“What?” she found herself asking, cupping his face, her thumb moving along the coarse hair she was finding she loved a lot.

“I was just thinking.”

Her brow quirked. “Do I want to know?”

He scoffed. “Probably not.”

“No?”

“No, but I’m gonna tell ya anyway,” he muttered, his lips caressing hers as his eyes fell shut. She swore she had never seen a more beautiful man than the one who was hovering above her. “I swear that meeting you so long ago, coming to your home as a billet kid, was my fate. It was. But becoming your friend was my choice because it was easy. This, though, falling for you, madly and completely the way I have, was beyond my control.” She took in a quick breath as his eyes met hers once more. “And I wouldn’t change a fucking thing.”

And with that, he moved into her, taking her breath away once more as he filled her completely, their moans mingling together as her nails bit into his biceps. He was so big, and fucking hell, she wanted to blame that another orgasm was building on the fact that she hadn’t been with someone for so long, but she knew it wasn’t the case.

It was Jensen.

All Jensen.

Sitting up on his haunches, he took her hips in his hands and thrust into her, hard and with meaning, his eyes never leaving hers. Holding on to his wrist, she bit her lip as he continued to move into her. Each thrust, she swore, was like a hammer to every wall she had built up around her soul. He was so honest, so fearless when it came to how he felt, what she meant to him. It was downright mind-blowing. Never in her life had she been fuck— No, he wasn’t fucking her. He was making love, which was why this was so different.

Why she felt so much special.

As his speed picked up, she arched up against him, her body tensing up as he muttered her name, his fingers digging into her hips. As another orgasm racked her body, surprising her but also shattering her core, she couldn’t help the smile that pulled at her lips. Not long after that, a guttural yell came from him as he stilled, jerking ever so slowly into her as she gasped for breath, her body shaking under his.

When her eyes opened, Jensen’s eyes were closed, his lashes kissing his skin as he sucked in a deep breath, letting it out in a hiss before he did it once more, his body covered in a sheen of sweat that drove her wild. Using his arms to pull himself up, he fell out of her before her lips met his, and she wrapped her arms around his chest. His arms came around her neck as their kiss deepened. Pulling back ever so slowly, he cupped her face, his eyes burning into hers.

“You are it.”

Her eyes widened as she held his gaze. “I am?”

“You are, and I swear, I’ll never be the same.”

As his lips curved, he fell next to her, pulling her with him so she was tucked up against him. Wrapping his arms around her, he kissed her temple and then her forehead as her heart clanked hard against her ribs. While he was probably enjoying the afterglow of their amazing sex, Wren’s mind was running a million miles an hour.

They had done it.

Which meant he felt that she felt something for him.

That it wasn’t just a fuck.

And it wasn’t.

Even she knew that.

Biting her lip, she angled her head up to look at him. His profile was stunning, his lips parted as he took in a breath and let it out slowly. His lashes kissed his cheeks, and his nose was so perfect, unlike Wells’s and Vaughn’s since they had both broken their noses before. Jensen could have been a model, he was so beautiful, yet he was lying in the bed with her.

Making love to her.

He must have felt her looking at him because he turned, his eyes meeting hers as a grin pulled at his lips. Moving up his body, she pressed her lips into his, her eyes falling shut as her heart jumped up into her throat, her whole body shaking with fear. But when she pulled away, her eyes held hostage by his, she whispered, “Me either.”

His eyes widened as his lips parted, turning up in a grin, and she was thankful he knew what she was talking about since she didn’t trust herself to be able to say the words that came so easily to him. “Yeah?”

She nodded. “Yeah.”

Taking a chunk of her ass in his hand, he kissed the side of her mouth. “Damn right.”

Her laughter came quickly, as did the euphoric feeling.

A feeling that worried her since it could only mean one thing…

She was falling hard for Jensen Monroe.

Quickly.

Which usually meant one other thing.

It was going to end just as quickly.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Jensen’s heart was beating out of his chest, he swore it, but yet, he held Wren close to him, trailing kisses along her jaw. Never in his life had he felt so emotionally in sync with a woman until he got inside of Wren. The way she moved, the way she whispered his name, her lips… God, he was still shaking from his lust for her.

His love for her.

God, he loved her.

Kissing the side of her mouth, he looked down at her. “I think I got carried away.”

A sneaky grinned pulled at her lips. Her hair was everywhere around her, her eyes bright as her face was flushed, her lips swollen from his kisses. “Not at all. It was more than I wanted.”

“Good thing, right?”

She nodded, arching into him. “Very, very good thing.”

His eyes fell shut as he kissed her some more, his hand holding her belly as she cuddled into him. “I’ve wanted that for a long time.”

She nibbled at his neck. “I never would have guessed.”

“No?”

“Nope, not even kinda. Maybe you should do it again, convince me. I don’t feel at all special,” she teased, and he pulled away, looking down at her blissful face, her bright eyes, and her lips that were curved in the most sinfully gorgeous grin.

“Are you saying you want more?”

“Want and need are two very different things.”

“Oh?”

“Yes, like I want to be able to eat what I want and not get fat. But I need to have you inside of me, feel your lips on me, and look into your eyes.” Her words hit him right in the gut as he got lost in her eyes. “You know what I mean?”

“I think I got the basics.”

Her lips curved. “Oh, Jenny, there is nothing basic about the way you just worked me.”

“Same here, baby.”