In the Crease
Page 77
“We should have done that sooner.”
But he shook his head. “Nah, I love the slow burn and the big explosion.”
Her eyes sparkled, her lips parting. “I think I do too.”
“You do.”
Her eyes were challenging as she ran her fingers along his hip, sending chills up his spine. “So, you think we got time before your parents come home?”
Leaning down, he pressed his nose into hers. “We have all the time in the world. I locked the door.”
“That won’t keep your mother out.”
He nodded. “You’re right, but it gives me time to cover us up.”
Giggling, she shut her eyes. He swore he thought she couldn’t get any more beautiful, but he was wrong. Each time, her beauty stunned him in place. “Good plan.”
“I thought so,” he said, sliding his hands between her legs, cupping her softly, his breath stopping. She felt like heaven. Being inside her was better than anything he had ever experienced, and she was his. All his.
“Mmm,” she muttered, her lips dusting his. “Can I admit something?”
Moving his fingers inside of her swollen lips, he nodded. “Can you make it quick?” She gasped against his mouth as his finger found her clit. “Because I can’t control myself around you.”
“That’s a damn lie,” she said with a dry look. “You’ve been torturing me for a month.”
Pressing into her clit, her back arching as her eyes darkened with lust, he scoffed. “Ha, me? You mean you’ve been torturing me with those naughty panties and these delicious thighs?” Her lips curved as his lips met hers. “And I’ve loved every moment.”
Smiling against his mouth, she cupped his face as his finger swirled around her bundle of nerves. Breathless, she asked, “Can I make a confession?”
“Do you need to?” he asked, licking her bottom lip.
“You’re killing me,” she gasped as he slid his finger inside of her.
“I was thinking the same thing.”
She chuckled, and her face was bright and flushed as she said, “Really, this is important.”
Letting his head fall to her chest, he nibbled on the swell of her breasts before he said, “Fine.”
He met her gaze as his fingers continued to move in and out of her slick center. “Are you listening?” she rasped out.
“Somewhat,” he admitted, and she glared. Stalling his hand, he held her gaze, but his heart was beating so hard, it was messing with his vision. “Fine.”
As her lips tilted and a wicked gleam sparkled in her eyes, she whispered, “At least our first time was a hell of a lot better than our first kiss.”
His laughter bubbled in his chest. “Really?”
“Really. I was worried. You failed me once.”
“Oh yeah?” he asked, his fingers going deeper inside of her. “I’ll make you forget all that.”
With her eyes on his, her laughter running down his spine, she said, “Please do.”
With that, he did.
Because he loved her.
Only her.
And he knew she loved him too.
“Do we have to leave?”
Looking over at Wren, who was very slow to pack, he smiled. He swore he could still see her naked, feel her skin against his tongue, and taste her. She was beyond sexy, even when she was pouting. “Pretty sure your mother will kill us if we don’t show up, Oh, and Wells. He’ll kill us for not showing up for his wedding. Which we are both in, by the way.”
She pouted as she threw in her dress that was now a wrinkled mess since neither of them had picked it up off the floor after it was left there. They hadn’t stopped since then. Every free moment, he was tasting her or inside her. They had a lot of time to make up for. But his wife must have forgotten that as she grumbled, throwing a shirt in her bag before she looked up. “What if we don’t answer the phone when they call?”
“Then we would be assholes,” he said, coming to her side to help fold her clothes since he had finished packing. She looked a bit like she had in the baby store, and that worried him. “Why don’t you want to leave?”
She shrugged as she threw another shirt in, which he, in turn, grabbed and folded. “Because I love it here. Here, we’re good. There, it’s going to be a fucking clusterfuck.”
“Tell me how you really feel,” he teased, and she exhaled hard before leaning into him.
“I don’t like it there.”
“Wrenya, come on, it’s your home.”
“This could be my home,” she suggested, and he smiled, his heart soaring in his chest. He loved that she loved his home. It made his body ache with happiness. Though, they couldn’t stay there. As much as he wished they’d never have to leave his bed, he knew her family wanted to see them. And with Wells’s wedding, there was no way they could skip out. “I feel good here, and I don’t want to lose that yet.”
Kissing her temple, he said, “Then don’t. Take it with you.”
“Jensen,” she complained, shaking her head before she fell on the bed, her hair going everywhere as she covered her face with her hands. “You just don’t get it.”
Not liking how that sounded, he picked up her bag, setting it on the ground before falling beside her, on his stomach so that he could see her face. “What don’t I get?”
“They always make such a huge deal about Wells. And with the wedding, and then with your and Vaughn’s Cup day, I’ll just be in the shadows. So why do I need to go? It’s pointless, and I hate how much I want to be noticed. I feel so pathetic.”
Reaching up, he pulled her hands off her face before he moved toward her, resting his chin on hers. “Well, I can guarantee you that you’ll never be in the shadows where I’m concerned. I only see you.”
Her shoulders fell into the bed as a grin pulled at her lips. “And that means the world to me, it does, but here, we’re good. Like, no one is questioning us, or me, and I don’t have to deal with anything hard. Here, it’s easy. Just me and you, that’s it.”
“It can be that way there too, if you let it.”
She gave him a dry look. “So, I’m doing this?”
“Yeah,” he said simply. “I mean, I feel like you’re making the excuse of them ignoring you because you know that, while they might do that, they’ll also be questioning your every move. I get that. I understand that stress, But, baby, if we’re good here, we’ll be good there, because we’re great. That’s all that matters, right?”
But he shook his head. “Nah, I love the slow burn and the big explosion.”
Her eyes sparkled, her lips parting. “I think I do too.”
“You do.”
Her eyes were challenging as she ran her fingers along his hip, sending chills up his spine. “So, you think we got time before your parents come home?”
Leaning down, he pressed his nose into hers. “We have all the time in the world. I locked the door.”
“That won’t keep your mother out.”
He nodded. “You’re right, but it gives me time to cover us up.”
Giggling, she shut her eyes. He swore he thought she couldn’t get any more beautiful, but he was wrong. Each time, her beauty stunned him in place. “Good plan.”
“I thought so,” he said, sliding his hands between her legs, cupping her softly, his breath stopping. She felt like heaven. Being inside her was better than anything he had ever experienced, and she was his. All his.
“Mmm,” she muttered, her lips dusting his. “Can I admit something?”
Moving his fingers inside of her swollen lips, he nodded. “Can you make it quick?” She gasped against his mouth as his finger found her clit. “Because I can’t control myself around you.”
“That’s a damn lie,” she said with a dry look. “You’ve been torturing me for a month.”
Pressing into her clit, her back arching as her eyes darkened with lust, he scoffed. “Ha, me? You mean you’ve been torturing me with those naughty panties and these delicious thighs?” Her lips curved as his lips met hers. “And I’ve loved every moment.”
Smiling against his mouth, she cupped his face as his finger swirled around her bundle of nerves. Breathless, she asked, “Can I make a confession?”
“Do you need to?” he asked, licking her bottom lip.
“You’re killing me,” she gasped as he slid his finger inside of her.
“I was thinking the same thing.”
She chuckled, and her face was bright and flushed as she said, “Really, this is important.”
Letting his head fall to her chest, he nibbled on the swell of her breasts before he said, “Fine.”
He met her gaze as his fingers continued to move in and out of her slick center. “Are you listening?” she rasped out.
“Somewhat,” he admitted, and she glared. Stalling his hand, he held her gaze, but his heart was beating so hard, it was messing with his vision. “Fine.”
As her lips tilted and a wicked gleam sparkled in her eyes, she whispered, “At least our first time was a hell of a lot better than our first kiss.”
His laughter bubbled in his chest. “Really?”
“Really. I was worried. You failed me once.”
“Oh yeah?” he asked, his fingers going deeper inside of her. “I’ll make you forget all that.”
With her eyes on his, her laughter running down his spine, she said, “Please do.”
With that, he did.
Because he loved her.
Only her.
And he knew she loved him too.
“Do we have to leave?”
Looking over at Wren, who was very slow to pack, he smiled. He swore he could still see her naked, feel her skin against his tongue, and taste her. She was beyond sexy, even when she was pouting. “Pretty sure your mother will kill us if we don’t show up, Oh, and Wells. He’ll kill us for not showing up for his wedding. Which we are both in, by the way.”
She pouted as she threw in her dress that was now a wrinkled mess since neither of them had picked it up off the floor after it was left there. They hadn’t stopped since then. Every free moment, he was tasting her or inside her. They had a lot of time to make up for. But his wife must have forgotten that as she grumbled, throwing a shirt in her bag before she looked up. “What if we don’t answer the phone when they call?”
“Then we would be assholes,” he said, coming to her side to help fold her clothes since he had finished packing. She looked a bit like she had in the baby store, and that worried him. “Why don’t you want to leave?”
She shrugged as she threw another shirt in, which he, in turn, grabbed and folded. “Because I love it here. Here, we’re good. There, it’s going to be a fucking clusterfuck.”
“Tell me how you really feel,” he teased, and she exhaled hard before leaning into him.
“I don’t like it there.”
“Wrenya, come on, it’s your home.”
“This could be my home,” she suggested, and he smiled, his heart soaring in his chest. He loved that she loved his home. It made his body ache with happiness. Though, they couldn’t stay there. As much as he wished they’d never have to leave his bed, he knew her family wanted to see them. And with Wells’s wedding, there was no way they could skip out. “I feel good here, and I don’t want to lose that yet.”
Kissing her temple, he said, “Then don’t. Take it with you.”
“Jensen,” she complained, shaking her head before she fell on the bed, her hair going everywhere as she covered her face with her hands. “You just don’t get it.”
Not liking how that sounded, he picked up her bag, setting it on the ground before falling beside her, on his stomach so that he could see her face. “What don’t I get?”
“They always make such a huge deal about Wells. And with the wedding, and then with your and Vaughn’s Cup day, I’ll just be in the shadows. So why do I need to go? It’s pointless, and I hate how much I want to be noticed. I feel so pathetic.”
Reaching up, he pulled her hands off her face before he moved toward her, resting his chin on hers. “Well, I can guarantee you that you’ll never be in the shadows where I’m concerned. I only see you.”
Her shoulders fell into the bed as a grin pulled at her lips. “And that means the world to me, it does, but here, we’re good. Like, no one is questioning us, or me, and I don’t have to deal with anything hard. Here, it’s easy. Just me and you, that’s it.”
“It can be that way there too, if you let it.”
She gave him a dry look. “So, I’m doing this?”
“Yeah,” he said simply. “I mean, I feel like you’re making the excuse of them ignoring you because you know that, while they might do that, they’ll also be questioning your every move. I get that. I understand that stress, But, baby, if we’re good here, we’ll be good there, because we’re great. That’s all that matters, right?”
