And it’s not like he’s any less gone than I am. Those grey-blue eyes of his are almost black from the way his pupils have blown wide, and every inch of his skin, up to the mussed-up line of his golden-blonde hair, is that shade of flushy pink that’s officially become my favorite.
And his lips—Oh fuuck,his lips—All slick and swollen and puffy where I’ve bitten at them, parted to take in his heaving, choppy breaths.
“Show me.” I hadn’t meant to let those words slip out, and for a moment, a cold wave of fear that I’ve just fucked up drowns out the fire Jesse’s lit in me.
It’s only for a moment though, ‘cause on his next breath, he lets out a shuddering moan that I swear I can feel vibrating straight through me. His already flushed cheeks go scarlet, and the darkening stain spreading down his neck is almost as good as the way his hands close on my waist, all tight and hard and in charge.
Thenohhhh, he’s tugging me after him, backing up toward—fucking yes—his bed.
And even though he’s blushed that scorching hot color that I can legitimatelyfeelburning right through the layers of our clothes and under my hands I just can’t seem to keep fromroaming over his chest, he’s not even shy about it either.
Oh no, there’s this other side to my sexy sunshine right now, that hidden confidence that peeks out sometimes, and I fuckinglove it.
Mysunshine? Definitely gonna have to unpack that one later, ‘cause when I do, that shit’s going to spark a whole fucking spiral of freaking out, and now is totallynotthe time to get intothat.
Nope, definitely not the time, because before I can even blink, he’s pulling me right down to straddle his lap at the edge of the bed. His hands grip my waist as he scoots back, dragging me with him like I weigh nothing, all dominant and strong and hot AF, and every single thought isgonefrom my head.
And. Fuck. Me.
‘Cause did he really just go and get even sexier than ever?
I don’t know how much of it’s that I know I’m maybestillnot gonna be able to finally have him, and how much is that sudden flip on of his confidence switch, butfuck. Justfuuuck.
“I think you’re gonna have to be the one who says what goes here,” I laugh around a moan as his hands pin my hips to his lap and his lips find the side of my neck. Andohhhthat hot, soft mouth of his on my skin—
My own hands clutch at his shoulders, gripping convulsively at the thick solidness of them as his teeth scrape down a tendon, rigid and tight with the effort of keeping still. Under me, I can feel the straining outline of his cock, pressing up against my balls and ass so perfectly that I have to bite my lip and breathe out slow and long, to stop myself from rocking against him.
“’Cause one,ohhfuuck, sunshine,” I gasp as his teeth sink lightly into the curve of my shoulder. My fingers dig into hisback, clenching reflexively as prickles of sweat break out across my forehead with the effort of keeping still. “I wouldn’t have known something like this was—mnngh—on the table.”
A quiver runs through me as he runs his tongue over the indents his teeth just left in my skin. Fuck, but this guy knows how to light up every last inch of me like a damn Christmas tree.
“And two,” I drop my lips to his ear, letting my breath fan over his skin and my hands drift up, stroking teasingly along the sides of his neck as I whisper, “you getting all strong and hot and in charge like that? Sunshine, you’re gonna make me forget we’re not already fucking.”
He groans, his whole body shuddering against mine as he squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head, letting it fall forward against my shoulder. His hands flex tight around my waist, and his hips give just the teeniest little stutter up and into me, sending a pulse of electric pleasure up my spine.
“Jesus, Tris. You can’t just say things like that.”
For a moment, a flash of worry flares in me again. Worry that I’ve fucked up, pushed too far—
And then his lips are on mine, his tongue hot and urgent, fucking into my mouth as I open to him. His breath comes in ragged gasps as I try and totallyfailto stop myself from rocking my hips to roll my cock against him, to feel his press harder up against me from below. Instead of stopping me though, he—ohhhfuuuck—he thrusts up to meet me, and there’s no holding back the needy whimper I let out at the delicious tease of friction.
It’s not enough though. Not enough—
I want, no, I fuckingneedto feel him. I need the heat and weight and velvet-soft hardness of his cock against mine, thetwo of them all slick and dripping, fucking together into his big hand—
My fingers clench against Jesse’s hips, digging in because it’s all I can do to try and stop myself from reaching between us and undoing his jeans.
And then my breath rushes out in a punched-out moan of sound ‘cause,fuck, are those his hands pushing up my shirt where he’d been stroking his fingers over the material across my hips? And,ohhh, oh god fucking yes,is he moving those fingers down now to sneakunderthe waistband of my joggersandmy boxers?
“Ohhh fuckingyes—”
So maybe I hadn’t meant to say, or rather moan, those words out loud against his mouth. But the way Jesse’s lips curve up into a smile under mine, and how his breath stutters out, like nowhe’sthe one trying to hold himself back?
He wants this.Ohhh he fucking wants it.
“Uhhnfuckyesss, sunshine,” I gasp, all muffled by the way he’s sucking my lip between his.
The feel of his broad, warm hands splaying wide across the top of the curve of my ass sets off a lightning storm of sparks exploding out from the brush of his fingers as they tease and stroke my skin. And holy shit, this time, I reallyamnotresponsible for the way my hips stutter and rut against him as my middle tenses and my cock jerks and leaks, soaking a wet patch at the front of my joggers. Who knew that waiting this long to feel the touch of my sunshine’s fingers so near where I want them most could have this kind of effect on me?
