"So show me."
Jensen probably would've forced me to sprint if I hadn't been wearing heels. The man was too damn impatient to wait for the elevator, so we raced up the stairs.
I experienced a surreal moment as we started down the hallway . . . as if the length had expanded, like looking into an infinity mirror until you couldn't see the end. So it seemed to take an eternity before we reached Jensen's apartment.
Guilt pricked my conscience when I glanced at my apartment door. I hadn't thought about Calder much at all in the past few hours. What kind of mother did that make me?
"Stop," Jensen said directly into my ear. "You're allowed a night of fun. You're a great mom, but that's not all you are. You are crazy, sexy hot, baby."
He crowded me against the door. As he kissed the side of my neck, his left hand followed the contour of my body from the outside of my thigh, to my hip, up to my ribs and over to my breast.
"I need you," he growled in my ear, sending goose bumps cascading across every inch of my skin. His keys jangled as he opened the door and we nearly fell inside.
Then we were all over each other.
We kissed crazily as he walked us backward out of the entryway.
He didn't even release my mouth when I kicked off my high heels.
Still kissing as my back met the wall in the living room and my purse hit the floor.
I'd never known what it was like to be wanted-or to want-this desperately.
His kisses sizzled on my skin like drops of water on a woodstove.
I hissed, "Yes," as if I were literally letting off steam from the heat building between us.
His foray into licking, sucking and nibbling on my neck didn't last long. He returned to my mouth, teasing me with a feathery brush of his damp lips over every line, divot and curve of my lips. He systematically destroyed everything I've ever known about kissing.
There were kisses.
And there was the way Jensen Lund kissed.
I reached for him blindly, desperate to touch any part of him.
Next thing I knew, he held both my wrists together in one hand, behind my back.
His mouth was on my ear. "Am I doing something you don't like?"
"No!"
"Then keep your hands out of my way."
"But-"
He shut me up with another brain-scrambling kiss as he unhooked the halter straps of my dress, letting the silky material brush over every inch of my skin. His callused fingers followed the satin edges of my strapless bra to the back and he undid the clasp.
My bra fell away.
Big, hot hard palms covered my chest. His rough skin stroked the softness of mine as he cupped one breast in each hand, letting his thumbs sweep across my nipples as lightly as a whisper. Over and over until I moaned with frustration and broke the kiss.
His masculine, slightly mean chuckle vibrated against my throat.
I whispered his name and a soft please.
Jensen's thin thread of control wavered. Groaning, he hoisted me higher against the wall, kissing my breasts as thoroughly as he had my mouth. Muttering unintelligible things into my cleavage.
I squirmed and arched and went a little wild.
That turned him wild.
He quickly yanked the bottom of my dress up to my waist. When his fingers connected with my bare backside, he froze. Another growling groan. His breath came hard and fast against my swollen nipples. "If I'd known you were wearing a thong under this dress we never would've gone to that damn bar."
"Then I wouldn't know how well you can sing."
I felt him smile against my breast and then his mouth meandered back up, zigzagging sideways to scatter hot, wet kisses from the ball of my shoulder up to the hollow of my ear. "I wanna make you sing." He traced the outer shell of my ear with the very tip of his tongue. "Actually, I want to make you scream."
Oh god. I'd never survive this. Jensen Lund was way too much man for me to handle. I was already quaking like a damn leaf in a windstorm and we weren't even fully naked yet.
"Rowan," he said sharply.
"You give me chills when you say my name all growly like that."
He curled his left hand around my hip and trailed the tips of his fingers up the inside of my thigh as he continued to kiss and nuzzle my neck.
My knees literally started to knock.
Jensen chuckled. "You know what'll stop that?"
"I don't want anything to stop it, Jensen. I want more."
"Spread. Your. Legs."
I had no idea that a steely command delivered in a whisper could be so sexy.
I had no idea I'd just . . . obey.
I had no idea he'd lose his cool when he felt how hot and wet I was between my legs.
Jensen took my mouth in a fierce kiss. As ruthless as his mouth was, his fingers were gentle as he started to stroke me, right over the lace of my thong.