When I didn’t say anything, Jenner’s fingers climbed up the inside of my thigh. “Don’t say no. It’s just a key…” He stopped just inches from the junction to my sex. “And maybe half my closet. But I didn’t have a lot in there to begin with, so it didn’t take much to move things around to make room for some of your stuff. You didn’t even hear me doing it.”
His nervousness was adorable, and for some reason, it made me feel less self-conscious about how I’d allowed my insecurities to mess with me earlier. “I love you.”
Both our mouths dropped open at my confession. I didn’t know why I’d just blurted it out, but it had simply felt right.
Suddenly, I was on his lap, his fingers of one hand tangled in my hair as he angled my head for a kiss that stole every sane thought from my head. He devoured my mouth, making that sweet, slow kiss from earlier seem as if it had come from a different person. His touch, his taste, even the heaviness of his breathing had a possessiveness to it that lit me aflame from the inside out.
There was nothing slow or gentle or even remotely sweet about this kiss. And I wanted more.
His fingers in my hair tightened as he pulled my head back, both of us gasping for oxygen. “You love me?”
Licking my swollen, tingling lips, I nodded. “Yes.”
His lashes lowered, and his head fell forward as he pressed his face to my chest. A shudder went through him, and I cupped his head to me, sensing he needed me to hold him.
Jenner squeezed his arms around me, just short of being painful. “There’s only been one other person who has ever told me they love me, and she’s my adopted sister.”
Something painful twisted in my chest, and I held him closer. That made zero sense to me. Who could meet Jenner and not love him? It had taken nothing for me to fall for him, to know without a doubt that I would love him for the rest of my life.
With me still in his lap, he stood, making me squeal and clutch at his shoulders. A predatory sound rumbled in his chest as he sprinted back to the bedroom. I didn’t protest when he dropped me in the middle of the bed and followed me down. My shirt disappeared, as did my bra and jeans. I wasn’t sure if my clothes actually survived the undressing, but I didn’t care.
My focus was on Jenner and the wildness in his eyes as he kicked off his jeans and spread my thighs as wide as they would go. “Say it again.”
“I love you,” I moaned as he thrust into me. My inner tissue was swollen and sore, but that only heightened my pleasure.
“Your heart is mine now, little lamb,” he growled, thrusting so hard that the bed frame slammed into the wall. “I’m never giving it back.”
I could barely think past how good he felt. This was so different from the other times we’d come together throughout the night. He wasn’t just seeking or giving pleasure. Jenner was owning me, and it was the most euphoric experience of my life.
“This is my pussy…my heart…my love.” He punctuated each vow with an even harder thrust each time, and I couldn’t hold back. I screamed his name, begging for more, more, more.
My orgasm hit me without warning, but as I was free-falling over the edge into ecstasy, I heard the sweetest words that helped me hold on to reality.
“I love you, Doe,” Jenner chanted as he filled me with his own release. “I fucking love you!”