Page 149 of A Love That Saved Us

“Itwasfantastic.” His lips brush mine, taunting. “Guess I better repay you now.”

“It’s only fair. A little quid pro quo.”

His brow quirks. “Pretty sure that’s not how you use that term.”

I shrug, grinning. “Awkward family dinners, you pay me back in sexual services. Feels right to me.”

That smirk of his spreads wide. “Babe.” His finger presses to my lips. “Stop talking so I can fuck you.”

Then his mouth is on mine—hard and hot, swallowing any comeback I had left. Heat sparks low and spreads through every limb, leaving me turned on and already aching for more.

His lips move on mine with the perfect mix of push and pull, his tongue dipping in, teasing, reminding me exactly what it’s capable of. I picture it lower, between my thighs, and butterflies stir hard in my stomach.

His hand fists in my hair, tugging just enough to tip my head back. His lips trail up my jaw until they graze my ear. “Is your pussy wet for me?”

Good Lord.

It is now.

“Almost,” I lie, breathless.

His tongue flicks the shell of my ear. “Liar.” The husk in his voice vibrates down my spine. In a blur, my shirt’s gone, and his hands roam greedily across my bare skin.

“Take off your bra.”

I do what I’m told, letting it fall to the floor. I’ve always loved when Jensen slips into Dom mode, telling me what to do, getting a little rough. Asoftrough.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, his voice a slow stroke of heat.

Shit. My knees nearly buckle, a rush of need crashing through me at those two words. My body melts, limbs turning liquid, and I’m desperate—for his hands, his mouth, his skin, his voice. I need it all.

His hand palms my breast as mine slip under his shirt, roaming across his hard abs. My pulse races as I drift lower, but he catches my wrist, pulling it back to his chest. His mouth hovers by my ear. “Don’t move.”

I freeze, eyes falling shut, surrendering to the path of his touch. His lips trail down, kissing over my breasts, while his hands shove my pants down past my hips. Then he’s back at my mouth, hot and claiming.

I reach instinctively for his waistband, desperate to get him naked, but he grabs both wrists and pins them above my head, holding them with one hand. The strength in him only makes me surrender more. I don’t fight it. I don’t want to.

“I said don’t move.” His voice vibrates through me—dark velvet, rough. “And don’t you dare come. Not until I tell you to. You’re mine, baby.”

My pulse hammers in my head, breaths shallow.Holy shit.He always knows how to turn me on, but this is extra. So hot. Straight-out-of-a-book hot.

His free hand drops between my thighs, fingers teasing lightly, brushing maddening strokes over the fabric of my underwear, a wicked grin curving his mouth. I roll my bottom lip between my teeth, hips arching into his touch, searching for more pressure.

He chuckles. “You just can’t help yourself, can you?”

I shake my head as his fingers finally dip inside, sliding smoothly over my slit, stroking slow, lazy circles that have my knees going weak. He keeps his eyes on mine, watching every reaction.

One finger slips inside, then two, his thumb circling my clit. “Oh, God,” I breathe. My head tips back on a gasp, and he releases my wrists, his hand gripping my jaw instantly, forcing my gaze to his. “Eyes on me, baby.” The words melt through me, and before I can even draw another breath, he crushes his mouthto mine, claiming it with all the possessiveness of a man on a mission—a mission to wreck me completely. A fire builds deep in my core, swirling hot, each thrust pressing deeper until my muscles clench tight around him, desperate for release.

“Come for me, baby. I want you dripping down my fingers.”

Jesus.The dirty talk is dialed in tonight, and it’s like my body was waiting for those words. Pleasure detonates, rushing through me in waves. He keeps his rhythm steady as I squeeze my eyes shut, pulsing around him, riding it out until I’m nothing but a breathless, trembling mess.

His touch slows, easing me down, and a smirk tugs at his mouth. “You ready to soak my cock with that sweet pussy?” he rasps.

Lordy. What the—?It clicks. The extra dirty talk. The possessiveness. My eyes fly open on a gasp. “Oh my God.” I meet his gaze, breathless, stunned. “You read my book!” A laugh slips out of me, helpless and disbelieving.

His grin is sinful, darkly amused. He presses his palm over my mouth, eyes glinting. “Shh.”