Page 75 of One More Chance

My hands grip his back, my fingertips digging into his flesh. I have to savor every moment, collect them like rain drops in a mason jar. Suddenly overcome with emotion I don’t understand, I feel tears begin to well up in the corners of my eyes. I can’t let him see me cry over this so I push back what I’m feeling and focus on the full-on make-out session we’re having.

I reach down between us to touch him as he presses hard against me. His hands squeeze my biceps and he inhales a sharp breath as my hand cups him.

“Jensen?” I whisper close to his ear.

“Yes?”

“If I asked you to do something, would you do it for me?”

“What?” he asks, his teeth biting into his bottom lip as soon as he mouths the single word.

“I want you to make love to me,” I say, kissing his jawline.

He pulls back, capturing my eyes with his. “Baby,” he says, his voice barely audible. “I thought that’s what we’ve been doing?”

Overcome with emotion, I capture his mouth with mine again. I thought that’s what we’ve been doing. His words echo in me as he wraps his arms around me and stands.

“Let’s go to the bed,” he says, stepping out of the tub with me still around him. If I had any time to think about it, I would commend him on his athletic abilities and sheer strength for pulling that off.

He walks me back to the bed we visited briefly earlier and lays me down. Before he can pull away from me to retrieve a condom, I pull him close and tell him I’m on birth control.

He looks down at me, his features dark and wild. “Are you sure?” he asks, and I nod, clawing at him to be closer.

“I want to feel you,” I say, nearly begging.

He presses kisses along my jaw, down my neck and over the top of my breasts.

“Please, Jensen,” I breathe, unable to control my need for him in this moment. It’s as if I’m floating, hoping to be anchored to something, hoping he’ll reach out and pluck me from this state.

He tugs my hand up over my head, then the other, lightly pinning them there as he rubs himself against the outside of my center. My breath catches in my throat, unable to regulate it any longer. Short, jagged gasps escape me and when I think I can’t take it for a second longer, he pushes into me slowly, all the way, unburdened by any barrier. My hands grip his where they’re pinned. He moves in and out of me painfully slowly. Every time he gives me all of him, it takes my breath away. I don’t bother checking my moans or noise level. They escape my lips freely, unabashed.

He releases my hands only after I’ve begged to be free, begged to touch him. My hands move over his back, around to his chest, up to the back of his neck. I wrap my legs up around his thighs, pressing him into me.

His pace quickens, and I hold onto him as he moves over me. His muscles tighten and ripple, his grip on my ass getting tighter, more possessive.

“Come for me,” he urges.

I press my eyes shut and feel it building inside me. I unravel around him, which only spurs him on as he pushes deeper, like he wants to disappear into me.

He groans in the back of his throat and his body begins to shudder. I feel him between my legs. I feel him like a wave lapping over my entire body. Jensen collapses against me, his chest pressing against mine. I kiss him everywhere. His lips, his cheeks, his eyelids, as he steadies his breathing. I cradle him, almost unwilling to let him go. I don’t want him to go. Not yet.

“Let’s just stay like this for a little while,” I whisper, and he hugs me tighter, obliging my request.

Somewhere in the middle of steadying our breathing, we fall asleep just like that. Anchored to each other, intertwined. Joined together.