Page 72 of A Love That Saved Us

She gives my hand a squeeze. “Thanks for coming with me to visit Dad. Means a lot.”

I glance toward her. Dark brown eyes stare back at me, shining with gratitude and…

Is that hope? Desire?

Fuck. Does she want me right now, too?

Fucking.

Stop.

Dumbass.

“Of course. I like coming to visit your dad.” I nudge her shoulder gently. “Doesn’t hurt that I get to hang out with you.”

Her lips curl into a smile as we round the corner, approaching the meditation room—a room that’s dimly lit and quiet. No one ever goes in there.

No one ever goes in there.

My pulse picks up. I haven’t stopped thinking about our little make-out last night for one second. Had to rub one out when I got home—partly to avoid blue balls, but mostly because I wanted to.

The sudden urge to be alone with Alley spreads through me like wildfire. Anticipation climbs up my neck—impossible to ignore.

I glance at her, realizing she just said something and I have no idea what it was. She’s looking at me, eyes bright, smiling wide, that dimple peeking through.

I swallow the lump of nerves building in my throat, an unfamiliar feeling when it comes to anything sexual.

Fuck it.

I open the door to the meditation room and pull her in. It’s empty.Thank God.

“Jensen, what are you?—”

The door clicks shut behind us, and I press her back against the wall. My lips are on hers before she can even finish the sentence.

Her mouth opens for me—hot, ready.

Fucking needy.

Jesus Christ. This woman.

Last night’s kiss was careful. This? This is desperate—for both of us. Like neither of us could wait another minute to finish what we started.

My hand cups the back of her neck, thumb trailing along her jaw. The other grips her hip, pulling her taut against my already hardening cock.

Her hands travel up my torso, across my chest, then around my neck. She gasps as my hand moves, sliding up to her tits. I swipe across one—testing the waters, waiting to see if she stops me.

She doesn’t.

Instead, she groans into my mouth and tugs at my neck, scraping her teeth along my bottom lip before sucking it in. A gentle reminder of what that mouth can do to my cock.

Holy shit.She’s pulling all her best moves here when it comes to making out.

She rolls her hips into my firm length and I let out a brazen, “Fuck.”

I palm her breast, then skim my thumb across her pointed nipple.

“Fuck, baby. No bra?”