I laughed as he nuzzled into my neck, but whispered back, “I’m not sure it is anymore.”
“No?” He lifted up to look in my eyes, intrigued.
“Well… it’s got competition, anyway.” It was true. As much as I loved Jesse above me, on top of me, pinning me down as he fucked me until I saw stars, I’d come to appreciate various other positions. Especially…
“Show me,” he said, his teeth dragging over his lip.
I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed him back; he went easily, letting me take the lead. In seconds I had him on his back, pinned beneath me, straddled by my thighs. “I’d say this position has its advantages.” I reached between my legs and grabbed his hard cock, giving him a long, tight stroke.
He groaned and dropped his head back into the pillows. “Such as?”
“Mmm… killer view,” I murmured, leaning down to kiss him. I watched his gorgeous eyes roll closed as I lowered myself onto his cock, taking him inside me in one long, slow thrust.
I was still watching him moments later when his mouth dropped open. His eyes opened, locking on me. I rode him, so slowly at first that it was sweet torture, and gradually faster, harder. I was still watching him when his breath caught, his hands gripping my hips and squeezing me, hard, as he came inside me.
I leaned in and kissed him again, melting against him. Then he flipped us over and went down on me, his unhurried tongue bringing me slowly to orgasm. I was still watching him when I came, my hands buried in his dark hair, with the words running through my head that I wouldn’t let leave my lips.
I love you.
I so fucking love you.
He was still watching me, too.
And if this wasn’t real, if none of this was real, it was going to shred me to pieces.
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“You have the same tattoo,” I whispered, not even sure if Jesse was still awake.
I was curled against him in the dark, my heart still beating faster than normal. I hadn’t yet fully come down from the thrill of getting fucked up against the wall, my legs wrapped around Jesse’s hips, gravity driving me down on his cock... because apparently, when I’d come on his tongue it turned him into a horny beast in need of another round.
He stirred, his fingers coiling in my hair, breath fanning on my neck. “Hmm?”
“Your tattoo.” I skimmed my fingers over the figure on his wrist. “Jessa has the same one, on her ankle. It’s a lot smaller, but I saw it at the club.”
“Mmm,” he murmured. “Got them when Mom died.”
My fingers stilled. Then I traced the long lines of the wings that I was pretty sure belonged to a kick-ass, rock ’n’ roll angel. Shit. I didn’t even know what to say.
There was so much about him, about his life, that I didn’t know. So much I still wanted to learn.
“Why didn’t you just tell me you were going to meet up with her?”
I waited for the warm plume of his breath on my throat but it didn’t come. Finally, he let it go on a silent sigh. “She asked me not to tell anyone.”
I tightened my grip on his waist. “I don’t mean to pry. But… is everything okay? You seemed upset at dinner.”
“Our mom died nine years ago this week,” he said. “It’s always a hard time for Jessa.”
Oh, man. I had no idea.
I noticed, though, that he didn’t say it was a hard time forhim.
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered. He didn’t say anything, so I ventured on. “Your mom sounds like a really strong woman. She raised you alone, right?” I looked at him but I could barely make out his face. He seemed to be staring straight up at the dark void of the ceiling. “Dolly mentioned it.”
He didn’t respond. I started to wonder if he’d heard me, even though it was dead quiet in the room. I didn’t really know if he was here with me, or somewhere else.
“Yeah,” he finally said, rubbing his hand over his face. “Without Dolly I don’t know where we’d be. When Mom got really sick Jessa pretty much lived with her.”
