In the Crease (Assassins Book 11) Read online
“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.
“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 bod