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Rolling my eyes, I reply, “I don’t think you’d have to worry about that.” No one has ever looked at me that way. No one but Jensen.
“Bullshit. You’ve fucking gorgeous, Kate. The sexiest woman in the world.”
“You’re sweet, but even I know that’s not true. There are many beautiful women in the world, Jensen.”
“And I’m the fucking luckiest asshole ever because you’re mine,” he practically growls moments before his mouth descends onto mine.
This kiss is everything.
It’s fierce and passionate.
A declaration and a promise.
His tongue glides easily against mine as my fingers slide through his wet hair. I dig my nails lightly into his scalp, loving the low hum that pulls from his throat. His hands move to my ass, gripping and holding me tightly against his very hard body. I rock my hips, reveling in the way he presses against my swollen clit. I realize I could very easily get off just by grinding against him.
“You’re playing a dangerous game,” he whispers.
“Not a game. I need you,” I admit, wishing there were fewer clothes between us.
“Yeah?” Jensen slides a hand between us, cupping my pussy in his big hand. “Water’s not exactly the best lubricant.”
“Definitely not,” I reply, remembering how we’d tried many times back when we were younger. It always seemed to make things a little more difficult.
“I have an idea,” he announces, turning and swimming one armed toward the ladder. “Hang on.”
He makes it to the side easily, even with me attached to his front like a spider monkey. I climb up the ladder, Jensen hot on my heels. When his feet hit concrete, he takes my hand in his and pulls me along beside him. I realize immediately where we’re headed.
The pool house.
“It’s probably not in the best shape,” I start to say as he pushes open the door.
Inside, I’m stunned to find the majority of the space cleaned up, or at least, free of debris and dirt. My eyes fly around the room and take it in. I haven’t been inside since I’ve returned home, and for the most part, it’s exactly the same.
Except those doors.
As I walk over to check them out, Jensen releases my hand. They’re beautiful doors that swing both directions. We used to have an old shower curtain that hung from the doorway, but these doors? So much better.
“You did this.” It’s not a question. I already know.
“I thought it was time to upgrade that nasty old curtain.” His reply comes close, his hands slipping around my waist.
“They’re gorgeous.”
“You’re gorgeous.”
“Thank you,” I tell him automatically, a warm feeling spreading through my chest.
“I made a few other changes,” he adds, a tad on the reserved side.
“Show me.”
Jensen moves me into the bathroom where I find a mostly-cleaned space and a new bench. “I thought I’d be a great place to set down clean clothes while you shower, you know? I always hated just setting them on the sink.”
I turn to face him, my heart pounding with the force of a thousand drums. “You made them.” Again, it’s not a question. I can already tell he did.
A blush creeps up his neck. “Uh, yeah. I know they’re not professional or anything, but I figured they’d get the job done.”
He opens his mouth to say something else, but I cut him off with my lips. My hands grip his hair as I practically climb his body. “I love them. Thank you,” I tell him between kisses.
“If this is the kind of thanks I get, I’ll make you things whenever you want,” he replies, holding onto my ass as my legs wrap around his waist.
“The only thing I want you to make right now is love to me,” I whisper boldly, hoping he won’t notice the way I slipped the L word in there. No, it’s not a declaration, per se, but in a way it is.
Because if there’s one thing I know, it’s I’m one-hundred-percent in love with Jensen Grayson.
Always have been.
