122. HUSH MELODY!

JENSEN’S POV The door slammed shut behind us. For a split second, I felt Melody slipping away, the panic from earlier threatening to pull her back into worry. I wasn’t having that. I caught the back of her neck firmly and yanked her back to my mouth, kissing her hard, deep, almost punishing. My tongue pushed past her lips, tasting her. I needed her. I needed to drown in her. I picked her up like she weighed nothing, her legs wrapping around my waist instinctively as I carried her toward the private bathroom attached to the suite. The second we stepped inside, she tried to slip away again, feet touching the floor. “Jen, you need painkillers and ice—” she started, voice shaky with concern. I didn’t let her finish. I turned on the shower, hot water raining down instantly, soaking us both. Then I crossed the small space in one stride, grabbed the neckline of her shirt with both hands, and ripped it clean down the middle. Melody gasped, the torn fabric falling open to expose her perf