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When he notched himself between my thighs, I reached for him. "I cannot believe I've managed to go all this time without ever watching you come. I need to see it again," he murmured against my lips before kissing me deep.
I could taste myself on his tongue as he fisted my hair and kissed me thoroughly.
I whimpered and tugged at his hair when the blunt head of his cock brushed over my clit. He thrust his hips, and I cried out, my back bowing off the bed.
When he pulled away, I spread my legs wider and lifted my hips to his.
“Alex,” he swallowed hard. “Put me inside you. I don’t trust myself to go slow.”
When I reached for him, both of us groaned. I loved how he felt, pulsing and hot in my hand.
I drew him to me, circling the stiff length of him at my opening briefly. He cursed, and his arms shook as they steadied him over me. His hips bucked, and I tightened my hold.
When I finally stopped teasing and positioned him, directing him into my softness, I gasped. He was so hot and electric and big. I let my eyes flutter closed, but he stopped me.
“No, Alex. Look at me. Watch me as I take you. Know who’s making love to you right now.”
Oh, God.The combination of his dirty talk and his slow advance and retreat had me hovering somewhere betweenI’m going to comeandI can die happy now.
When he started to move, I did the one thing I never let myself do; I finally let go of all the stress and the doubt and let myself enjoy it.
“That’s it, Alex. That’s it. Let go for me.”
My release came on quick, stunning me as the heat and bliss rushed from my spine to the center of my body. He’d just sunk to the hilt when the tremors started from inside my thighs. I tried to hold it back, but he wouldn’t let me.
“Don’t you dare rob me of this. I want to see you come, Alex. Let go,” he muttered through gritted teeth.
And I did. The rolling waves of orgasm disoriented me, fogging my brain, making it impossible to command my muscles to do anything other than hold on tight to him.
“Jesus, Alex, so beautiful, so hot.” The words flowed from him, unrestrained. And I felt another orgasm build inside me as he slid into me again. I started to move my hips again, and he chuckled on a retreating stroke.
“God, you’ll be the death of me.”
But he kept making love to me. Taking his time. No rush, as if I wasn’t already coiled tight enough that I’d snap. As if he wasn’t pulsing inside me. But his clenched jaw and furrowed brow told me he was working on holding back, waiting for me.
“Come on, baby, I’m not going without you.”
Jensen slid a hand between our bodies and found my clit. With a series of deft, sure strokes, another wave of bliss bit into me.
The moment my walls clamped around his length, threatening to hold him inside me forever, he started to come. He scooped his hand under my ass, holding me to him so tight I worried I wouldn’t be able to breathe ever again.
Finally, he collapsed, rolling to the side and bringing me with him. Too limp to do anything else, I didn’t fight it. In that moment, I knew I was in trouble.
Maybe it was seconds, but it felt like hours had passed when he finally eased out of me. I was too tired to open my eyes, but there was a shift of weight on the bed, and he took his heat with him.
I curled onto my side to nurse the rejection, but instead, he returned with a warm washcloth, gently turning me to my back and parting my thighs.
After he cleaned me, he climbed back into bed with me, pulling me snug against himself. Neither one of us spoke. Either we were too exhausted, or we were terrified of what the heck we'd just done to our friendship.
Chapter15
JENSEN
HadI ever felt like this? That desperate, cloying, jump-out-of-my-skin feeling? Making love to Alex was like making love to a live wire. How had I never known? How had we never done this before?
But now what? I still couldn't believe that we'd made love last night. More than once. More than twice. The third and the fourth times sort of blended together because we just kept going. Who needed sleep? I certainly didn't, not if it involved losing even a second of the cocoon Alex and I were in.
When I reached for her, her side of the bed was cool, and my eyes popped open. What the hell? "Alex?” I called. I listened but didn't hear running water or any other sound in the bathroom. "Alex?" I said again as I sat up, shoving off the sheets and blankets.Holy shit. She'd left me. She'd screwed and dashed?
