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That’s true. Kayleigh brought me to the clinic so I could get tested. Even though I never caught him in the act, I know Leland wasn’t faithful. There was no way, not with the men he ran with and the places they frequented. I considered myself lucky he was clearly wearing protection with them,because he never gave me anything. At least he afforded me that.

The memory of Kayleigh brings back the memory of Landis.

I wince, turning to the window. I’m not guilty over the thought of sleeping with Jensen. I’m guilty my body is enjoying it this much. This was supposed to be all part of the bigger plan. It wasn’t supposed to light every nerve in my body on fire.

He reaches out and lays his hand on my bare thigh. Distracted, I stare down at it. He has a laborer’s hands—rough, the tattoos on his right knuckles faded out by the sun. There are scars all over them. The longer I look at them, the more I believe he owns a construction company.

“What do you want?” His voice shatters the silence, low, raspy.

I glance at his profile. “What?”

“You want it rough? You like it sweet?” He turns off the highway, taking a state route. “What do you get off on?”

“I…don’t know,” I blurt out.

His brow creases. “You don’t know what you like?”

Fuck, I shouldn’t have said that. My brain goes into overdrive, trying to remember if there was anything Leland did that I enjoyed. My quick analysis comes up with nothing. I always felt completely disconnected from him when we slept together. He used my body,and I responded the way he wanted me to. A few times, early on, he tried to get me off, but it was a long, frustrating experience. After a while, he got tired of trying,and that was the end of my limited experience with pleasure.

“You’ve done this before, huh?” he says.

“Yeah, I just…haven’t really…done a lot of that,” I say lamely.

“A lot of what?”

My nail digs into my thumb, picking at the scarred skin. “I don’t come from sex,” I say finally.

“Well, you almost came on my hand. Is that what you need to get off?”

He’s so casual about this conversation. Inside, I’m dying. Leland and I never talked about sex.It was just something we did. Jensen flexes his hand, digging his fingertips into my thigh. Pain shoots up my hip. Without thinking, I squirm because it feels good.

“I don’t know,” I push out.

“Just tell me if you get off on it rough or gentle,” he says. “I’ll take care of making you come.”

Despite what happened at the bar, I have doubts that, as sexy as he is, he’s going to actually get me to orgasm. Building me up is one thing, but getting me over the edge is another. But I may as well let him try. At the very least, it’ll be exciting, and that’s what I’m craving, from my tingling head to my feet—I want to be breathless, panting in bed when he’s done, like I’ve seen in movies or read about in books.

“Rough,” I blurt out.

His brows rise. “One rough fucking, coming right up.”

“You’re pretty sure of yourself,” I say lightly.

“What can I say? I get results.”

He’s quick, and I’m not used to smart men. I study him again as he drives further and further out. I’m expecting it to take hours, but he’s going very fast. It’s only a few more minutes before he pumps the brakes and pulls off the road, following a driveway lined with floodlights. I can’t see around us, but I can make out a big ranch house at the top of the hill. He pulls up outside and cuts the engine.

“You gonna take a shower?” I say, glancing him up and down.

“What? This is proof of my victory.”

“You’re on the hook for my UTI meds tomorrow if you don’t wash your dick.”

He takes the keys out and leans across the seat. I turn, thinking he’s going to open my door, but he takes my face in his hand, fingers on one side, thumb on the other, and kisses my mouth.

My eyes flutter shut as my body goes up in flames. At first, all I can feel is my pulse and my brain humming. Then, I become aware of my own desire and how my body craves him. He kisses me, his mouth firm and exploratory. I part my lips for him,and his tongue grazes mine. Slow, thorough. Faintly minty tongue caressing mine.

He pulls back, less than an inch.