Page 26 of Mistletoe Hearts
For once, I didn't listen to the internal doubt. And then I leaned over and swept my lips over hers.
Chapter14
ALEX
Gently,Jensen slid his hands down my arms and wound them around his neck as he mumbled something unintelligible against my lips.
I moaned softly as Jensen's lips trailed down my neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses that sent shivers down my spine. His hands moved down to my breasts, cupping them firmly as he kneaded them gently. I arched my back, pressing my breasts into his hands, and let out a low groan.
"God, you're so sexy, Alex," Jensen whispered, his hot breath against my ear. "I want you so bad."
Fisting his hands into my hair, he kissed me again, licking into my mouth, and I couldn’t help the shiver that rolled through me. He growled low when I rolled my hips up, and I smiled to myself. At least I wasn’t the only one feeling the heat.
"Mmmmm," I moaned, sliding my hands down to his shoulders and back up to his neck, my fingers threading in his hair. I gave a tug and pulled his head back, breaking his mouth away from mine.
He kissed down my neck, biting gently then licking the sting away. His hands ran over my back, then down to my backside, squeezing with a gasp.
"I don't think I've ever wanted anyone as much as I want you right now," he murmured, his breath hot against my neck.
God he was good. "Jensen, you don't have to—"
Jensen drew back and stroked a thumb over my cheek.
“I don't have to what?" His gaze searched mine. "I've been dying to touch you ever since our first kiss. I go to bed with you on my mind and wake up hoping that you don't torture me all day with every casual touch. I've barely been holding it together all these years. You are so beautiful, some days it hurts to look at you.”
"Jensen," I whispered. In that moment, I wanted to believe him. Believe that I was somehow special to him. But a tiny voice in my head reminded me to be careful.
This is all pretend. Enjoy him now and get out unscathed.
If I believed him, I would get hurt, and I hadn’t signed on for that.
"My beautiful Alex."
I moaned, arching my back and pressing my breasts into his hands again.
"I want to watch your face as you come, Alex," he whispered, his lips against my ear. "I want to see the pleasure as I slide into you and as I bring you to orgasm."
"Oh my God," I whispered softly, my eyes drifting closed. His words were making me hotter than I thought possible. Strong hands slid down my back and under my ass, pulling me flush against his thick length.
I rocked against the length of him, and the delicious friction made me shudder.
"Oh God," I gasped as Jensen's mouth met mine again, his hot tongue sliding against mine, kissing me as if I was the air he needed. I couldn't get enough of his mouth, loving the way he moaned as we kissed and how our breathing grew ragged.
I let my hands run down his body, over his defined back and lean hips, then shifted my hand between us to palm him. "Oh fuck me," he groaned as I ran my hand over the thick length of him, feeling him throb and twitch beneath my fingers.
The roar of rushing blood in my skull drowned out all other noise. This was real. At least for now. In this moment, he was mine. Slowly, I tugged the knot of his pajamas loose. When I reached inside past the cotton, my hand closed around the heat of him, and we both hissed.
I ran my thumb over the tip of his cock, spreading the precum around and smiling to myself as he shuddered.
When my thumb found the sensitive skin on the underside of his cock and stroked repeatedly, he froze then swallowed hard.
Wow.
"Alex." My name on his tongue was both a warning and exaltation. Propped over me on his elbow, I watched in awe as his jaw ticked and he dragged in deep breaths. "Please, Alex. Do it again, baby. You're such a fucking tease, and I love it."
I grinned at him wickedly and did it again, watching as his gaze followed my hand. Slowly, I slid my hand up and down his length, over and over, varying my strokes from fast to slow, relishing in how he leaked precum. Eventually all I could hear was the sound of our labored breathing.
Jensen let his head fall back, groaning and closing his eyes, his hands sliding down my thighs and squeezing.
