She folds into my arms with ease. Her thighs can’t be much bigger than my biceps. I could lift her with one hand. Damn, thinking back to her standing off against me at the store has me holding back a chuckle. She shifts as I walk up the stairs and rolls into me. She’s wearing my T-shirt again, and fuck, my cock starts to come alive. She runs her hand over my chest and around my neck.
I freeze. Is she awake? Her breathing’s the same rush of shallow huffs, so I doubt it.
I continue climbing. A few steps later, her petite hand tries to hold me to her, and her fingers brush over the sensitive area below my ear. My dick starts operating on its own accord, begging her to do more.
I hold it together until I’m at her bed. I roll the sheets back and lean over to place her gently under the covers. As I straighten up, she clutches my shirt, stopping me again.
“Jack,” she says quietly.
“Yeah?” My breath grows more ragged as my pants get tighter and tighter. My eyes travel over Jessi’s face, finding her eyes still closed.Is she sleep-talking?
I hover over her, enjoying her hand on my shirt but worried she’ll wake up and scream.
“You smell good,” she mumbles.
“Thank you. I was making sure you got into bed.”
“Mhm. I like it when you call me baby.”
Without thinking, I kiss her forehead.
She trails her hand up my back and neck, drawing me closer. Her lips hover under my cheek, grazing my jaw in the smallest kiss. When it’s over, her head sinks back into the pillow. “Thank you,” she says as she rolls over.
I stand up and drag my hands down my face, trying to regain my sanity. It takes everything in me not to devour those full, pouty lips. She drives me out of my mind with need. But somehow, I step away, shut Jessi’s light off, and close the door.
My dick is swollen, throbbing, and needs relief. So I head to my shower, though I know I shouldn’t. Not with Jessi so close. I can’t help myself. I need to come. Get her out of my system.
I crank up the cold water, but it does nothing to extinguish the fire coursing through my veins. I wrap my hand around myself and tug hard, bracing my free hand against the wall. Jessi’s face flashes into my mind. Her eyes, hearing her say she likes when I call her baby. I imagine her hands wrapping around my thick dick, and the tension builds inside of me with each jerk.Oh fuck.The thought of her lying on the bed with nothing but my shirt on—her opening her legs for me—undoes me.
White ribbons fly against the shower wall. I haven’t come that fast . . . ever.
There. I just needed to get her out of my system. I should have better control now, I tell myself.She can stay here without any problems from me.
“Sure she can,” I mutter.
CHAPTER 22
JESSI
When I wake up in my newly decorated room, I know I didn’t fall asleep there. At some point Jack carried me. We talked. He left. But I don’t remember exactly what happened. Maybe he can remind me.
But Jack is gone by the time I wander downstairs. “Man, when he said he wakes up early, I wasn’t expecting this early,” I say to the empty kitchen.
My thoughts take over the minute I sit down to breakfast. I need to figure out what I’m going to do next. I can’t spend my days lounging on Jack’s couch while he works to support me. My dad gave me money, but I don’t want to be a mooch, so the pressure to do something is weighing on me.
An idea pops into my head. If I really want to leave Dad, Shannon, and Austin in the dust, I should at least explore a degree I can use to find a high-paying job.
After spending the day investigating colleges and potential majors and wondering why I even bothered if I don’t like anything I see, I decide to make dinner. I figure it’s the least I can do. I make fajitas and rice.
As I’m finishing, I hear the garage door open.
“What smells so good?” Jack yells when he walks in.
“I made dinner. I hope you didn’t already eat,” I say, my skin tingling with nerves. Will he think I’m intruding or getting too comfortable in his space?
He comes into full view, and I swear I have never seen anyone sexier. I totally get why some women find men with dirt-covered hands and grease-stained jeans hot. Jack is a beautiful sight.
“I could get used to this, but you know you don’t need to do this, right?” Jack says.
