We were too close, and his hand grazed mine as he maneuvered around me, just a brush of calloused fingers against my knuckles. His little finger snagged mine for the briefest second, and the contact sent a jolt through me, like a live wire sparking over skin.
My breath hitched.
“Jesse…”
The word slipped out before I could stop it, low and rough, my voice barely more than a murmur. I didn’t even realize I’d moved until I felt the shift in my weight, my body rising onto my toes as if pulled by some invisible force. My pulse hammered in my throat, my skin tight, too aware of the heat radiating off him. Jesse paused—just for a heartbeat—but it was enough. Then he turned.
“What?”
“I’m so sorry, about what I said, I didn’t mean it to comeout that way. What happened between us was perfect, and I panicked and… I’m sorry.”
“I know you are,” he said.
“Do you forgive me?”
His brown eyes locked onto mine, dark and intense, the weariness in them giving way to something hotter, something hungrier. I saw the moment he decided, the way his jaw tightened slightly, his scruff shadowing the sharp line of it. He leaned in, and I—fuck, I let him. I wanted him to.
“I don’t know why you make me feel like this,” he said.
The kiss was not what I expected.
There was no softness, no hesitation—just the fierce, urgent press of his mouth to mine, his lips parting immediately, demanding. His hand shot up, fingers curling into the lapel of my jacket.
I groaned into his mouth, the sound swallowed by his tongue as he pushed past my lips. He tasted like bitter coffee, and my hands found his waist, my fingers digging into the hard muscle there, pulling him closer until our bodies crashed together. The ridge of his cock, thick and already half-hard, pressed against my thigh, and I rolled my hips into him without thinking, chasing the friction, the promise of it.
God, I wanted to slow down. I didn’t want to fuck it up this time. I wanted to cradle his face in my hands, to trace the rough edge of his jaw with my thumbs, to savor the way his stubble would scrape my palms. I wanted to memorize the shape of his lips, the way his breath hitched when I bit down just right.
But Jesse didn’t let me.
His kiss was relentless, all-consuming, filled with adesperation that stole my breath. His free hand slid up my chest, fingers splaying over my collarbone before tangling in my hair, gripping tight enough to sting. The pain only made me harder, my cock aching in the confines of my slacks. I rocked into him again, my hips moving in a slow, desperate grind, and he answered with a rough sound, low in his throat, almost a growl.
“Fuck,” he said, gripping my jacket. “You—fuck?—”
I didn’t let him finish. I kissed him deeper, my tongue sweeping into his mouth, tangling with his in a wet, messy rhythm. His taste was intoxicating, the heat of him overwhelming, and I found myself drowning in it, in him. I dug my nails into the soft fabric of his shirt, mapping the ridges of his spine and the flex of his muscles beneath my touch.
He was so solid, so real, as his hips jerked, his cock now fully hard, the thick length of it pressing to my own. My mouth watered. I wanted to drop to my knees right there in the office, wanted to tear open his fly and take him deep, wanted to feel him throb on my tongue, hear the sounds he’d make when I hollowed my cheeks and swallowed around him.
But he didn’t give me the chance.
His hand tightened in my hair, yanking my head back enough to break the kiss. His breath came in ragged gasps, his chest heaving, his eyes dark and wild.
“We can’t—” he started, his voice rough, his grip on me not loosening, not letting go. “Not here.”
He wasn’t saying no, and I laughed, breathless and raw, my lips swollen from his kiss. “Lock the door?”
“The noise.”
“We’ll be quiet.”
His gaze flicked toward the door as he flicked the lock, then back to me, something feral flashing in his eyes as his body caged mine. His mouth crashed into mine again, his kiss just as desperate and just as hungry. I found his belt, my fingers fumbling with the buckle, my need overriding any sense of caution.
I needed to taste him.
“Lucas—” he groaned, his hips bucking into my touch as I got his belt undone, his fly open. His cock sprang free, and I didn’t hesitate. I used his leg to support my weight as I went to my knees in front of him, the floor biting into my skin, but I didn’t care about that or pain. All that mattered was that I loved doing this and hearing the way his breath hitched as I wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft, my thumb smearing the wetness over his crown.
“Fuck,” he hissed, his fingers tangling in my hair again, his grip almost painful. “Your mouth?—”
I looked up at him, meeting his gaze as I leaned in, my breath ghosting over his tip. “You have to be quiet.” I smirked.
