Without thinking, he took her in his arms, his mouth colliding with hers. She met him with just as much enthusiastic need. Somehow, she pushed him into the wall, her little body crawling up his. As her tongue tangled with his, he couldn’t take it. She was beyond amazing, beyond mind-blowing and, speaking of blowing, he was going to blow his load in the damn hallway if he didn’t get somewhere where he could be deep inside of her. Reaching out, he found that her door was slightly ajar.

Thank God.

Picking her up under her ass, he carried her inside and kicked the door shut before slamming her body into it. Pushing her shirt up and over her head, he yanked her bra down and took her breast in his mouth, licking her peak as she gasped, her fingers getting lost in his hair as her legs wrapped even tighter around him. She was so hot between those naughty thick thighs, and she tasted so good. When she started to tug at his shirt, he pulled away, pushing it up and over his head before returning to nibbling at her neck. Her nails ran down his bare back, tucking her hands into his waistband and sending such intense chills down his back. Every one of the hairs on his arms stood at attention, while his skin broke out in gooseflesh.

What in the world was she doing to him?

Pulling back to look at her, he was just so unsure. But when her lips curved, her fingers tracing his cheek, everything stopped.

And it scared the living fuck out of him.

Fucking Jenny.

When her lips started to trace his own, he pulled back, biting at her lip, which just made her grin. She nipped at him, a soft giggle leaving those sinful lips, and if he didn’t fuck her, he was going to lose it. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he carried her to the couch and then put her to her feet before turning her around and guiding her body over the back of the couch.

“Here?”

“Right fucking here,” he groaned as he reached into his pocket for his wallet. As she shimmied out of her jeans, he shook his head as his cock throbbed in his hand while he put the condom on. Unable to move as he watched her ass wiggle, he groaned when he got a nice little view of her pink center. “I can’t handle you.”

Looking back at him, hair falling from what he guessed had been a bun, she grinned. Her face was bright and full of color. “Good or bad?”

“Both.” Pushing her back over the couch, he thrust up into her, her feet coming off the ground. The way her pussy felt around him was downright wrong. It shouldn’t be like this. He shouldn’t fit so fucking well and feel like she was sucking him deeper inside of her. He had never in his life had that happen. He fully expected to pull out and see gold covering his cock. She had that enchanted pussy, and he never wanted to stop.

But as he slammed into her, her moans filling the room, he wasn’t sure how long he would last. He had been thinking about her, about this, all night. He had gotten himself off just from remembering how tight she had been. How gorgeous her pussy was. How great it tasted. She fucking blew his ever-loving mind, and as he was cock deep, feeling every single emotion known to man, he knew damn well he couldn’t trust himself with her.

Fucking Jensen.

He slapped his hand to her thick ass, and the sound echoed in the room as his hand rested on the spot, his body rocking while his orgasm took over his soul and her body started to squeeze his. Everything went still, lights went off behind his eyes, and he was pretty sure he was about to pass out. As his head fell back, his eyes shutting, he molded her ass to him while he sucked in breath, his heart jackhammering in his chest. Biting his lip, he looked down at her, his cock deep inside of her. He saw her ass was red from where he had smacked her. He felt bad. He felt bad? What the hell, was he Jensen?

Yet, he pulled out of her, bending down and kissing the spot on her ass where he had left a mark. His kisses trailed up her back as she got to her feet, leaning her back to his chest as he kissed the back of her head. As his arms came around her waist, she angled her head up at him and their lips met. Softly. Sweetly.

At that moment, Vaughn knew he was in some big fucking trouble.

When she pulled back, he went for more, but she grinned. “Hey.”

“Hey.”

“Wanna take this to the bedroom?”

He froze. Her eyes were burning into his, and he wanted to. So damn bad, but…

He needed to be honest.

He had to be.

“Yeah, I can’t.” He let her go and stepped back, shaking his head. What was he doing? This wasn’t him. He didn’t care. He didn’t kiss girls or fuck them like that.

Damn it. Fucking Jensen!

Backing away, he pulled the condom off and tossed it in the trash as she turned, deliciously naked as she eyed him. “You can’t?”

“Yeah, sorry, babe—…er, Brie. I was on my way to get food for me and Jensen, but then you distracted me, and we gotta be at the airport by seven. I can’t.”

“It’s one.”

“Yeah, but I gotta pack and shit and take Tricksie to Wren… Yeah, I gotta go.”

She looked dejected and, fuck, he felt bad. Damn it. Reaching for his shirt, he put it on and then zipped up his pants. When he looked up, her eyes were on him. “Oh.”

“Yeah, sorry. Um, I’ll see you Tuesday?”

“Yeah.”

He nodded, leaning over and pressing his lips to hers. It was quick and almost like kissing Wren, but it had to be. He needed distance. “Yeah, so, um…bye.”

“Bye.”

He heard it in her voice—she was pissed and maybe a little hurt. Who could blame her? He had just bent her over the couch, fucked her, and now he was running out. He was a douche. Or a lying, assholey douche as she had called him. Man, what was wrong with him? Shutting the door loudly behind him, he went right across the hall to his apartment, throwing his door open before he stomped past Jensen, who was still leaning on the counter.

“Did you forget something?”

“Yeah, my fucking sanity! I hate you.”

Jensen’s eyes widened. “What did I do?”

“Everything!”

With that, he went into his room and slammed his door shut, falling face first into his bed as Jensen called out, “So, no chicken?”

Shutting his eyes, he put a pillow over his head and let out a long breath.

He was so fucked.

“I really appreciate your checking in on him.”

Looking up at the hotel bar’s TV, Brie held her breath as her heart ached. She hadn’t wanted to leave Rodney. He was having problems sleeping and she almost asked to get someone to cover for her, but she knew there wasn’t anyone. Except Travis, and they’d rather have no one if that was their option. She loved her job, took pride in it, and Rodney also told her to go. Told her he was fine. She just hoped he wasn’t trying to act like he didn’t need her so she would leave. If he was, it worked. Damn it.