“I really, really, can.”
“Chloe?”Knox raised an eyebrow.She hadn’t looked away from him for even a second.“Is that all right with you?”
She was silent for so long he was afraid he’d made a mistake.
“It’s okay if the answer is no, Chloe.You’re in charge here, remember?”
“I remember,” she said shakily.“It’s just…what about you?”
Amused, touched, he shook his head.“Don’t you worry, darling.I’ll be getting mine tomorrow.”
Relief and pleasure flooded her expression.“Okay.”
Unable to help himself, he leaned down to take her mouth in a quick kiss, teasing them both.“Go on with Jesse, now,” he whispered.“Let him make you feel good.”
She sighed into his mouth.“Yes.”
Chloe had absolutely no idea how they’d gotten from the empty apartment to hers, probably because Jesse was kissing her the whole time.He stopped when they hit the wall just inside her apartment and he accidentally bit her lip.
“Shit.Sorry.”
She licked her lip, tasted the tang of copper.“It’s okay.”
“Are you sure?You’re bleeding.”
“Fine,” she assured him breathlessly and dragged his mouth back to hers.
They slid along the wall, staggering into the living room.She aimed for the couch, but he shook his head.“Bedroom.”
“Okay,” she said agreeably and changed course.
She bumped into the door, bounced off the door frame, and dragged him inside.When her legs hit the end of the bed, she let go of him long enough to get rid of the sweatshirt, then reached for his T-shirt.
He stared at her bare breasts.“No bra?”
She wanted to smile at the croak in his voice, but she was too turned on.“I never bother with one at home.”
He lifted his arms so she could tug his shirt over his head.“You were wearing a pushup bra.”
She tossed the shirt aside and stroked his bare chest, humming with delight.“What?”
“That one time,” he said, then hissed out a breath.She’d found his nipples.“Shit, that feels good.Do it again.”
“Okay,” she agreed and did it again.
His groan was like music.“Fuck, where was I?Right.When Knox and I came over, the day we started construction.”
“What about it?”She wondered what his nipples would taste like, and decided to find out.
“You were— Oh, fuck, Chloe.”His hand fisted in her hair as she lapped at his nipple, scraped it with her teeth.“You were wearing a pushup bra that day.”
“Oh, that.”She switched to his other nipple.His hand tightened in her hair, and the little sting was fuel to the fire.“That was for your benefit.”
“I fucking knew it.”He tugged her head back, triumph glittering in his dark eyes.“I told Knox, but he didn’t believe me.You have to tell him I was right.”
“Later,” she promised and reached for his belt buckle.
“Okay,” he said and filled his hands with her breasts.
