JENSYN
“Open up for me, Jensyn.”
I did. His mouth crushed mine before I could reply.
He was rough. His fingers splayed across my throat, tight enough to make me feel his need. His body caged mine, making me feel like a helpless chicken. And God help me, I let him own me. I arched into him, hands tangling in the roughness of his hair, dragging him closer like he was the answer to a question I hadn’t dared ask.
“Linden.” I moaned, my throat hoarse from the kisses he planted on my neck.
He groaned low in his throat. It vibrated against my skin as he trailed those killer kisses from my lips to my cheekbones, my jaw, my ear, my nose.
“Linden—” I breathed, but it came out more like a plea. Yes, I wanted him, I wouldn't lie.
He pulled back just far enough to take me in, his eyes wild, m
