Page 36 of One More Chance
“Harper, wait. What are you doing?” he asks, breathlessly.
“Let’s have sex,” I whisper back, leaning up to bite his bottom lip.
He moans and as I release, he presses his lips together, exhaling a long sigh. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. You’ve been drinking.”
“No, it’s fine. I want to.” I can practically hear the begging in my own voice.
“You can’t even dress yourself, babe,” he says, voice low and husky.
Oh. Babe. He called me babe. “I don’t need to get dressed. I need to get undressed.”
“You can’t do that either,” he says, laughing.
“Don’t laugh. I’m sexy,” I huff.
“Yes. You’re very sexy. But sloppy drunken sex isn’t what you should be having with the second man you’ve ever have sex with,” he says gently.
“I don’t need this kind of logic in my life right now.” I make another attempt to reach for him, making contact with his hard length outside his pants. Ope.
Jensen’s head rolls back as he feels me stroke him, and then he starts to shake his head. “No, no, Harper. It’s not right.”
“Come on. I need it.”
Jensen bites his bottom lip and I pout, poking mine out. I can see the wheels turning. All this adrenaline has sobered me up a little.
He leans in close, tossing my hair behind my back before pressing his lips to my ear. “How about a compromise?” he says.
“What?”
“Lie back and lie still,” he says, and I do as he commands. The last time this happened, I wasn’t disappointed.
I watch Jensen lift his hand, pressing his fingers to the edge of my jaw and caressing them down over my throat. He sinks them down lower to my collarbone and then lightens his touch, trailing his fingertips over the tops of my breasts. His whole hand melts over me, cupping me and massaging. My back arches instinctively. His face comes closer to my chest and he takes my nipple into his mouth through the thin fabric of my bra, nibbling and sucking at it. Moans escape me without restraint at this point.
He leans up to meet my eyes and his hand continues its decent, down my ribs, around my navel. His thumb presses against my hip as his other fingers slide into the top of my panties, lingering there. He presses kisses against my chin and throat, never taking his eyes from me as his fingers dip lower.
I can’t breathe, a feeling of warmth and tingling spreading over my body so intensely. It’s the best kind of suffocation. I grip the sheets as I feel his fingers part me, my eyes growing wide and wild. His are hooded, staring at me with a feverish anticipation. He licks his lips, nodding, some sort of silent encouragement to enjoy what’s happening.
He strokes against the outside of me over and over again, my body writhing and building. Then, without warning, he sinks them into my center, filling me up. My body shudders and I moan so loudly, I cover my mouth with my own hand. His hand rocks back and forth against me and he leans down, pressing kisses along my cheek. I give him my lips, letting him take me by the mouth.
He pulls back long enough to whisper, “Come for me.” Then continues to kiss me as the motion of his hand becomes quicker and more intense.
My body responds, arching as a delicious knot builds inside me. Then, fireworks. Wonderful, dirty, sexy fireworks from the tips of my curling toes to my clenched hands to my lips pressed to Jensen. Everywhere is warm and fluttering.
He lies back, pulling his hand away and cradling me in the crook of his arm. I try to right my erratic breathing as I wallow in the aftershock.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
“More than.” I shut my eyes and relax into him, letting my body melt.
“Maybe I should go. Let you rest,” he says.
“No, please don’t,” I say. “Let’s just sleep here.”
Jensen pulls me up onto the bed, turning us so our heads are on the pillows. He wraps his arms around me, folding me into his big body. “You make a great little spoon.”
“Only because you make a great big spoon.” I lace my fingers into his, holding his arm and sometime after that, I drift to sleep, still a little drunk. On alcohol or Jensen, I’m not sure.
Perhaps, a little of both.