Bittersweet (Redemption #3) - Jessica Prince Page 0,83
of it back. Not a single thing I went through livin’ there, because it led me to you. I’d do it all over again if it meant having a chance to know you.” I lowered my forehead to hers and squeezed my eyes closed, my words a pleading whisper as I said, “I know I don’t have the right to ask you to forgive me, but I’m going to anyway, because there is no me without you, Shane. So please, please let me try. Let me try to fix us. Let me try to earn your trust and your forgiveness.”
“I was going to you.”
Pulling my head back, my brows pinched in confusion. “What?”
“I wasn’t going out with my friends when you showed up. I was going to you. I had time to think today, then Caroline came over and put some things in perspective. I was going to you so I could ask you to forgive me for being an idiot this afternoon and walking out on you.”
My chest rattled on a strained inhale. “Baby . . .”
“There’s no me without you either, Jensen, never has been. I’ve spent this past five years only existing, because I never stopped loving you either.”
She barely got those last words out before I slammed my mouth down on hers, sealing our lips together. A surge of adrenaline shot through me with that first touch, and the second her lips parted on a gasp, I dove in, my tongue flicking against hers. Her body instantly succumbed to the kiss and she melted into me, reaching up and fisting my hair tightly on a needy moan. Fuck, I’d missed this. The taste of her, the feel of her in my arms, her body pressed against mine.
“Say it,” I demanded against her lips.
She didn’t make me wait. “I love you.”
“Again.”
“I love you, Jens. God, please touch me.”
I slid my hands down her body and grabbed hold of the hem of her shirt, only breaking the kiss long enough to wrench it over her head, then I was back at her mouth, feasting on it like it was my last meal.
I shuffled her backward as I touched her everywhere, her neck, her ribs, her flat stomach, her full, heavy tits. I couldn’t get enough. I wasn’t sure there was enough time in the world to explore her at the lengths I craved.
She let out a whimper when her back hit the wall, and I molded my front to hers, pulling away from her greedy mouth to kiss and lick her neck, knowing how much she loved when I did that.
“Jensen,” she sighed as her nails dragged down my back and her hips rocked forward, brushing against the steel of my erection. “More, please. Don’t stop kissing me. God, don’t stop touching me.”
I popped the button of her jeans with one hand, pulling down the zipper as I used the other to yank the cup of her bra down so I could suck her rosy pink nipple into my mouth.
She cried out and arched her back, grabbing my head and pulling it closer as I guided my fingers past the waistband of her panties and down between her thighs. I growled against her flesh when I felt how wet she was already. I lost all control at the feel of that slickness, driving two fingers in deep and curling them to massage that place inside of her that set her off like a fire cracker.
“Oh shit,” she gasped. “Yes, baby. That’s it. Right there.”
I pulled my fingers out and drove them back in, again and again, turning her on more, making her even wetter as I switched to the other nipple. Even as soaked as she was, her pussy was like a glove, and I couldn’t wait to feel it as I sunk my cock in deep.
“You want to come, sunshine?” I asked, dragging my tongue through the valley between her lush tits.
“Yes. Please.”
“You want my dick?”
“I need it,” she cried.
“You come on my fingers, then I’ll give you my cock.”
Like she was aiming to be the best when it came to following instructions, her pussy clamped down and her nails dug into my back as she moaned long and loud, finishing it off with my name as she came on my hand.
I pulled my head back, my lips curling in a smirk as I looked down at her flushed face and glassy eyes. “Good girl.”
“You made a promise,” she said, yanking at my belt.