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Islap him on his ass, and his body shudders. “If you don’t let me go, I’m going to punch you again.”
“Yes, please, babe.” He chuckles.
“I knew it. The man likes pain.” I laugh. Before I can blink, he throws me on the bed, and I giggle like some teenager.
“I can’t believe you’re here with me,” he says, kissing the tip of my nose.
My throat tightens when I stare into his eyes, at the dark, raw hunger reflected in them. He shoves both hands through his hair, the muscles in his arms straining against his shirt.
“Believe it,” I whisper. The twinkling lights he has hanging around the tiny loft cast a soft glow on his face while he keeps staring at me.
“What, do I have something in my teeth from dinner?” I ask, brushing my fingers back and forth over my lips.
“No, Ace,” he says, his eyes traveling over my body. He moves toward me as I sit up. “So,” he begins, looking from my mouth to my eyes.
“So,” I whisper, a warm buzz filling my ears and butterflies taking flight.
“Thank you for dinner.”
“Don’t mention it.” My voice trembles, and I swallow hard. “Thank you for teaching me, Jesse.”
He smiles. “Thank you for wearing my dirty clothes,” he replies, and my stomach tenses as his eyes narrow and lock on my hard nipples.
I look down. “They’re not that dirty.”
“But you’re about to be,” he drawls, and I snicker. He grabs me by the hem of the shirt and starts kissing my neck up to my mouth. Our mouths find each other’s, and I pull him toward me so we are chest to chest. Our tongues twirl together. The man tastes so good. I drape my legs over his ass, so my center is lined with his erection. He grows harder with every stroke of my lips. I love feeling the friction as I slide back and forth, wanting to have him grind himself against me. I moan into his mouth, his lips hiking up in a cocky, lopsided smile. I thought I was ready to walk away, but like he said, we aren’t done with whatever this is between us.
He sits back, holding me on his lap, his fingers digging into my waist. “What was that smile?”
“I’m remembering that stupid line. We still got tonight.” I try to mimic his deep voice. He bursts out laughing, and he falls back against the mattress, taking me with him. I giggle, loving the way his chest vibrates. I wiggle my hips, and he stops laughing and squeezes my ass. The brightness in his eyes hardens. “You keep surprising me, babe.”
I let my fingers move over his temple to his lips, following the tiny scar above his upper lip, and he groans. He lets me explore every part of his face, never taking his eyes off me. He looks so freaking hot, and I blush and have to look away before I melt under his intense stare. Fuck, what am I, what are we doing?
He grabs my chin and makes me look at him. “Ace, what is it?”
My eyes go big, trying to find the right words, questioning everything. Questioning why I’m really here, why my head is a mess, why it feels like more than a one-night thing. Why I feel safe around him, why this is different? Am I making a huge mistake by kissing him? Because the first time my lips touched his, I knew there was no going back.
Jesse turns me on my back. He straddles me and bites down on his lip when I move under him. He grows hard against the place where I want him. I lift my arms and slowly pull his shirt over my head, my hair falling around me. His eyes move from mine to my breasts and up again. I brush a stray lock behind my ear, suddenly shy.
Without saying anything, he pulls his shirt over his head, exposing his six-pack. He shifts, and our lips are inches away from each other. “Kiss me, Jesse,” I whisper.
“Fuck, babe, I thought you’d never ask,” he rasps. He touches my lips, pressing feather light kisses to each corner. Then he moves down, kissing a trail between my breasts, stopping to explore my exposed stomach. I close my eyes and groan when he places his hand on my hip, holding me in place, running his tongue from my left hipbone to the right. His one-day stubble tickles my goosebump-covered flesh. He grins when I start to squirm under his tough.
“Lost your tongue, babe?” he jokes, running his thumb over my hipbone.
“No, I’m good.” I smile, waggling my eyebrows.
He keeps staring into my eyes, his hands gripping my waist, resting most of his weight on his knees on either side of my body.
He sits and moves down my legs, pulling the sweatpants over my knees before throwing them down the stairs with the shirt. He chuckles when he stares at my underwear. “I think that’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen in my life,” he says jokingly, tracing the line of his black boxer shorts I’m wearing. “I hope you grabbed a clean pair.”
I let my hands skim the front of his shorts, and he trembles under my touch. “I did.” I giggle.
“Your laugh gets me every time.” He smiles, slowly moving on top of me. I push his shorts down, and he lets me, groaning when my hands move in his boxers.
“Jesse,” I whisper, my voice trembling.
“Fuck, Ace,” he rasps as I trace the broad head of his cock. He is even bigger than I thought, and the tip is already coated with pre-cum. I slowly brush my fingers back and forth, my fingertips getting sticky. He breathes in deep, helping me take off his boxers. Damn, the guy is really big. My gaze zeroes in on his length.
