One night with Jesse James would never ever be enough, but I lied because if I could only have one night, then that’s what I’d take. “I want this,” I said, sounding needy and desperate.
A wolfish smile flashed over his face and he leaned in and kissed me hard again. I opened my mouth and let his tongue in, my hands reaching around to touch him, to hold him, to feel him. I shoved my hands up his tee, desperate to feel his skin beneath my fingers, as his own hands held my face and he kissed me like his life depended on it.
I reached around to the front of his pants, feeling the swell beneath the zipper, and my body clenched at the thought of him pushing inside of me and taking my body, using me anyway he chose to. I fumbled for a second, trying to pull the zipper down, when Jesse pulled out of the kiss for the second time. He reached down and pulled my hand away.
“Another time,” he said, his voice thick and gravelly, his breath washing over me.
I swallowed and nodded, when really all I wanted to do was have him then. I had no clue why he didn’t want this right then, but I couldn’t force him to have sex with me if he didn’t want to.
“We should get back,” he said, standing up and pulling me with him.
I nodded but didn’t say anything, not trusting myself to speak. Instead I reached down and grabbed my jacket and let him guide me back toward his bike.
Jesse climbed on and waited for me to do the same. I wrapped my arms around him, and once again he grabbed my hands and pulled me tighter against him. I pressed my face against his back as he started the bike and I breathed in his smell.
Jesse drove me home, and when we got there he walked me to my front door, his large frame filling the small porch of Gauge’s home. He looked like he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words, so instead he pulled out his cigarettes and lit one, and then he backed away from me with a smile. I noted the small dimple in his right cheek and I bit down on my bottom lip to stop the huge grin that wanted to escape.
“I’ll be seeing you, Laney,” he said with a nod, and then he turned around and walked to his bike.
“Yeah you will,” I whispered to him.
I unlocked the front door and went inside, leaning back against it as I shut it behind me, and I stared into the dark hallway with a smile on my face.
“Sorry, Mom,” I mumbled, looking upwards. I took a step away from the door and jumped as something thumped on the other side of it three times. I turned back around and threw it open to find Jesse standing there.
He took one look at me and then his arms reached out and grabbed me by the waist, pulling me to him as he slammed his mouth on mine once more. And then we were kissing, tongues moving against each other, hands groping at one another’s bodies, teeth clashing as we greedily took from each other. He pushed me backwards until we was in the hallway, my back pressed up against the wall. Whenever my hands strayed to his dick he grabbed my wrists and held them above my head and instead he ground his hips against me, torturing me with his body and chuckling when I begged for more.
His mouth moved to my neck, kissing along my throat, and then he was pulling away again. “Gotta get back to the clubhouse,” he said, his eyes sparking with mischief.
“You’re fucking kidding me, right?” I bit out breathlessly.
“You and that mouth of yours,” he goaded, rubbing his thumb across my bottom lip. “Gonna get me into trouble one day, no doubt,” he laughed again.
I blinked, sexual frustration running riot through me. “You can’t kiss a girl like that and then just leave,” I said with a breathy laugh.
“But if I didn’t, then how would I know she wanted me for my mind and not my body?” he smarted, giving me a wink.
And I couldn’t help it—I had to laugh. Even as he backed away, one hand rearranging his jeans because of his obvious hard-on for me. I laughed louder and he shook his head and laughed back before sucking his bottom lip into his mouth and letting it go. He cracked his knuckles and turned and walked away, and I watched as he got on his bike and rode away that time.
I had no idea why Jesse didn’t take me that night, when I was so clearly begging for it and he so obviously wanted to fuck me until I couldn’t walk straight for days. But it only made my infatuation with him stronger.
Mom had made me promise I wouldn’t get involved with bikers, but there was no chance in hell I was staying away from that one.
