“Please,” I pleaded.
“Oh, I do like when you ask nicely,” he said with a grin.
“Then, let me try again,” I said, bringing his lips down to mine. “Please, oh, please, Jensen Wright, fuck me. Fuck me right now.”
He located a condom in his jacket pocket and slid it on before positioning himself at my opening. He positioned himself on his forearms so that he could kiss my lips one more time. My hands rested on his biceps.
God, I want this. I want him.
“I’d like to give you what you want, Miss Robinson,” Jensen said, teasing his dick against my pussy. “I might have to hear you ask one more time.”
I hooked my legs around his back and tried to tug him forward. I even lifted my hips off the ground, but he easily held me at bay.
“I want you inside me. All of you. Until you have me screaming again from your cock and not just your mouth.”
“Fuck,” he whispered and then slid inside me.
I rocked my head back and moaned at the feel of him stretching and filling me. It was perfect. Utter bliss. This was even better than I’d thought it would be. He started moving in and out of me, and I used my leverage to meet his practiced thrusts. He was controlled and methodical, and I was aching for more.
He was devilishly grinning at me, as if he knew how much I wanted him to fuck me senseless. But he held back as he worked me into an uncontrollable frenzy. Until I was right on the brink of the biggest orgasm of my life. Until I was ready to beg him to let me release.
“Jensen, God, please. Harder.”
He picked me up off the rug, and let our naked bodies be silhouetted by the firelight. He held me up in his arms with his hands on my hips. Then, he moved me up and down on his dick as hard and as rough as I had just pleaded with him for. My tits bounced in his face, and his cock drove into me. And, as our slicked bodies were hitting the peak, I screamed out his name into the cold night air. He grunted and came inside me a few thrusts later.
We both sat perfectly still, collapsing in on each other.
“Wow,” I whispered. “Holy fucking wow.”
“You can say that again.”
“We’re…we’re going to need to do that again.”
“A few times.”
Jensen was right. As we spent the rest of the night in each other’s arms, we found that he did like my screams best when I rode him.
Chapter 13
Jensen
I came to, holding a beautiful, naked woman in my arms. My eyes jolted awake, as I was unable to believe the turn of events. Not because I’d had the most amazing sex of my life. Or that the person I’d had it with was Emery Robinson. Or even that I was enjoying having her in my arms the next morning.
It was because I had slept.
I had really slept.
My eyes darted to the red alarm clock on the nightstand next to the bed we had migrated into at some ungodly hour last night. But, right now, it read nine o’clock.
Nine o’clock.
I had slept for seven blissful hours. I didn’t even care that I was late for work for the first time in my life or that I probably had a thousand emails and just as many texts and calls to find out if I was alive. I hadn’t slept seven straight hours since my father died nearly a decade ago.
“Mmm,” Emery groaned, rolling over to face me.
In the light of day, she was even more gorgeous than lit by candlelight, and I hadn’t thought that was possible. I’d been a fool to think she was beautiful as she could get coated in makeup with her hair done. Here she was with traces of last night’s mascara on her eyelashes and her hair down and messy in a freshly fucked way, and I was done. I was…totally fucked.
“What time is it?” she asked.
“Nine.”
“That early?” She stretched her arm out.
“Mmhmm,” I said, suddenly realizing how utterly fucked I was. Utterly and completely fucked. I needed to get out of here and stop this now.
I couldn’t have had fucking incredible sex and slept through a whole night with a woman who was so wrong for me on every level. Attachments were overrated, and I had prided myself on being emotionally unavailable. I needed to find that in me now.
Emery Robinson had belonged to Landon. She was living in Austin. She’d grown up here. And I could think of a hundred other strikes against her.
I flung the covers off my naked body and moved to get out of bed. Emery reached for me with her delicate little fingers, and I careened away from her. I avoided her gaze. I didn’t want to see if she was hurt. I wasn’t an asshole. I just…couldn’t do this. I couldn’t feel anything for her.