Page 122 of Run to Me

Intrigue threads his voice when he says, “You really want this. It turns you on.”

“Please don’t shame me,” I whisper.

“No, no. I’m not.” Blunt nails scrape my inner thigh. “I’m about to grant your birthday wish. Take off your panties and lie back.”

He pulls a stool around to the end of the island. Then he tugs my hips to the edge of the cool surface and plants my calves on his shoulders, massaging my shins. “Should we have a safe word in case I bite too hard?”

“By the time I use a safe word, the damage will be done.”

“True.”

Sensing his hesitation again, I hike myself on my elbows. With him sitting between my propped-up legs, our positions remind me of being at a gynecologist appointment. “If it makes you feel better, we’ll have a safe word. How about rodeo?”

He stills, and amusement brightens his eyes. “You can’t cry rodeo while I’m getting you off.”

I shrug a shoulder. “Mustard then.”

“Mustard? Do you know any sexy words?”

We’re both grinning now, and I’m relieved the awkwardness has passed.

“You pick one.”

Humming, he runs a hand up my thigh until he reaches my core and slides a finger in and out of me while he thinks. His voice drops lower, the rough sound causing me to shiver. “You never need a safe word with me. I know just how far you’ll bend before you break.”

“Jensen,” I moan, dropping my head back.

He withdraws his hand and plants my heels on the counter. “I’ll take care of you, my beautiful birdie. Try not to scream too loud.”

The moment he swipes his tongue along my slit, I whimper and weave a hand through his hair, fisting the strands. He’s merciless with his teeth and tongue and greedy, supple lips. Those lips suck on my clit with the rhythm of a pulsing heartbeat. He shoves two fingers inside me, finding my pleasure spot as my legs tremble and my hips buck wildly. Between his mouth, his hand, and the delicious assault of his beard on my flesh, I’m close to soaring.

Intense pressure builds in my lower abdomen, a foreign sensation that makes me convulse as I fight against it. Without knowing if releasing the pressure will end in humiliation or pleasure, I squeeze my eyes shut and say, “Do it. Do it now!”

Without disrupting the steady work of his masterful hand, he licks down my thigh and sinks his teeth deep into my flesh. My mind goes blank. My vision turns fuzzy. A guttural, keening cry escapes me when the most embarrassing thing happens.

“Holy shit,” he whispers in awe.

My eyelids are squeezed shut, and I’m certain my face is a deep shade of red. I can’t look at him. I can’t handle the humiliation or the shame.

The stool scrapes against the floor, and then he’s leaning over me. “Look at me, beautiful.”

Lips clamped between my teeth, I shake my head.

“Birdie,” he says, softening his tone. “I want to hold you and comfort you, but my whole arm is dripping wet.”

I whimper.

He plants gentle kisses all over my flaming face. “Don’t be embarrassed. That was the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen or heard in my life.” His belt buckle thumps against the countertop, followed by the sound of a zipper. “I’m so fucking hard for you right now.”

When his erection nudges my entrance, I open my eyes. The green ones staring back at me, shining with fathomless wonder and love, grant me permission to relax and breathe. Jensen pushes into me and groans, gripping one of my hips with his dry hand while holding the other out to the side. Frustrated because he can’t move me at his whim, he peels off his shirt and wipes his arm before burying his fingers in my hips and plunging into me with long, even strokes.

“Could you be any more perfect?” Thrust. “More beautiful.” Thrust. “More mine.”

I’m enchanted, lost in his adoring words while he coaxes more pleasure from my body, his movements languorous and worshipful. Holding me a little closer, a little tighter, he comes with a quiet groan against my lips.

“I love you, birdie. I’m keeping you forever.”

Satisfied with how this fantasy played out, and imagining all the ones we can explore in the future, I grin. “You caught me. I’m not going anywhere.”