"Yes, please," I answered him, my voice coming out needy and breathless.
His phone beeped with an incoming text. He glanced down at the screen. "Lydia can get us in at eight. Will that work?"
"That should be alright."
"Eight it is." He sent another text to Lydia and then put his phone back in his pocket. He grabbed my empty dish along with his and rose from the table abruptly. He took my hand and pulled me along with him toward the car, dropping the dishes in the trash as we hurried past. I laughed at his haste as I got into the car next to him. He started the car and backed out. Then he put the Camaro in gear and tore ass down the road with his foot down hard on the gas pedal.
"You're going to get a speeding ticket." I laughed, feeling exhilarated by his impatience to be alone with me.
"I don't fucking care," he answered with a huge grin as we raced along the road toward his place. "It'd be worth every fucking penny."
I had barely taken one step down the short hallway to Jensen's living room when he pushed me up against the wall. His large frame held me there, and I could feel his erection against my belly. He moved his face close to mine until his lips were only millimeters from mine. His eyes traveled around my face for a moment, his breathing getting heavier.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he said in a hoarse whisper, his eyes finally focusing on my parted lips.
"Kiss me," I demanded breathlessly as I clutched his shirt in my hands and pulled him closer. He pressed one of his hands against the wall next to my head, the other gliding up to the nape of my neck and gripping me firmly. His eyes burned into me with desire, and then he crushed his lips against mine with a guttural groan of need. It felt like I was being consumed as his lips fed on me, his need for me igniting my own desire. I kissed him back with abandon, loving the taste and feel of his soft lips and tongue on me.
"Do you know what I'm going to do to you?" he growled out between kisses, his fingers gripping the back of my neck tighter. I moaned in response, unable to form words. "I'm going to eat your sweet fucking pussy until you're screaming my name and coming all over my face." He thrust his pelvis against me. "Then I'm going to bend you over the back of the couch and fuck you hard. You're going to come so hard you can't even speak."
I whined in answer to his filthy talk, his low raspy voice making my insides clench with desire. He stepped away from me abruptly, leaving me leaning heavily against the wall behind me and gasping for air. He stood leaning against the opposite wall staring at me, his breathing just as fast as mine. When I went to take a step toward me, he narrowed his eyes and stopped me.
"Take off your clothes and leave your panties on," he growled, and I scrambled to obey, flinging my shirt off over my head and practically tearing my bra off. Then I kicked off my sandals and quickly shimmied out of my pants. His eyes watched my every move, darkening as more and more of my skin was bared to him. He stepped toward me and dropped down onto his knees in front of me. He gripped the right side of my panties in his hands, and I heard the fabric rip apart. He did the same to the other side then threw the panties aside. He lifted my left leg over his right shoulder and nuzzled his nose into the hair above my sex, his hot breath making my insides contract.
I gasped as he swept the soft wetness of his tongue between my lips, sucking as he went, the stubble on his face rasping across my inner thighs. I stared down at him. His eyes were closed as he lavished my pussy with attention, his fingers squeezing almost painfully into my ass. I could feel his hum of pleasure vibrating through me, and my hips bucked against his face. He continued to lick and suck between my lips, carefully avoiding where I needed it most. My frustration built and built until it finally bubbled up and out of my mouth in a whine.
"Please..."
"Please what?" he breathed out between licks. I released another long whine laced with need. He stopped what he was doing abruptly and stared up at me; my eyes locking with his automatically.
"I want..." My voice trailed off with discomfort. He continued staring at me, waiting. His stern expression was unrelenting. I knew he wouldn't budge until I answered him.
"I want you to put your tongue...on my clit," I acquiesced with a whisper.
"Good, girl." His words of approval sent a wave of warmth down my body.
My reward was the sweet hard pressure of his tongue flicking across my clit. I was so turned on by now that I exploded into an orgasm. I screamed his name as white lights flashed across my vision. A wave of pleasure shot through me and it felt like I was flying apart. Jensen's arms held me up as I sagged against the wall at my back. Before I could even finish coming back down he sucked on my clit hard, and I screamed out as another orgasm blasted through me. It felt so good, too good.
I felt him pick me up in his arms when I started to collapse, mumbling sweet words of pleasure to me as he carried me into the living room. He stopped behind the sofa and set me back down on my feet. I looked up at him with a contented smile, and he framed my face with his hands and kissed me again. I whined with need as I tasted my desire on his lips. He growled and ripped his lips away from mine. He turned me around roughly and pressed his hand between my shoulder blades, bending me over the back of the couch until my hands rested on the seat cushions.
"I'm going to fuck you now," he said harshly, his voice strained with need. I felt his fingers glide through my soaked lips. "Holy fuck, you're so wet for me." I heard the sound of him pulling down the zipper of his jeans. I felt the head of his cock slide up and down across my slick opening. Then he slammed into me with a solid thrust of his hips, and I let out a low groan of relief at the fullness of his cock inside me. "Do you feel how hard you make me?" he asked as he stilled inside me, his body vibrating with tension as he fought for control of himself.
"Yes," I moaned, desperate for him to start thrusting into me.
"Fuck," he growled as he finally started moving his hips. The head of his cock began hitting a perfect spot deep inside, and I could already feel my orgasm starting to build. "You feel so fucking good and I'm going to come so fucking hard." His voice was harsh, and he gripped my hips tighter as he moved faster, each jab hitting that sweet spot repeatedly. Keening, wailing cries escaped my lips with each thrust, and I started losing touch with reality and when my orgasm hit, I didn't even know who I was anymore. All I could feel was a blast of pure pleasure firing out from my core and skittering across my skin, electric shocks surging up my spine. I screamed and screamed as Jensen kept pounding into me. "Keep coming, baby. Don't stop." Like I could stop this if I wanted to.
I felt Jensen's hands suddenly clench tighter onto my hips. "I'm coming, Sydney. I'm coming," he gasped out. I could feel his cock jerking inside me as stream after stream of his cum filled me up. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he shouted as he pumped into me, riding out his climax and then collapsing onto me. I could feel his harsh, heavy breathing on the sweat dampened skin of my back. A few moments later, he began pressing soft kisses against my skin. "Thank you, baby," he whispered hoarsely. "You felt so fucking good."
My only response was a moan of incoherent sound. His low laugh sent a wave of pleasure through me as my body spasmed uncontrollably against him.
"Told you, you wouldn't be able to speak," he whispered with amusement as he laid the side of his head on me. His hands glided up my body to wrap around me. "I love you, Sydney." He laughed at my answering groan then pulled out of me and gathered me up into his arms. I relaxed gratefully into them and the next thing I knew he was laying me down gently on his bed. I opened my eyes to watch him take his clothes off. I'd never get over how beautiful his body was; each muscle perfectly defined and absolutely edible.
He crawled up the bed and hovered over me for a moment, his eyes drinking me in as his gaze raked over my body. He laid down next to me and pulled the blankets over us. I turned toward him and burrowed my face into his chest as he curled his arms around me. I tangled my legs with his and let out a deep sigh of contentment. "I love you, too," I mumbled to him, when I could
finally string words together again.
"Go to sleep for a little while, baby," he whispered sweetly. "When you wake up, I'll make love to you."
"Okay," I answered and pressed myself further into his embrace. I drifted off to sleep with a smile on my lips and a deep love in my heart for this beautifully broken man.
I stepped out of the shower with a wince and a contented sigh the next morning. I was sore in the most delightful way after spending all of yesterday afternoon naked with Jensen. We talked and fucked, and made love well into the night. We had reconnected, and I felt closer to him then I ever had before. He had let me sleep while he had showered first this morning and woke me up with gentle kisses, his freshly shaved skin smooth against my face. Part of me was disappointed that we hadn't showered together, but then we probably would have been late.
I dried my hair and then got dressed in my navy work scrubs. I was standing in front of the bathroom mirror putting on my makeup when I heard Jensen's loud cursing from the other room. I smiled. That man had the biggest potty mouth I knew, and yet I found it strangely adorable. I walked out of the bathroom to a sight that nearly took my breath away. Jensen stood in front of his dresser mirror in a white dress shirt tucked into dark-gray slacks. His ass looked absolutely incredible in them, and I felt a sudden urge to go over and take a bite out of it. I glanced up to see what he was cussing about and noticed an open laptop sitting on the dresser. There was a video of a man giving instructions on how to tie a necktie and Jensen was staring at it intently, trying to follow along.
"Son of a fucking bitch!" he growled as he ripped the tie off and threw it down on the dresser. "I'm never going to tie this fucking thing right."
"Do you need help?" I asked and watched him whirl toward me with a scowl on his face.
"No!" he blurted out with irritation. "Yes...I don't fucking know!"
"Come here." I motioned him toward me. He snatched the errant tie off the dresser and stalked over to me. I took it from him and wrapped it around his collar, noting how the dark green and silver stripes of the tie were going to set off his eyes.
"Do you have a hot date I don't know about today?" I asked as I knotted the tie for him.
"I wish," he grumbled as he continued scowling. I paused to glare at him after that statement. "Just kidding," he continued, his scowl changing to resignation. "Uncle Mathias and I are meeting with our corporate lawyer today. We have a new contract to get drawn up for our next project, and I have to be there since it's just the two of us now."
I felt bad for him. His entire world had been altered since losing his brother and father, and it affected his life every single day. It made me worry about him. Especially since he wasn't even able to talk about it without having a panic attack.
"There," I said with a nod as I stepped back to admire my work. "How's that?"
He turned to look in the mirror and his face relaxed, a small smile curling up his lips. "That's perfect, baby," he said as he turned to grab the matching dark-gray jacket off the bed and slipped it on. I nodded. The tie did set off his eyes, and he looked absolutely gorgeous. The suit fit him perfectly, highlighting his broad shoulders and chest, and his narrow waist. He looked so masculine and sexy that I felt my desire for him threaten to overwhelm me.
"Now I want to rip it off of you with my teeth," I said in a breathy whisper.
"What?" he asked with a laugh.
"You look so fucking hot right now," I told him as I tore my gaze from his body to meet his eyes. His smile widened as he stepped closer and wrapped his arms around me, his green eyes dancing with self-satisfied amusement.
"I do?" he asked, knowing full well the effect he had on me. I reached up and grabbed the lapels of his jacket and pulled him down to kiss me. He tasted so good that I had to end the kiss before I started ripping his clothes off of him.
"This is a really nice suit," I said as I ran my fingers over the smooth fabric of his jacket.
"I figured if I'm only going to have one suit, I might as well get a really nice one," he said with a smirk. He glanced down at my scrubs then, his eyes darkening with desire. "You were right. Scrubs are pretty hot. I'll have to revise all my sexy nurse fantasies."
"I could always wear a little white dress and garters just for you," I said seductively as I stared up into his lust filled eyes.
"You're fucking killing me," he growled out as he pressed his hardening erection against me.
"I have to finish getting ready," I said matter-of-factly. I pulled away from his embrace and walked back toward the bathroom.
"Tease," he called after me.
I finished putting on my makeup, and as I pulled my hair into a low ponytail, I glanced toward the doorway to find Jensen leaning one shoulder against the door frame with his arms crossed. He was watching me intently.
"What?" I asked him curiously.
"Just enjoying the view," he answered as one corner of his mouth quirked up.
"Get out of here." I shooed him away with one hand. "You're hotness is really distracting."
"Fine," he said as he stood up straight. "I'll be downstairs. I think we'll have time to stop and get you some coffee on the way, if you want," he added as he looked at his watch.
"I'll be down in a minute." I nodded and watched as he turned to walk away, my eyes glued to his perfect ass as he disappeared around the corner. I had no idea anyone could look that good in a suit, and I wished I could follow him around all day staring at his backside. I let out a big sigh of disappointment and finished getting ready.
A half-hour later, I was sitting in the passenger seat of Jensen's truck with a latte and a blueberry scone as he drove me to work. I breathed in the delicious scent of espresso as I brought my drink to my lips.
"This is what heaven's going to smell like," I said with a sigh of contentment.
"I don't know how you drink that stuff," he said with a look of disgust.
"I don't know how you drink that," I motioned toward his energy drink in the cup holder.
"I wouldn't be drinking it if some temptress hadn't kept me up late last night doing nasty things to her body," he said with a huge grin.
"You liked it," I said as I felt a blush creep across my cheeks.
"I never said I didn't," he replied in a low growl as he glanced at me with hooded eyes. He looked sexy as hell as he looked at me. That suit was going to be the highlight of my fantasies for quite a long while.
"Oh, turn right here." I pointed to the left as we approached the orthopedic office of my new job. He turned into the entrance and pulled around to the front door to drop me off. He stared out the window at the imposing dark red-brick building.
"This is a step up from the coffee shop, isn't it?" he asked as his eyes came back to meet mine.
"Definitely," I agreed as I leaned toward him for a kiss. He smiled and put his hand on the back of my neck, pulling my lips against his. He kissed me slowly and passionately, and I laced my fingers in his free hand and gripped it tightly. I suspected that he was trying to torture me and when I saw the smirk on his lips when he pulled away, I knew I was right.
"Wait until you see the dress I'm wearing for you tonight," I whispered into his ear and glided my lips across his earlobe softly. His answering groan made my core clench with need.
"I can't fucking wait," he growled as he stared at me with lust filled eyes. For some reason, I found his cursing even hotter when he was dressed up.
"Pick me up at five?" I asked breathlessly, tearing my hand away from his reluctantly.
"I'll be here, baby," he answered with a nod. "I love you."
"I love you, too," I replied, getting a shiver like I always did when he said he loved me. He kissed my cheek, and I climbed down out of his truck.
"Bye, baby," he said with a gentle smile.
"Bye." I closed the door and watched him drive away, wondering how I had gotten so lucky.
CHAPTER FIVE
Jensen
By the time Uncle Mathias and I made it to th
e lawyer's office downtown, my tie felt like a fucking hangman's noose. It was all I could do to keep myself from tugging on the damn thing repeatedly like a nine-year-old forced to wear it. As I sat down in the lobby to wait for our appointment and glanced around the room, I realized that I had picked the wrong career. Between the plush carpet, the leather chairs, and the massive saltwater aquarium along the wall in front of me, I thought that these people had way too much money on their hands. I shook my head, pulled my phone out for a distraction, and started typing a really inappropriate text message to send to Sydney. I smiled to myself as I pictured her blushing when she read it.
"It's nice to see you worked everything out with your girl," Uncle Mathias said to me, and I glanced up to see him smiling at me. I turned my phone face down on my leg and glared at him.
"Quit reading over my fucking shoulder," I answered with irritation.
"Whoa, Jensen." He mollified me with raised hands. "I wasn't reading your text. You just seemed pretty miserable last week, and you didn't mention Sydney once. Today you actually seem happy. I figured it all had something to do with her."
"Sorry," I said apologetically as I relaxed my shoulders. "I didn't get a lot of sleep last night."
"I bet," he said with a wry smile that I couldn't help but return. "You don't want to know what the guys were calling you last week."
"They probably called me an asshole." I was a raging dick last week, and I'm sure that was one of the tame things they had called me behind my back.
"Well, I'm glad you're feeling better. You were really fucking with morale," he said with a snort. A week-long hangover fucked with my morale. I don't know what I would have done if Andy hadn't stepped in. I'd probably still be pissed off and hungover right now. That would have been a great way to impress our attorney.
"Mr. Hayes?" We turned to look at an attractive young blond woman who had just stepped into the room. "Mr. Tierney is ready for you."
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