“Likewise.” I sat up and reached for his shirt, undoing the buttons one by one while he remained sitting between my legs, his eyes roaming over me like he’d never get his fill. “You are allowed to touch me, you know.”
Another hard swallow later, he looked up into my eyes again and smirked, not stopping me when I pulled his wet shirt out of his trousers and pushed it off his shoulders. “Trust me, I’m going to, but only when we’re both ready.”
“The anticipation is killing me,” I muttered, only half joking. Shirtless, Jesse was a work of art and my pulse started hammering when my gaze skimmed across his abdomen before I reached for his belt. “I’m afraid I might not have the same level of patience you do.”
For starters, I’d been fantasizing about him since even before that kiss.Let’s just say I’ve had a few long nights.
Jesse wound a hand into my hair again, gripping it just slightly harder than what could be considered normal. That slight bite of pain made me tingle all over as my gaze shot back to his. “Who said I was patient?”
I flashed him a smile as I finally undid his belt. He suddenly scooted off the bed, standing right beside it to kick off his pants and underwear. In a flash, he was completely, entirely, gloriously naked, and I nearly swallowed my tongue.
“You do know how to wear a suit, Jesse Westwood, but I think your birthday suit is my favorite.”
The corners of his mouth kicked up into one of those unbelievably cocky, yet incredibly sexy smirks, those trademarkWestwood blues flickering with heat as he looked back at me. “To quote a very wise woman,likewise.”
I laughed when he reached for me, climbing back onto the bed and making my panties disappear just as fast as his pants had gone. Then his mouth was back on mine and he pushed me down until I was lying flat again. He kissed me until I was squirming underneath him.
Without any warning at all, one of his big hands landed on my thigh and he dragged his fingertips across the skin there, making me burn with need for him to touch me. He was being very careful, though.
“I meant what I said about the anticipation killing me,” I finally murmured into his mouth.
He rewarded me with another smirk as he pulled back and started kissing another path down the length of my torso. This time, he didn’t stop, planting his face firmly between my legs and licking a hot, wet line through my folds.
My hips nearly flew off the bed, my hands shooting to his head to take two fistfuls of his hair again. Jesse groaned once more when I tugged at it, apparently sharing my feelings about liking things just a touch rougher.
But before I could even begin considering what that might mean for the fun we could have together, he sucked my clit between his lips and my thoughts instantly vanished. Pleasure streaked through me instead, the warmth and wetness of his mouth suddenly the only things I could focus on.
My hips bucked of their own accord and Jesse let out a soft moan. “That’s it, baby. Ride my face.”
Shocked that he’d say such a thing so easily and with so much confidence, I blinked a few times, but my body reacted very differently. I felt more heat seeping out of me and Jesse cursed against my skin before doubling his efforts.
I moaned so loudly, it was practically a scream. Then I tightened my grip on his hair and hung on for dear life. “Oh, that’s good. So good. Don’t stop, Jesse.”
While I heard my voice pleading with him, I hadn’t consciously decided to say words. Thankfully, it didn’t seem to matter to him whether or not I’d meant to say them. He listened anyway, even sliding a finger into me and moving it in a way that instantly made my breathing falter and my muscles tense.
Fucking hell, this man knows what he’s doing.
Thomas and I had started dating at twenty-one and we’d been flirting for months before that. Since I’d committed to him so early and I hadn’t been with anyone else since he’d left, it had been a very,verylong time since I’d done anything with a man who wasn’t him.
Not that he’d been an awful lover. We’d simply both been so young and so inexperienced when we’d met that it’d never been likethis. At first, learning and exploring together had been fun, but we’d been one of those couples who’d lost our spark in the bedroom early and we’d never gotten it back.
We simply hadn’t been terribly compatible physically, but Jesse seemed to thrive on every one of my reactions. When I pulled his hair, he moaned. As I thrashed under his mouth, he anchored one hand firmly on my hip and picked up his pace. With every sound that came out of me, he legitimately shuddered.
Thomas had always complained that I moved too much or was getting too loud. Scratching him too hard.
“Give it to me, Jacque,” Jesse commanded suddenly, his voice low, rough, and vibrating through me. “Come for me. I know you want to.”
As if those words had been the magic spell that unlocked my body, the orgasm that’d been building crashed into me with a force of a lightning storm, blinding pleasure racing through mewhen I let go. Only half-aware of the fact that I was genuinely screaming and thrashing around in the throes of it, I opened my eyes when it started subsiding, expecting him to admonish me.
But he didn’t. Instead, he crawled back up the length of my body and kissed me hard, one hand taking my face in an almost bruising grip. I could taste myself on his tongue—something else Thomas had never enjoyed—but Jesse didn’t seem to mind at all.
“I can’t wait to do that again,” he murmured harshly against my lips, then pulled away, climbing off the bed and pulling his wallet out of his pants pocket.
Still panting, I pushed myself up on my elbows and watched him, taking the moment it took him to extract a condom to stare at him in the nude. Jesse clearly worked out, but he wasn’t bulky like a bodybuilder. His lean muscles rippled when he moved, like a jungle cat.
When he turned to face me, about to roll the condom on, I finally allowed my gaze to drop lower. Away from his forearms, sides, and abdomen. Straight to his cock.
In my periphery, I saw him smirk, but I didn’t give a damn. My cheeks heated, but not because of embarrassment.Let him smirk. Let him know that I’m ogling him. He deserves it.
