Tristan
“Tris,” Jesse gasps out the moment the door opens. “I didn’t mean— Wasn’t a—”
For a moment, he just stands there, staring, and then he legitimatelylungesfor me, tangling his hands up in my hair and full-oncrashinghis mouth against mine. And fucking god, that kiss— It’s all tongue and teeth and messy, hungry need that lights up every last inch of my body as he drags me forward, spinning us, pinning me against the doorframe.
“Not…a booty…call,” he pants against my lips, resting his forehead against mine as he shakes his head.
“Oh yeah?” I tilt my chin, nipping at his lip. “Why am I not feeling convinced, sunshine?”
His answer is a rough moan that goes right through me, all low and hungry and sexy as fuck, until I’m pressing forward against him, arching up and into the hard bulge in his jeans for a moment before I can stop myself.
And then he’s kissing me again, fuckingdevouringmy mouth. Every stroke and pass of his tongue against mine sends ripples of heat tingling through me, and the solid weight of him crushing me back into the wall makes me want to live in this moment forever.
Aching need like I’veneverfelt before builds at the base of my spine as his fingers tighten in my hair—ohhh fuck yess— tugging my head back a little so he can kiss me deeper, harder. He groans into my mouth, and I groan back, chasing his tongue, feral for the velvet softness of it.
Sparks shiver over my skin and my hands flex and clench at his hips when he tugs my lower lip between his teeth. He bites down, and a jolt of pleasure makes me gasp against the urge to use my grip to pull his body flush with mine.
There’s not a damn thing I can do to keep my hips from stuttering forward though, trying to find some sort of friction against his thigh that’s slipped between mine. And,fuuuuck, it’s all I can do to stop myself after just one thrust. Two— Five—Fuck—
“’m sorry,” I choke out, pressing myself back against the wall, squeezing my eyes shut, panting as I try to force myself to stop.
And now that my hands aren’t grasping tight at his hips, they’re skimming over the softness of his sides, teasing up under that ugly-ass sweater I’m barely holding back from ripping off his body. His muscles twitch and ripple under my touch, and I freeze. Pull my hands back down from under his shirt.
I can’t rush him. I can’t—
“I didn’t mean—” he breathes out, all shaky and ragged. And fuck, hearing him so totally wrecked has my core tensing and my legs trembling with the effort not to full-on fuck myself against his leg.
Butfuuucking yes— He’sthe one grinding forward againstmenow, his cock hard and straining at his jeans as he drags its covered length against my hip.
Ohhh yes—
More—
“Oh god—” he groans, crushing himself forward against me as I grab hold of his beltloops, tugging him harder into me. “Didn’t mean I don’t want this—”
My cock’s been hard as steel since the first hot glide of his tongue over mine, and now it jerks in desperate hope because whatever, however much he’s ready for—
Just fucking yes.
“I just… had to see you, Tris. I missed you.”
I swear the swoopy-leap my heart gives would have knocked me right off my feet if he hadn’t had me all smooshed back against the wall, held up by the solid weight of his body.
Oh, sunshine. I missed you too.
Except I can’t fucking say it.
Instead I catch his mouth in a hot AF kiss, petrified and hoping all at once that he’ll feel the truth of what I just can’t make myself say aloud in the way I can’t hold back my smile, even as I lick at the plump softness of his lips.
Our kiss slows to something slow and sweet and so goddamn tender that if he were anyone else, I’d be crawling out of my skin trying to get away from the feel of his thumbs stroking against my cheeks as he cups my face.
He’s not anyone else though. He’sJesse. Sunshine and sweetness and the only thing that’s ever really felt safe in my fucked-up life, and so I can’t do a single thing except for sink into his touch. And I do, my arms pulling tight round his back as I drink in every last one of his terrifyingly perfect kisses that suddenly have me blinking back the stupid-ass sting of the way my day fell the fuck apart.
I don’t even realize we’ve somehow made our way intoJesse’s apartment until one of his hands leaves my face to pull the door shut behind us.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” he breathes, watching me pull back a little, holding my hand against the wall at my side to keep from falling as I kick out of my shoes. Between the way he’s kissed me breathless and the dizzy swoop of the butterflies he’s had to go and drive fucking crazy, I’m so off balance, I need the support.
Shit, my knees are legitimatelyshaking.
