time following, babe.”
I reached up, planting a soft, sensuous kiss on his lips. I drew back, shaking my head at my own absurdity. “If I have to be trapped in an elevator, a room, anywhere…I want it to be with you.”
He smoothed his knuckles over my cheek.
“I love you, Jansen.” The words rushed from me. Before, when he’d said it, I’d been terrified by what I felt for this man. I’d been swept up in a storm of emotion and hadn’t been able to say the words back. And there was something to be said about saying them on my own. Without it being an expected obligation.
His eyes guttered as he stilled before me. His gaze fell to my mouth, and he grazed his thumb over my bottom lip. “Say that again,” he said, his voice pure gravel.
A warm shudder made my body tremble. “I love you,” I said, barely getting the words out before he crushed his mouth on mine. “I love you,” I repeated, sighing the words against his kiss.
Heat pooled between my thighs, the hunger I had for him intensifying to almost painful levels. He jerked his head back, sucking in a breath. “You want to finish this?”
“I can finish this,” I said with absolute confidence.
He smirked, his eyes churning with primal need. “Do you want to?”
I shook my head. “I want you.”
He glanced behind us, toward the door, as if he were seriously contemplating fucking me on the first available surface—which was a fake sarcophagus.
I laughed, smacking his perfect ass. “Take me home, caveman.”
He growled, showing just the primal male I’d accused him of being.
We were in his home within twenty minutes.
And we didn’t make it two steps in the house before I damn near climbed him like a tree.
We left a trail of clothes in our wake, our mouths crashing together as if those three little words had unleashed something starved within us.
“Fuck, you’re already drenched for me,” Jansen groaned as he stroked his fingers through my slit. I rocked against his hand, digging my nails into the muscles of his shoulders. He hissed, moving his hands to my hips and hauling me up until I locked my ankles around his back.
He took me to the wall, the first available space, and made no preambles of the torture he normally liked to dole out.
No, he plunged inside me with one, sharp stroke that had me throwing my head back. Again and again, he thrust inside me, hitting every deep, aching spot with delicious precision. I clung to him, being able to do nothing but hold on to him as he fucked me against the wall. My mind reeled as my body tangled into a million burning, aching knots.
And Jansen touched every single one of them.
And since I was merely a puppet at his mercy in this position, I did the only thing I could do—crushed my mouth to his. I kissed him, devouring his mouth like I would his cock later. Sighed and moaned between his lips, relishing the taste of him as he pounded inside me with such a primal branding I could barely breathe or think straight.
Reduced to nothing but sensation, I succumbed to the glittering pleasure he wrung from my body. He held me like I weighed nothing, drove into me like he wanted to brand himself across my soul. Wanted to ensure that no one would ever be able to follow him.
And no one ever would.
No one could ever or would ever compare to him. This incredible, fantastic, brilliant man.
“I love you,” I said, flicking my tongue along the edges of his teeth.
He growled, driving into me harder, faster.
Pushing me over that sweet, sharp edge until I shattered around him.
Relentless in his hunger, he kept plunging into me, the heat of him, the rock-hard length of him dragging one orgasm out into another. My thighs trembled as I clenched them around him, my cries likely sounding down the fucking street.
I didn’t care.
I couldn’t care.
Because all that existed or mattered was him and me and us.
This love that burned and sparkled and consumed. That strengthened and shook me.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, his fingers digging in tighter where he held me against the wall.
I tangled my fingers in his hair, yanking his head back so I could watch him come. And the sight of it—those churning blue eyes that ignited like blue flames, those muscles flexing as he effortlessly held me against that wall, the way he owned every single inch of me