I wrap myself around him. I press every part of my body up against him, trying to let him know that I freaking need him.
In a blink, my shirt’s gone, pulled over my head and flung somewhere behind him, and I gasp at the sudden rush of cool on my skin.
“Turn,” he murmurs.
I do. Immediately. Without thinking.
He drags the rest of my clothing off from behind, slow at first… then impatiently. The sight of my bare skin is undoing him.
I make a small, breathless sound. Half embarrassment, half feelings that are far more dangerous.
And oh.
Oh.
He’s…
Beautiful.
Strong.
Broad-shouldered, warm and solid and Jesse in a way that makes my head spin.
“Abilene…” He drags a knuckle down the center of my stomach as he drags me back to face him. “You look…” He breaks off, breath shaking. “I can’t even pick the right word.”
Heat pools low and heavy in my belly.
I surprise myself by moving first, sliding onto his lap, straddling him, hands on his chest. His eyes flare so sharply it lights me up wickedly.
“You’re adorable,” he husks, “thinking you’re the one in control.”
His hands grip my waist, hard enough to make me gasp, and he rolls his hips just enough to send a shockwave through my whole body.
My breath stutters.
He grins. “You feel that.”
It isn’t a question.
I nod and lift my head, just enough to bite his bottom lip. Thankfully, that’s all he needs.
With one intense thrust, he’s inside of me, driving me wild.
He sets a deep, relentless, devastating rhythm that sends pleasure spiraling through me so fast I can’t keep up. Every push, every roll of his hips strikes through me like a lightning bolt, curling my toes, making my legs lock tight around his waist.
My spine bows.
My breath shatters.
My fingers claw at him, trying to anchor myself.
The pleasure builds too quickly, too fiercely, a molten pressure climbing higher and higher until my whole body is trembling with it. I’m trying not to fall apart yet. I want to savor him, savor this, burn it into memory.
But he doesn’t give me a chance.
“Abilene,” he groans in my ear, wrecked with hunger, “I’ve got you.”
The sound, the tone, the way he says my name…
