When I Need You (Need You #4)(77)

With his determination and skill it'd take very little to finish me off. But no way was I stopping this crazy rocket ride and asking him to slow down. I'd enjoy every blasted second of it.

When the fuse inside me finally blew, I had to rip my mouth away from his so I could breathe through the pulsating vibrations that had me shuddering in his arms.

Jensen kissed my neck, maintaining the perfect rhythm until I recovered.

I swallowed hard-evidently gasping from an incredible climax left your mouth dry. Who knew? Not me, as I'd never experienced that before.

I shook my head to clear the fuzz and buzz.

Then Jensen's cocky smile landed on my lips. He was back to rebuilding the momentum and that buzz of awareness between us.

I felt the power of him all the way to the soles of my feet. A persistent vibration.

Wait a second. That buzzing wasn't just my body's reaction to him. My phone was in my purse. Buzzing on the floor by my feet.

I had to tear my mouth away from his again. "Jensen."

"Bring those lips back here. I'm not even close to done with them," he said on a husky whisper.

"Hold on for a second. My phone is buzzing."

Jensen immediately released me to the floor.

I pulled my cell out and my heart jumped into my throat. The caller ID said GABRIEL. Nicolai's dad. "Gabriel? Is everything all right?"

"I hate to call you, Rowan, but Calder says his tummy hurts. He said he feels like he could throw up."

"Has he?"

"No, but I wasn't sure what he could take for it, so I thought I'd better see what you want to do."

I stood. "I'll just come and get him. I'll be there in like five."

"I think that's for the best. He looks pretty pale."

My stomach roiled. "Thanks, Gabriel." I hung up and started toward the door, my mind focused on getting to my son as fast as possible.

"Whoa." Jensen stepped in front of me. "What's going on with Calder?"

"He's sick, so I have to go get him."

"Of course you do, sweetheart, but not looking like that."

I glanced down. The upper half of my dress was bunched around my waist. My bra-no idea where the hell that had gone. But the fact of the matter was, my boobs were hanging out as was my ass. "Omigod."

"Here. Let me." Jensen was as adept at getting me back into my clothes as he'd been getting me out of them. Then he tilted my head back and smoothed his hands over my hair. "Better."

"Thank you." I looked down to hide my face in the guise of searching for my shoes. "I'm sorry. This isn't how I wanted . . ." I swallowed the tears that clogged my throat from worry for my child and frustration that I had to leave it like this with Jensen. "I'm sorry. You're probably mad-"

"Stop." He invaded my space, his hands cradling my face as he forced me to look at him. "I know we have to go, so we can talk about it later, but don't think for one second I'm pissed off at you because your son got sick." He kissed me quickly, but tenderly. "You need to grab other shoes, or will you be all right walking barefoot?"



       
         
       
        

My brain had gotten stuck on we. "Jens, you don't have to-"

"Help you? Wrong. I'm here, so suck it up and let's go." After another quick kiss he held the door open for me and as soon as we were in the hallway, he reached for my hand.

In that moment I knew I was on dangerous ground with him.

But I couldn't think about that now.

He squeezed my fingers and said, "Breathe, mama. You won't do him any good if you pass out before we get there."

I inhaled deeply and let it out slowly. Some of my lightheadedness disappeared.

The sidewalk was cool beneath my feet as we crossed to the next building. Our key card only worked for our building, so I had to use the buzzer. By the time we reached the apartment on the second floor, Gabriel waited for us in the doorway. "Sorry about this. Gejel is sitting with him on the couch. I don't think it's anything he ate, since we all had the same thing and none of us are sick."

"I'm sure it's not food-related. He just gets overly excited sometimes and this happens."

Gabriel finally looked at the big man standing behind me with his hands on my shoulders. "Hey, Jensen. Good to see you. Wish it was under better circumstances."

"Me too."

I'd barely made it through the door when Calder launched himself at me. "Mommy, my tummy hurts."

"I know, baby." I tried not to squeeze him too tightly. "We'll get you home."

"But I don't wanna go! Nicolai probably won't ever want me to have a sleepover again," he said between hiccupping sobs.