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“You can’t be serious, Jesse.”
“You bet your sweet ass I’m serious as hell. Please let me fuck you,” he begs, resting his forehead against mine.
“So you’re basically saying,” I ask, “that—”
He laughs softly, lifting his head. “Go on.” He’s still lying half on top of me, hovering above me and putting all his weight on his elbows. His muscles tense as he licks his lips.
I shake my head. “So you’re saying you don’t want me, but you want me all the same?”
He nods. “Pretty much.”
“You know that makes no sense,” I say, crossing my arms over my breasts.
“No, it doesn’t,” he replies, his cocky grin never faltering while his eyes travel over my breasts.
“You do know I’m here for Shane, right? And we barely know each other,” I say, but the moment I say his name, I cringe. Do I still want him? I’ve had more fun with the asshole lying on top of me than the man who I thought my heart wanted.
He cuts me off. “Forget that guy and fuck me instead.” He flashes me a cocky half smile, trailing his fingers over my ribcage, and I shiver. Damn it.
I roll my eyes. “You probably say that to all the girls. I saw them looking at you in the bar. You probably banged, what? Half of them?” I mutter, sounding like some sullen teenager.
He furrows his brow. “Think that’s about right. More, actually, now that I think about it,” he says, smiling, probably counting the double digits in his head.
“You’re a pig,” I tell him.
He leans forward and starts kissing me below my ear. I whimper and push myself against him. He chuckles and traces my lobe with his tongue and, damn, that’s freaking hot. “What’s your problem, Ace? Other than I know how to get you off,” he growls and pushes me into the sheets with his full weight.
He takes possession of my mouth, and I want him to slide his hand between my legs and rip my damn panties off. I want him to fuck me with his fingers. I want his tongue trailing a wet path to my collarbone and disappearing between my legs. I want to know what it feels like to come when his tongue is teasing my clit.
My heart starts to pound when he kisses up to my jaw, stopping next to the corner of my mouth.
“And that’s why you want to fuck me? Because I piss you off?” I ask, trying to find my voice. He nods before I continue. “So you only—”
“Want to put my dick in you.” He finishes the sentence for me. “Yes, I’d like that very much.”
I place my hand on his mouth, and he smiles against my fingers. “Don’t, please don’t.”
He raises his eyebrows in response, pushing the tip of his tongue against my palm. “We got the rest of the night to find out. And if you want to extend it another couple of days, I’m game.”
“You really last that long,” I huff out.
Grinning, he grabs his phone from the nightstand, still lying half on top of me, and I hate to admit to myself, I love it. “Great, now you can’t even pay attention anymore,” I mumble, running my fingers over his rippling back muscles. I let out a shaky breath as my heartbeat speeds up.
“No, I’m checking my calendar.” His voice deepens with unmistakable lust when his eyes dart between his screen and my puckered nipples pressing against the fabric of my shirt I pushed down.
“He’s checking his calendar,” I mumble while he scrolls through his phone.
“It’s Thursday now, so I have until Saturday evening. I have to leave in the evening for…”
“To screw some other girl over.” I bark out a laugh.
He shakes his head, placing his phone on the nightstand. “Only you, Acie.” He chuckles, mischief dancing in his eyes.
“You’re an annoying asshole,” I growl, and he makes a sound deep and low in his throat while I run the tips of my fingers over his sculptured chest. I close my eyes when he rubs the scruff of his jaw over my cheek to my neck. He grabs my chin, and I open my eyes, his perfect dimple-popping smile not easy to resist. Damn, he’s beautiful. He cradles my cheek. “Fuck, Ace, I want you. Let me have you.”
I groan when he pushes my shirt up again, getting it caught on my hard nipples. He’s teasing me, and I like the game we’re playing. I arch my back, loving every second of it, and he grins. The fucker knows he’s got me. “All in good time, babe. Trust me when I say your nipples and I are going to get you off real fucking soon,” he says, piercing me with his intense stare. “Damn, Ace, you’re beautiful.”
“Stop,” I tell him, my cheeks flushing under his intense stare.
