sometimes
KINSLEY: No you don’t
KINSLEY: Now go before I have to whip out the shouty caps
Growling,I toss my phone in the cupholder of the treadmill and start stretching.
My workout hadn’t helpedto ease the tension, and I have half a mind to throw open the door and ask Jensen if I can sit on his face before I leave.
But that’s the lack of sleep talking.
And that train of thought comes to a screeching halt when I peek into the living room and find him fast asleep with Remi sprawled over his bare chest, just like I had imagined. Her little mouth is open, her hand clutching his necklace as his arm holds her protectively against him.
The scene makes my eyelids flutter shut as I brace a hand on the wall for support. This is what I’ve tried so desperately to avoid. This is what I couldn’t bear getting close to.
But there’s no chance of my ovaries exploding from cuteness overload.
Because I don’t have them.
And I haven’t for a long time.
