Page 46 of Honey Undone (The Hornets Nest #5)

SARAH

I couldn’t tell if I was pissed off or in love.

The car drove like it was flying, and the faster I pushed it the better it felt beneath my ass. I wanted to drive it forever. Jensen sat unbothered in the passenger seat, his smile unwavering even when I took a corner too fast. His trust was rattling.

It had been a long time since I drove manual and he didn’t even flinch at giving me the keys, he just put his faith and his very expensive car in my hands.

And fuck was it hot.

We had to be almost an hour outside of Harbor when the road became truly quiet and I could push the engine to its capacity for a few miles.

Jensen’s smug attitude only made the rush of emotions ten times as strong.

Meeting his parents was terrifying, and I’d never done anything like that before but I was pretty sure that I’d left a good impression.

At least, I was confident I’d done so with his mother.

“There’s a turn off up here,” Jensen said, his arm stretching out to give me plenty of time to slow the car.

There was a smaller road covered in trees that wound up around one of the many hills, it broke eventually to the coast line and gave the prettiest view to the ocean.

Stars painted the sky like glitter as Jensen directed me down past another bend to a massive piece of unoccupied grass.

I turned off the car and ran my hands over the wheel, staring down at the console with pure excitement. “I stand by my statement, you’re a monster for never driving her.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Jensen undid his belt and climbed from the car, shutting the door behind him and leaving me to follow.

The air was chillier than before and I quickly tucked into his side as he leaned against the hood of the car.

He watched the ocean tide crash up against the rocky shore but my eyes were on the stars and how bright they were this far out of the city.

“It’s gorgeous out here,” I said, my fingers brushing beneath his shirt around his stomach to steal the warmth radiating from him.

“Mmm,” His abs tightened slightly as my fingers grazed over them. His arm tightened around me, “You cold?” He asked softly, his thumb rubbing my hip bone absentmindedly.

“A little,” I said, scrunching my nose at him. “I didn’t realize how cold it had gotten outside.”

Jensen chuckled softly, his arm pulling me even closer until I’m sitting in his lap against the car hood.

He spread his legs slightly so I could tuck between them trying to block the ocean breeze with his own body.

“Here, use me as a heater.” He whispered, his chin resting on my shoulder as he pressed his cheek to mine and wrapped me up against his chest as tightly as he could.

“Tonight was really nice, you know,” I said, almost tempted to tell him about California at that moment. Warning him meant having a conversation I wasn’t ready to have.

“It was fucking perfect,” He hummed, voice low and rough sending shivers down my spine. He pressed a simple kiss to my jaw, his arms squeezing me tightly.

“You spoil a girl,” I sighed, “How are you supposed to top letting me drive your ridiculously expensive car and a nightcap under the stars?”

“I’m sure I can think of a few things,” he said and pressed a kiss to my neck.

“Oh yeah? Like what?” I pushed a little, my adrenaline was still pumping from the ride, and it was making me a little reckless. But I liked the way his hands felt around me and his mouth on my skin making every inch a little warmer than before.

“You really want me to list them all right here?” His voice dropped even lower, more intimate as his lips trailed over my shoulder, pushing the strap of my tank top out of his way.

“Because I can think of some things that might involve this night having a few choice moments that aren’t so wholesome. ”

I tilted my head back to look at him, catching his gaze and smirking, “who’s around to tell us no?” I baited, wrapping my arms around him.

Jensen let out a low, husky laugh and his hands moved to grip my hips more firmly. He pulled me even closer, so there's no mistaking the heat pouring between us. “Exactly my point,” he murmured against my skin, his lips finding that sensitive spot just below my ear.

“Who’s the scaredy cat now?” I challenged, giggling from the feeling of his mouth on my neck.

He shook his head, his hands rough as he spun me around and gave my ass a squeeze as I slotted between his legs. “Oh, I’m not scared, Adeline. I was just trying to be a gentleman out here under the stars.” His voice turned teasing and his fingers dug deliberately into my skin.

“The stars make a good audience.” I pushed up onto my toes, wrapping my arms around his neck, brushing my fingers into his hair.

His dark eyes flashed with amusement and desire, his hands automatically moving to grip my thighs and pulling me up against him. “Is that so?” he challenged, his face inches from mine as he knowingly teased me. “What exactly do you want an audience of stars for, Adeline?”

“That list you’re withholding. The not so wholesome one.

” I kissed his jaw and then his throat, working my way across whatever skin I could get my mouth on.

He let out a low groan, his grip on my thighs tightening as he pressed me against him.

My lips trailed down his neck and his chest rumbled with approval.

“You know what you’re doing, don’t you?” He managed to say, his voice tight with distraction.

“Is it working?” The words are muffled as I kiss the space where his neck meets his shoulder.

“Of course it’s fucking working,” he groaned, his head falling back as he gave me better access.

One hand moved to tangle in my hair, holding me against him while the other found a handful of ass to pull me even tighter against his hips.

I pulled at the back of his shirt, leaning away only enough for him to pull it over his head in a rough tug.

“Thank you,” I whispered, returning to my job of running my tongue and teeth against every line of ink that marked his skin.

Jensen let out a shaky breath, his fingers tightening as I explored his chest and abs with my mouth.

His whole body is hardened, tense from the touch barely keeping himself together when I hit a sensitive spot on his rib cage.

“Fuck, are you sure?” He managed to say. I don’t respond with words, my fingers finding the button of his jeans and popping it free without trouble as I focused on trailing lower with my mouth.

His breath caught sharply as my finger worked it open, his abs tensing under a long swipe of my tongue.

His head is tossed backwards and I could tell he was fighting against his own urge to take control of the situation.

“You’re really going to do this out here?

” He asked, nervousness laced in his voice.

Nearly on my knees, I hummed against his skin.

Kissing just above the thin trail of hair leading into his boxers as my fingers rake down over his stomach.

His hips jerked slightly at the feeling of my purr against his skin and my fingers trailing behind over his abs.

His hand gripping the edge of the car so hard his knuckles were white in the dim light.

“You’re killing me Adeline,” he managed to say.

“Do you want me to stop?” I licked a stripe upward, tilting my chin so it rested against the bare skin of his lower stomach, and watched him with a wide, mischievous smile.

His eyes locked with mine, dark and wanting as his mouth curled into a lopsided smirk, “Hell no,” the answer came out a growl. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.” I liked the unhinged side of him as he leaned back to support himself on the hood of the car and his other hand slid down to cup my jaw.

I smiled at this touch, reveling in the idea that he’s been caught off guard and enjoying how unbalanced he was about the situation. I waited a second longer, giving him the option to back out, but he just watched me, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip with a smug look on his face.

I hooked my finger into the band of jeans, and he lifted just enough to allow me to roll the jeans away from his hips.

My tongue wet my bottom lip at the sight of him straining against the fabric of his boxers.

I leaned forward, looking up at him and his breath hitched as I exposed him, his eyes never leaving mine.

His grip on my chin tightened as he fought against his control, no doubt hating how little power he had in the situation.

I inhaled slowly, preparing myself as he popped free.

It didn’t matter how many times I’d seen it, felt it , I always got giddy at the sheer size of the man.

It made my mouth dry, and for a split second I was nervous I had bitten off more than I could chew.

Jensen grinned, knowing exactly what was going through my head as he pushed forward slightly, giving me better access.

His cock, long and hard sitting slightly upward begging to be touched.

I parted my lips and watched as his entire body reacted in a wicked shudder.

Taking him into my mouth with small teasing strokes at first, feeling his body vibrate against mine as my tongue pulled long slow lines to the inside of his shaft.

Jensen’s head fell back, a loud groan escaping him as I sucked more of his length between my lips. His fingers tightened painfully, guiding the pace but careful not to be too rough. “Fuck,” he whispered, his hips moved in time with my movement, “you feel so good Adeline,” he choked out.

With each suck and lick I could feel him slowly coming undone as I smiled around the base of his dick taking him into my mouth full with pride.

It was intoxicating to see him fall apart with such ease.

His hips jerked sharply at the sensation, being reduced to nothing but a needy, growling mess.

Jensen’s fingers curled tighter as my teeth grazed the underside of his cock.

“Adeline,” he breathed out my name softly.