“You’ve got to be kidding me. You’re backing outnow?”
“Hell no, I’m not backing out. I want you so much I can’t see straight. But I want you to be sure.”
I needed a ton of time to work up to sure, if I’d ever get there at all. What I did know, and what I could never deny, was that my love and need for this man ran soul-deep. Deeper than logic or self-preservation and everything else I’d grasped on to since I’d lost him.
“I need you,” I cupped his neck, avoiding his question with a confession. “Please,” I begged, pressing my lips to his as I arched my back off the mattress.
His eyes glossed over as he smoothed the hair off my forehead.
“You have me.” His lips curved as he reached around me to unhook my bra. “All of me.” He slipped the straps off my shoulders before tossing it next to the bed. “You never need to ask.”
He held my gaze as he sucked my nipple back into his mouth, pressing his hand to my stomach when I bucked my hips off the mattress.
Instead of almost ripping my jeans in half, he inched them down slowly this time, slipping his hands up my legs and over the insides of my thighs, with a mix of lust and reverence in his gaze.
He rose from the bed, tearing off his jeans and boxers in one swoop.
I let my gaze rake over his body, fixating on his long, hard cock as it bounced against his stomach.
“Like what you see, Legs?” He climbed back on the bed after he rummaged through his nightstand drawer. He held up a foil packet and tore it open, rolling it on his hard length as he smirked at me.
“You’re all right,” I tried to tease as I wrapped my legs around his waist, smiling at the groan rising from his throat as I clenched them tighter.
“Are you sure you call me Legs because I was fast…or because of this?” I joked, lifting my hips off the bed.
He slid his hand across the nape of my neck before he took my mouth in another hungry, desperate kiss. I rocked against him, the tickle of his chest hair against my breasts setting me off already as I scraped my nails down his back.
“I called you Legs because this, right here,” Jesse rasped, slipping a hand between us. I mewled as he teased my clit with more torturous little circles before he slipped a finger inside. “Between your beautiful legs is my favorite place to be.” He kissed me again, licking inside my mouth with long, needy strokes. “Feels so good to be home.”
He slid inside me with one thrust, my core still sensitive from earlier but very ready for more. I tightened my legs even more asJesse moaned into my mouth, slamming into me so hard, I was afraid he’d put a dent in the wall.
Sex between us as teens had always been rushed. We were either on curfew or waiting to hear that key in the door from someone arriving home before they were supposed to, but this desperation wasn’t because of a time limit or fear of getting caught.
This was something different. Something more than just racing toward a finish line or getting lost in the feelings and each other.
This was deeper in every sense of the word. Deeper and dangerous and more telling than I had the guts to acknowledge.
“It’s so good. Too good,” he grunted out, his gaze locked with mine as a bead of sweat snaked down his temple.
“Are you okay?” I asked him, grabbing his face. A smile danced across his mouth as he clutched the back of my head.
“I’m in heaven, baby. Come join me?”
He slid his hand between us again, pinching my clit as he moved deeper and faster. I sat up as the throb at my core ricocheted down my legs.
I laughed to myself, thinking of Jesse worried about skill. If he were any better, he’d kill me.
“That’s it. I feel you. Hold on, baby,” he panted out and clutched on to me as his release tore through him, still moving inside me as his breath slowed.
He collapsed on the mattress next to me, grabbing me by the waist to draw me into his side.
“I love you,” he whispered into the crook of my neck. “So much.”
Tears pricked my eyes as he kissed across my cheek, lingering on my mouth.
“It’s okay,” he said, pressing his lips to my forehead. “You’ll believe me soon.” I didn’t realize I was crying until he swipedaway a tear with his thumb. “Until then, convincing you should be fun.”
I gave him a soggy smile. I wanted to be convinced, but I didn’t know how to silence the steady voice of doubt in my head.
