“This is … this is too much,” I said finally, putting the box down beside me. There was a reason I hadn’t gotten it for myself yet. Though this explained why he’d picked up so many hours at the coffee shop where he worked.
“Nothing is too much for you,” he replied, bringing a hand up to caress my face.
“Jens—”
His mouth landed on mine before I could finish saying his name. My eyes slammed shut as his lips teased mine until they parted, his tongue snuck into my mouth, stroking against mine as his hands framed my face. My fingers threaded through his hair, and I scooted forward, rocking into him. We were panting when we broke our kiss.
“You deserve everything, Mia,” he murmured as he looked at me. Those gray eyes of his would be my undoing, of that I had no doubt.
“I only want you,” I whispered as I unbuttoned his shirt and tucked my hands inside of it, feeling his warm, hard chest under my small, cold hands.
“You have me, baby. You’ll always have me.” He shrugged his shirt off and wrapped his arms around me to unzip my dress.
“And you’ll always have me.” I hopped off the counter and let the dress pool at me feet, watching the way Jensen’s eyes darkened as they left my face and raked my body slowly—so slowly—leaving tiny trails of heat in their wake. He made an animalistic sound in the back of his throat as he charged me, lifting me back up on the counter and spreading my legs.
“You know what my greatest fear is?” he asked, his mouth below my ear as he placed a kiss there. I shivered at the sensation his breath left as he kissed his way down to my chest.
“What?” I asked in a pant as he reached my breast.
“Losing you,” he said, looking up at my face. “Losing this.” His lips closed around me, his tongue flicking my nipple. His hands worked their way between my legs as he gave attention to my other breast. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted,” he said, whispering kisses down my stomach. “You’re everything I need.” My head hit the counter with a thump when I felt his tongue on me.
“Oh God,” I said.
“I would die if you left me, you know that, right?” he said against me.
“I would never leave you.”
“You might. Maybe you’ll find someone better than me when I’m away,” he said, flicking his tongue against me.
“Shit.”
“A successful guy,” he continued.
“I only want you,” I responded, my fingers pulling his hair as I writhed against the hard counter.
“Maybe someone with less baggage,” he said.
“I love your baggage,” I said.
That earned a chuckle from him. He blew on me, his fingers toying.
“Jensen, please.”
“Keep going?” he asked.
“Keep going,” I chanted. “Keep going.”
He did. He didn’t stop until I saw fireworks beneath my eyelids. When I opened my eyes again he was lifting me up. I wrapped my arms around his neck and sighed against his chest.
“Why do you always do that?” I asked quietly.
“Do what?”
“Talk about that kind of stuff when you’re … you know.” I looked up at his face. His steps faltered. He stopped just as we reached the threshold of his room and looked at me. He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it, shaking his head.
“Tell me.” I ran a hand through his hair.
“Ever since we got together, I’ve had this terrible feeling that I’m on borrowed time with you,” he said in a whisper, his eyes sad. “Nothing in my life lasts. Nothing good.” He shook off his words and walked over to the bed, dropping me on it as he kicked off his boots. I stood on the bed so that I could be at his level when he looked at me and grabbed his wrists as he took off his belt, pulling him toward me.
“You’ve been saying this for two years, yet here we are,” I said.
He nodded slowly, still looking unconvinced.
“You are a beautiful human being. You know that, right?” I asked, searching his face. “You’re funny, you’re kind, you’re talented as hell, so attractive it hurts to look at you sometimes,” I said, making him laugh and roll his eyes. I smiled.
“You’re so much more, Mia. So much more,” he said, threading his fingers through mine.
“When I’m with you, I am.”
“I’m leaving soon,” he said, looking at our joint hands.
“Temporarily,” I reminded him.
“It’s still a long time apart.”
“Do you love me, Jensen?” I asked.
His eyes snapped up to mine again. “More than anything.”