I’m not sure if it makes a sound. My heart is thundering in my ears so loudly, it was even drowning out the music playing in the bar.
Everything else disappears but the desire pulsing between us. There’s only Jesse. Me. The short breaths we keep taking as we stare at each other.
His blue eyes are shining, like the sun reflecting on a deep lake on a windy day. They’re pulling me further and further under his spell. I could drown in them if I’m not careful.
I’m tired of being careful.
I’m tired of always trying to do what’s expected of me.
I want to do what feels right.
I want to be swept under his current.
Jesse slides his teeth over his bottom lip and takes a step toward me. “Doing okay?”
I nod, releasing a shaky breath and silencing the last murmur ofgood girls don’t have sex with a man on they just metechoing in my head.
I take a step closer to him, so the tip of my tennis shoes are nearly touching his boots. “I could be better.”
His dark brows shoot up. “You could?”
“Yep.” I rest my palms on his chest, marveling at the heat and power seemingly radiating off of him.
His gaze flickers to my lips. I part them instinctively. He raises his hot stare back to mine.
“How so?” he asks.
“I’d be better if you kissed me.”
A slow smirk spreads across his face. “Would you now?”
“Sure would.” I grin back. “Especially if you pushed my back against the door and did it. Because never have I ever…”
His brow furrows. “No one has ever pushed you against a door to kiss you?”
“I’ve lived a pretty ordinary life.”
“No you haven’t.” He rests his rough hands on my hips and inches me backward toward the door. “Baby, nothing about you is ordinary. You’ve just been hanging out with the wrong people.”
Before I can argue, my back hits the door, his chest presses against me, and his mouth crashes against mine.
He catches my breath with his kisses—hot and searing, practically branding me with their intensity.
My nipples pucker and tighten with the delicious friction created between our bodies. They wait in anticipation as one of his hands slides up and down my side, coming closer and closer to what they crave.
I don’t wait long. He cups my breast, palming it gently, sliding his thumb over the nipple sticking out through the layers of cotton jacket and sports bra.
I may not have dressed sexy for this date. But I’ve never felt more desirable or desired.
And I’ve never wanted anything—or anyone—more.
Pressing myself into his touch, I let my own hands explore his body. I push the jacket off of his shoulders, forcing his hand away from my body for just a moment so it can pool at his feet. My fingers dig into the muscles bunched on his back. They slide over his hard pecs.
They clutch the thick hair on his head. All the while, I kiss him as if my whole life depends on it.
It’s soon too much. I pull back to catch my breath, but Jesse continues working his magic. His beard scrapes against the side of my cheek and neck as he trails more hot kisses down my neck.
“Well?” he says between kisses. “What do you think of this new experience?”
