Page 60 of Unexpectedly Falling
Fishing a condom from his pocket, he tosses it next to me and takes his sweet time pulling his belt from the loops of his jeans and discarding it on the floor. Deft fingers work the button open before dragging the zipper down as my arousal pools between my legs.
I want so badly to tell him we don’t need a condom—that there’s no chance of me getting pregnant—but I can’t.
More importantly,I won’t.
Jensen doesn’t deserve my truth—not many people do. And even if wedidget there someday, it still wouldn’t change today.
My vision is unfocused, my internal debate sending me on a near spiral, but it’s not enough for me to miss the way Jensen’s hands still—the way his whole body stills.
He watches me, my eyes not quite meeting his.
Taking a step forward, his knee sinks into the mattress as his thumb and forefinger grip my chin. “Where did you go?”
“Nowhere.”
“Donotlie to me, Nessa. Ever. I won’t tolerate it.”
“You don’t get to demand my truths, Sheriff.”
To his credit, his eyes never leave mine even though the scars across my abdomen are on full display.
“Just be here with me.”
“I am.”
“Then that’s enough.” Thefor nowis left unspoken, but it hangs in the air between us just the same. He has no idea what he’s asking, but part of me hopes he sticks around long enough to try.
Standing to his full height, he shucks his jeans and boxer briefs, the movements elegant and sure as he climbs over me.
The frenzy that had him carrying me down the hall is gone and I need it back—desperately.
He’s looking at me like he wants to make love, and there’s no way in hell. Digging my nails into the hard cheeks of his ass, I do my best to pull him on top of me, my pussy damn near whimpering at the need to grind against his erection until I’m coming all over him and he’s flipping me over so he can fuck me like he promised.
“Whatever you’re thinkin’…don’t,” I hiss but it only makes him chuckle, low and dangerous.
“You sure? I’m thinkin’ about whether or not I should tie you to this bed so I can make sure I have your full attention.”
“Don’t you think you’ve teased me enough already?”
“I’ve barely gotten started, Trouble.” He smirks, sitting back as he rips open the condom and rolls it down his length. “Grip the pillow behind your head.”
He waits, and so for the first time tonight, I do what I’m told. Grabbing the other pillow, he shoves it under my hips as he pullsme toward him, his hands gripping my knees as he spreads me wide.
I’m laid out and exposed to him.
For him.
And it’s the absolute greatest high knowing he wants to devour me.
Ruin me.
Fuck me until I can’t move.
Sitting back on his heels, Jensen lines me up with his cock, my body stretched and my back arched as he pushes inside me. Long hard strokes fill me in a way that’s deliciously teasing but almost cruel. I need him hard and feral as he pounds into me—I need the release.
Like a tiny gift from heaven, he lets my knees slide up to rest in the crooks of his elbows, his fingers digging into my ass and kneading the flesh, spreading me open before slamming into me over and over.
The pace is maddening. A hard thrust followed by a slow retreat has every cell in my body primed and begging for release. My tits bounce as he buries himself inside me, my nipples aching for his tongue and his mouth. I can feel my eyelids flutter closed, the sheer ecstasy too much to handle.
