“Yeah,” I breathe. “I’m sure.”
Something raw flickers across his face, and then his mouth is back on mine, and he’s guiding me backward into the room, kicking the door shut behind us without breaking the kiss.
I think I expected Jesse to be dominant in the bedroom, confident and in control, the way he is everywhere else. But this…this is beyond anything I could ever imagine. The quiet command in his voice, the way he steers my body with a touch, the way he looks at me like he already knows exactly what I want before I ask for it. And the truth is… I like giving in. I like being guided, being told, and being wanted with that sharp, certain intention. The way he leads. The way I like to follow. It feels like we match up in all the right ways.
I gasp when his hands slide to my thighs, lifting me effortlessly off the ground, pushing my back against the wall just inside the room.
My legs wrap around his waist as his body presses fully against mine, and the sound that escapes me is embarrassingly needy. He groans into my mouth, head tipping back for a split second like he’s trying to get control before he gives up, diving back in with a hunger that makes my entire body ignite.
“Madeline…” he murmurs, his forehead pressed to mine, like he’s fighting himself. “I can’t— I can’t stop.”
I don’t want him to.
His body is flush against mine, every hard line pressed into every soft part of me, heat rolling off him like a second skin. My fingers fist his dress shirt, dragging him closer, like I could pull him through me if I tried hard enough.
“Good,” I breathe, nails dragging through his hair, pulling him closer, deeper. “Don’t.”
It’s like his control snaps and then he’s turning, carrying me with him. I cling to him as he walks us backward toward the bed, his lips never leaving mine, kissing me like he’s been starved for weeks and finally gets to eat.
When the backs of his legs hit the mattress, he drops onto it, and I’m suddenly straddling his lap, breathless. My skin tingles when his hands slide up my back, slow but firm, like he wants to memorize every inch. I can feel his erection beneath me, hard, thick, and impossible to ignore, and the low sound that rumbles out of him when I shift my hips nearly undoes me.
“Madeline…” he warns, or begs, or both. “Before anything happens, I need you to hear me.”
Jesse’s hands possessively grip my hips in a way that confirms my expectation that heisinto taking control in the bedroom.
“If you don’t like something I do,” he says, tone deep and commanding. “You tell me, and it immediately stops. Do you understand me?”
I whimper. Jesse is telling me without saying it what kind of a man he is in the bedroom, and it’s doing devastating things to my body.
I swallow hard, trying to find my voice, but he isn’t finished.
“I’m not gentle when I want someone,” he says. “I take control. I lead.” His breath brushes my lips. “But I only go as far as you want, and I’ll always stop the second you tell me to.”
My entire body sparks. Holy hell. He’s dominant and confident,in control in a way no one has ever been with me. I feel a jolt between my legs knowing I’m about to hand over control to a man who knows exactly what to do with me. It’s something I’ve always wondered about but never experienced.
I look him in the eye. “I understand. I want that too,” I say quietly, giving him permission to take things as far as he wants to take them.
And that’s all it takes.
He kisses me like he’s claiming something, hands moving to my waist, pulling me closer until there’s no space between us. I can feel every inch of him, every line of muscle under my palms as I slide my hands down his chest, over his abdomen, tugging at the hem of his shirt.
After that, it’s like he becomes the focus and I’m the target. His tongue sweeps inside to meet mine as his hands move to the zipper of my dress. He pulls my dress down my shoulders, the fabric whispering over my skin, and I swear he growls when I rock against his hard cock. I tremble when he thrusts his hips up to meet mine.
“Fuck,” he rasps, gripping my waist firmly with his hands, holding me in place while he rolls his hips back and forth against my center. “Making me so hard for you already, Mads, and I haven’t even stripped you out of your clothes.”
His hands skim the newly exposed swell of my breasts before he pushes the fabric down to my waist, exposing my chest. Jesse smiles, lifting me by my ass, before sucking one nipple into his mouth and then the other. His big hands massage and cup my breasts as he licks me.
“You’re…” He can’t seem to finish the sentence, just exhales against my throat. “…God.”
I tug at the buttons of his shirt, one by one, my fingers brushing over warm skin, hard muscle, feeling the steady thump of his heartbeat under my touch.
When his shirt finally spreads open, I flatten my palms overhis chest, hearing his breath catch. I can’t help but smile before dragging my teeth across my bottom lip, knowing it’s me who is lighting him up right now. He peels his shirt off, letting it drop to the floor, and I curl my hand against the nape of his neck and guide his mouth to mine.
“Mmm,” he moans against my mouth, as I rut myself over his cock with enough friction to make my clit buzz to life. I arch my back, body reacting to how good it feels as his hands move to my ass, squeezing. “Stand up, baby. Let me get this dress off you.”
I lean in and kiss him again, pulling his bottom lip between mine, and he exhales a broken curse against my mouth before I stand between his parted thighs.
“Turn around,” he commands as he spins me around. “Show me how fucking perfect you are underneath all of your clothes.”
