Arching off the door, she pressed herself into him. “Jensen.”

But he didn’t take her nipple in his mouth like she wanted; instead, he took her mouth once more, his hands sliding down her arms, cupping her breasts and molding them together, his tongue sweeping along hers. When she tried to put her arms down, he pulled away, shaking his head. “Stay put.”

“And if I don’t?” she challenged, and he grinned at her.

“I’ll bend you over my knee and smack that sweet ass of yours.”

Her eyes sparkled. “Promise?”

Hissing out a breath, he lifted his head from where he was devouring her breasts. “Evil.”

She giggled, an airy, sweet sound that didn’t leave her often as he kissed down her breasts to her belly. Falling to his knees, he trailed kisses over her swollen stomach, his eyes meeting hers, and she wanted to hold him. He was so beautiful, his eyes so dark as he held her gaze, such love and admiration swimming in his fathomless depths. Sliding his hands along her stomach to her hips, he took her panties in his fingers, and she came off the door as he slowly slid them down her legs, helping her step out of them before he started to kiss down her hip to her thighs.

Feeling insecure, she wiggled underneath his lips. “Stop.”

“Never,” he demanded, running his tongue along the dips and disgusting cellulite along her thighs.

“Jensen, really, I hate my legs.”

He paused, looking up at her. “I love them,” he said, his heart in his eyes. “Like this spot right here,” he said, running his tongue along one of the bigger dips in her legs. “It begs me to kiss it every time I get a peek of it. And this one,” he added, the spot right above her knee. “It taunts me. Fuck, Wren, your body is a blessing. My blessing.”

When he ran his tongue back up the inside of her thighs, her eyes fell shut as her heart went crazy in her chest. She felt as if she was coming out of her skin with each kiss and touch of his tongue to her burning hot skin. As he nibbled on the inside of her thighs, she cried out as her hands came down and she threaded her fingers through his hair.

“Wren.”

“I can’t! It’s too much.”

“You don’t want me to get ahold of that ass,” he warned, and slowly she moved her hands back up, not sure if she did or did not, in fact, want to let him get ahold of her ass. The naughty part of her craved it, but the practical part, the part that knew how big his hands were, was shaking in her nonexistent boots.

“Maybe I want you to,” she tried, and his grin turned sinister as he slowly stood to his full height, towering over her. She had never seen him as huge, but at that moment, he was a gorgeous giant. “Or not.”

“Oh no, you want it,” he said roughly, grasping her hip. “I can see it in your eyes. You evil thing, you.”

Her eyes were hooded before he turned her around quickly, her hands coming out against the door as her chest pressed into it. Coming up behind her, he ran his hands down the sides of her body before pressing his long, hard cock against her ass. “Fucking hell, you’re so sexy.”

Wrapping his arm around her neck, he brought his hand up under her chin before he turned her head so her lips were by his. She was breathless, her mind going wild as her heart was stalled in her chest. When his hand came crashing hard onto her ass, she cried out against his mouth, and he smiled against her lips. “I could live off that sound,” he muttered against them, his hand landing once more against her ass, taking her breath away. Gazing into his eyes, she was lost in her lust as his hand came again, his eyes dark and never leaving hers. Kissing her nose, he rubbed her ass as he moved across her shoulder before trailing kisses down her spine. Her breath burst out in spurts as she moaned slightly, his tongue doing just the naughtiest things to her.

When he stopped at her ass, kissing one cheek before the other, he ran his tongue along the spot he had smacked before arching her hips back so her ass was on full display. Sliding his fingers over her ass, he moved them inside of her dripping wet pussy before he groaned against her. Her own cry mixed with his in the most beautiful sound she had ever heard in her life while her body squeezed his fingers. Moving them in and out of her, he bit her ass softly as she clung to the door, her body shaking.

She was going to come hard, she could feel it, but then he removed his fingers from deep inside of her, replacing them with his mouth, and she about came off the door. “Oh, fuck,” she muttered, and he chuckled against her pussy, running his tongue up and down her pussy lips, licking every single inch of her as she cried out, arching into him but trying to escape at the same time. She couldn’t handle it. It was too much, and soon she was shattering against his mouth, his name coming out in a cry that was so loud, she was damn glad his parents weren’t there.

Sucking her clit into his mouth, he squeezed her ass cheeks as she screamed, her body thrashing forward as she tried to get away. Shaking, her legs gave out. But he was there, catching her in his arms, kissing her back as he steadied her to her feet. Turning her around, he had a wicked grin on his lips as he bent down, taking her by the back of her legs and lifting her up in one sweeping motion. Crying out, she wrapped her legs and arms around him in complete shock, until he tipped his head back and demanded, “Kiss me.”

“Jensen! Put me down. I weigh a ton.”

But he wasn’t even struggling. “You weigh nothing. Kiss me.”

And she swore the wall around her heart cracked even more. Dropping her mouth to his, she could taste herself on his lips and feel the slick wetness from her pussy all over his face. And that was fucking hot. As he carried her to the bed like she, in fact, weighed nothing, her heart was singing in her chest. He slowly laid her down, kissing her body before he stood up to undress. As she watched him, her eyes hooded only for him, she asked, “You planned on doing this all night?”

He shook his head. “Nope, not until we were dancing did I know I was going to take you home and make love to you.”

Desire danced in his eyes as he stripped down to his beautifully naked body. His toned chest, his abs, his thick quads, good Lord, he was gorgeous. Coming onto the bed, he went between her legs, kissing her thighs and then her knee, while all she could do was watch him, praying that her next breath came.

Because Jensen Monroe was stealing them all.

As he covered her body with his, his cock lying against her pussy, throbbing, Wren couldn’t even form a thought, let alone think of anything but Jensen. He was beautiful—his eyes, his lips, and Jesus, she wanted this so bad. He moved his finger along her lips as his other hand braced him up over her belly, and his eyes bored into hers as a grin pulled at his lips.