Giving In (Surrender Trilogy)(92)

“What the hell are you doing, Kylie? You—”

He broke off, his mouth falling open when she turned to him, fully nude.

He closed his eyes and let out a groan. “Why are you torturing me like this?”

She slid her fingers down his chest and down to the fly of his jeans. Then she leaned up and pressed her mouth to his.

At first, he didn’t respond. He held himself rigidly as she explored his mouth. Then his lips parted, a rush of air escaping. Slowly his arms crept around her, anchoring her in place.

She ripped her mouth away, gulping for breath. Then she kissed the lobe of his ear and whispered softly, “Make love to me, Jensen. Really make love to me. No rope. Just you and me.”

A groan escaped his mouth. The sound seemed to come from his very soul. It was a sound of agony—and need.

“You said you trusted me,” she said quietly. “Give me this, Jensen. Trust me. Make love to me.”

He walked her backward toward the bed, ripping at his own clothing until he was as naked as she was. He certainly wanted her. His body couldn’t lie about that. No matter what he said or thought, he was as desperate for her as she was for him.

The backs of her legs bumped into the bed and then she toppled back, landing on the mattress with him on top of her.

“Be sure this is what you want, baby,” he said breathlessly. “If you don’t want it at any time, say stop. I’ll stop, no matter how hard it is.”

She stroked a hand over his face, tracing the hard lines of his jaw.

“I don’t want you to stop, Jensen.”

He let out a groan and then dipped his head to kiss her. He kissed her hungrily, all of his need pouring out in a heated rush. His body was hard and heavy on top of her and she reveled in the feel.

His erection was lodged between her legs. She could feel him hard and pulsing against her clit. She shifted restlessly, wanting, needing. She didn’t want to wait. She wanted him inside her. She wanted to feel complete and whole for the first time in a week.

“Jensen,” she whispered. “Make love to me. Now, please.”

He ignored her demand and kissed a line down her body. He licked and tongued her nipples, coaxing them to aching, straining peaks. He took his time, tasting and sucking until she was out of her mind with need.

Then he continued down her body, stopping at her navel to tease and torment her with his tongue. Her fingers dug into his shoulders and she pushed him downward, hoping he’d get the point.

He laughed softly but complied with her silent request. He pressed a kiss to the top of her curls at the apex of her legs. Her thighs automatically loosened and spread, inviting him to explore her most sensitive region.

He petted and stroked with his fingers before finally spreading her soft folds. His breath huffed out, making her twitch. Her entire body tightened in anticipation, waiting for when he would give her what she wanted.

Then his tongue flicked over her clit and she arched up, a gasp escaping her lips. He lapped again before gently sucking the nub into his mouth.

She moaned helplessly. Sobs spilled from her throat. Desperate sobs of need. So much need. She’d missed him. Never had she felt this kind of connection to another human being. She was lost without him. She had an ache in her soul only he could assuage.

He put his mouth over her entrance and then slid his tongue inside, fucking in and out of her with his tongue. He kissed and sucked until she was mindless. She called his name over and over, a broken plea for him to make love to her a litany on her tongue.

Finally, finally, he rose above her, fitting his body to hers as he stared down at her with those intense dark eyes. She searched his gaze for what he was feeling. If he was as desperate as she was. If he’d missed her even half as much as she’d missed him.

What she saw burning in the depths of those eyes took her breath away and filled her with hope.

She saw love. Still love. It hadn’t left. He still loved her. They could work this out. He loved her and she loved him. She refused to countenance any other possibility.

They belonged together.

“Are you okay?” Jensen asked, still poised at the rim of her entrance.

“I want this,” she breathed. “I want you, Jensen. I’ve been so lonely and empty without you.”

“Oh God, baby. Me too. If you only knew how miserable I’ve been.”

“Then do something about it,” she said softly. “Make us both whole again.”

He gathered her in his arms, holding her close just as he pressed inward. She moaned in delight as he pushed even further. She tilted her hips upward as much as she could, inviting him deeper.

His entire body was tense. His muscles coiled and twitched with the agony of holding back his control.