Page 38 of Honey Undone (The Hornets Nest #5)

SARAH

T he apartment door slammed wide open as Jensen fumbled with the hem of my wet jersey, tugging it up and over my shoulders. He tossed it away, kicking the door closed behind us as the fabric hit the tile floor of my kitchen with a loud plop.

“We should…” he tried to get out between frantic kisses and tiny gasped moans as my fingers raked through his wet hair. “Shower… so muddy,” he moaned as I tugged gently.

“That’s what washing machines are for,” I snapped, and his worry over making a mess snapped as his hands scooped down and lifted me against him effortlessly. His strong arms wrapped around my thighs as he carried me toward the bed, ignoring the trail of mud we were leaving behind.

He chuckled against my lips, a husky sound laced with amusement and desire.

“Brat,” he teased, nipping lightly at the sensitive skin of my throat.

I leaned back in his arms with a lusty smile on my lips and exposed my throat to him.

Taking advantage of the new position, he trailed open-mouthed kisses down my neck.

His teeth grazed my collarbone before he bit down lightly, soothing the sting with his tongue.

The way his eyes fluttered shut as he savored the taste of my skin drove me insane. The dirty, grassy smell of his skin, the trickles of water that dripped from his hair and the stain of blood that dripped down the side of face was making me feral.

I needed him right that second or I was going to lose my fucking mind.

“Jensen? ”

He opened his pretty brown eyes at the sound of his name and focused on me with blown pupils.

“Show me what you learned today,” I whispered as my lips curled up mischievously.

He understood the task, today had been about flexing our strength, full of aggressive tackling and heated moments. I wanted that dominance and intensity and I knew he was willing to provide it because a devilish smirk curled to those pouty, kiss-bitten lips.

“And the shorts stay on,” I said as he dropped me to the bed, crawling over me between my spread legs. My hands roamed over his muscle tense back and pushed beneath the band of the tight shorts until my hands were roughly positioned under his ass giving me room to dig my nails into his skin.

Jensen’s breath caught in his throat, a deep sound rumbling from his chest at the sharp contact of my nails.

His hands found my wrists, holding them firmly in place with just enough force to show ownership.

He pressed into my touch, grinding slowly against me.

The rough fabric of his shorts created the most delicious friction and my hips lifted to meet his as I pulled him close enough to pepper his jaw with warm kisses.

I trailed them down and over his throat until his entire body was tense and vibrating.

He let out a shuddering breath as my lips found his collar bone, his hands sliding under my back to hold me flush against him. Jensen started moving his hips in a slow, deliberate rhythm that was only furthering the tingling sensation that was growing at a rapid pace between my legs.

“God this is stupidly hot,” I confessed, “I shouldn’t be this turned on,” I said with a badly timed giggle that turned into a tight, gasping moan as he rolled forward again.

Jensen watched as I threw my head back doing my best to suppress my laughter.

“You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he snapped his hips forward again, harder that time.

Almost as if he was testing my reaction, but I was a puddle in his dirty, sweaty hands as his rough shorts brushed against my thighs.

“Okay okay, I surrender,” I gasped, “shorts off, shorts so off…I can’t…” I was on the verg e of begging.

He chuckled darkly, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of the shorts and pushed them down himself in one shift movement. Completely freeing his hard length and earning a delicious moan from my lips as my eyes trailed over his dirty gloriously toned and tattooed body.

“Fucking perfect,” I whispered, pushing up on my elbows in nothing but my bra and rugby shorts to take him in completely with heavy chested sigh of appreciation.

Jensen drank me in, sprawled beneath him, the tiny sports bra barely restraining my breasts. A smirk tugged at his lips as he leaned down, bracing himself on one strong forearm beside my head. “Perfect, huh?” He hummed, rolling his hips again.

Every delicious inch of him brushed against my thigh and my eyes fluttered closed, “I know I didn’t stutter, baby.” A tiny strangled gasp left my lips as his teeth found skin, his lips curling into a proud smirk. He sucked the spot above my breast lightly, sure to leave a mark.

His smile only grew as he felt me shiver beneath him, his teeth grazing sharply against my collarbone before soothing the burn with a languid lick.

I closed my eyes and felt him pause, hearing the wrapping tear and I was moments from begging him just to give it to me when he shifted his hips, letting the head of his cock tease my entrance through the rough fabric of my shorts.

He wasn’t even inside of me and I couldn’t stop the noise that tumbled from my lips as his hips rolled again, slower that time, letting his length slide against my inner thigh over and over.

“How much longer can you hold out, Adeline?” He asked, his voice low and teasing.

“Who's being a brat now,” I growled, digging my nails into his bicep and bring him close for a frantic, messy kiss.

Jensen laughed against my lips, deep and rumbling from his bare chest. He bit into my bottom lip, hard enough to make me gasp as his hips snapped forward against without warning making my back arch sharply into his touch.

“Touch rough, kiss hard, talk shit,” he mumbled, “Unbelievable,” his voice was husky with lust .

Jensen watched me, knowing that I could hold out longer than him if it truly came down to it. He slowed his hips, making his movements shallow and teasing, actively trying to keep his touch soft, his kisses sweet against my fevered skin.

“I was never going to win this game was I?” He asked.

I shook my head slowly with a lazy smile, my thoughts dizzy with need and waited for him to break as I slipped my hands free and pushed my damp shorts off.

Jensen’s eyes darkened as he watched my movement, swallowing hard trying to hold on to what little control he had left.

But when my hand slipped between my legs and I started to touch myself, he lost it.

The resolve in him snapped, “Fuck Adeline, you little—”

I gasped as he surged forward without warning, burying himself completely between my legs with a groan that sounded strangled. His fingers dug into my hips as he held tight, stunned into momentary silence as I stretched perfectly around his shaft.

“Quiet now, aren’t you?” He teased, roughly watching me fall apart beneath his touch as he pushed even deeper.

It was practically impossible how good he felt rubbing against every searing, frayed nerve inside of my body.

I could feel him in my fucking stomach as his hips snapped and the bed buckled under his force.

My face contorted in pleasure as I rolled up to meet his thrust, his hands gripped my hips tightly, fingers digging into the soft skin.

He was hitting spots that were making my vision blur.

“And you were going to make me fuck you slow,” he panted.

“I was delusional, never listen to me again… I talk nonsense—”

My teasing words were replaced with a string of stuttered gasps as the orgasm built violently in the pit of my stomach and coursed around unchecked through all my muscles.

A tiny snarl left his lips as I fluttered around him in pleasure.

Jensen’s hand wrapped around a thigh, hauling it up over his hip and gripping it tightly as he opened me wider and started in a new angle with an unrelenting pace.

I gripped the sheets as my head fell back, unable to control the noises flooding from my overstimulated body.

Jensen groaned loudly, our moans filling the air in a symphony of pleasure that only spurred him on further.

He shifted again, hitting that spot inside of my already needlessly soaked core and sent stars bursting behind my eyelids.

“That’s my beautiful girl,” he purred, his breaths short as my body arched and my mouth fell open in a wide silent scream. He snapped his hips forward relentlessly, fucking me through the orgasm and drawing every delicious second out of it like it was his favorite form of torture.

“Take it.” He demanded, “Swallow me whole,” he encouraged as I clamped down around his cock.

“Fuck, just like that Adeline,” he groaned loudly as I squeezed around him.

His hips jerked erratically as he chased his own release, leaning down and pressing his forehead to mine as his fingers dug painfully into my thigh.

Jensen’s body convulsed around mine, a string of breathless words falling from his reddened lips, he grunted, his body tensing as he finally let go. He stayed buried deep inside, his hips jerking with the aftershocks of his orgasm. His breath was so hot and ragged against my skin.

“So perfect, baby,” I whispered, kissing his sweaty, dirty face over and over again until his body relaxed.

He nuzzled into my touch, his arms wrapping around me tightly, still half hard inside of me, his hips making slow lazy thrust as he worked through the last of the aftershocks.

He let out a shaky breathing, his body slowly coming down from the intense high.

He pressed soft kisses to my lips, cheeks and forehead mirroring the affection.

Jensen looked up at me with such a softness that it was there in that moment that the words almost slipped out.

They hadn’t even been on my mind but it was such a small, delicate moment of weakness I couldn’t help myself but smile.

His big brown eyes, drunk on sex, our bodies disgusting from rolling around in the mud all morning.

Who was ever going to love me the way Jensen did?

“You’re incredible,” I said instead, burying the thoughts away and brushing my fingers through his hair. “You smell like a wet dog though,” I teased.

He let out a small laugh, the sound rumbling across his chest. He pulled back slightly, looking down at us with a smirk. “And you smell like sweat, dirt and…” he rubbed his dirty, bloody face across my chest, leaving me giggling and begging him to stop. “Blood.”

“That’s nothing new for me,” I cooed, leaning into this touch, always needing more. My body was addicted to his and was continuously finding ways to be in constant contact with him.

He shook his head, rolling his eyes playfully. “No, no it’s not,” he agreed, leaning down and pressing a kiss to my nose as his finger squeezed my sides gently. “You’re fucking gross,” he teased, his voice soft and full of fondness.

“Well, if someone had let us shower before…” I teased.

His hand gently raked down my side, giving my ass a soft pat as his smirk widened. “Who’s fault was that again?” He asked innocently.

“Shut up and kiss me,” I pouted to get out of trouble.

Jensen chuckled against my lips as he closed the distance. The kiss was slow, and deep, his tongue teasing mine lazily. He pulled back just enough to murmur, “brat,” against my mouth before capturing my lips again.