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Jesse pulls away for a breath, angling his face the other way, and kisses me back with more intensity. A deep kiss, with long strokes of his lips over mine, shooting arcs of pleasure to every nerve ending in my body. Oh, he’s good. Did I expect anything less?
I fight back against a moan in my throat as he keeps up his teasing, exploring kisses over my mouth.
Jesse pulls back again, then captures my bottom lip with a playful kiss, slicking the tip of his tongue over it. My nipples feel tight and achy, which has never been a normal reaction to anyone who’s ever kissed me before now.
He does the same teasing thing with my upper lip, and it’s all I can do to keep from making a noise. I don’t want anyone else in the theater to hear us during this quiet moment on the screen.
Jesse’s hand that holds mine releases it and snakes around my side to pull me in tighter against him, and…oh, that feels good. I’m deliciously trapped against his chest while a firm hand caresses the length of my spine. Jesse’s lips tease, taste, and lick mine, while the knuckles of his other hand move lightly over my throat.
The scrape of his calloused fingers on my neck threatens to turn me into a bundle of lust.
My mind is still buzzing and pinging with random thoughts. At one moment, everything is pure bliss as I’m lost in Jesse’s incredible kissing. The next moment I’m trying to remember if I shaved my bikini area.
Jesse pulls away from the kiss, still touching my face. I realize too late that my eyes are still closed.
“Did you not like that?”
What? Is he out of his mind? Of course, I liked it.
“No, I loved it,” I breathe.
He laughs silently, running the edge of his thumb over my cheekbone. “Good. I was worried I was going too fast. You sorta tensed up.”
“I did?”
He gestures downward with his chin. And then I realize: my hand is squeezing the hell out of my thigh. When he let go of my hand, I grabbed my leg and held on for dear life.
Thank god it’s dark, so he can’t see how red I am.
“Sorry. I don’t normally kiss in movie theaters, so I wasn’t sure what to do with my hands.”
Jesse nods. “Don’t apologize. But if you want me to kiss you again, let go of the death grip. If you need to hold on to something, hold on to me.”
Oh, he’s good. And I’ve got it bad, bad, bad.
I do exactly as he says. I pull my mental shit together and move my hands to his nape. With a low, quiet groan from him, Jesse’s lips are on mine again, and his tongue sweeps along the seam of my lips.
I open to his tongue, and sweet merciful lord, he feels fantastic.
Jesse kisses me like no one ever has before. His tongue slicks against mine, soft and slow, taking his time, paying attention to every breath, every response from me. He tastes like buttered popcorn and sugar but mostly like himself. And I love his taste. He’s clean-shaven, but the slight growth of stubble scrapes my chin and cheek, making me shiver, reminding me this is real. This is a real, grown-up man who likes to kiss. Who seems to like kissing me.
His kiss makes me want more. Makes me want to touch him everywhere. One hand leaves his nape and slides down his chest, caressing that solid wall furtively until Jesse lets out another quiet groan. “Mariam,” he whispers, softly panting when he pulls away.
“Do you not want me to touch you there?” I ask, not sure what his tight expression is about.
“I do,” he murmurs. “But it feels too damn good. I worry I’m going too fast for you.”
“I don’t mind,” I whisper, grinning.
“I want to do this right,” he says.
Right? Nothing feels wrong about his kiss. Or about the slow drag of his fingers over my face. Or the way he hitches me so close I could burrow into him.
“Trust me, you’re doing everything right, Jesse,” I say, eyeing the shine in his lips that our kissing put there.
His expression turns fierce, and he lets out a soft curse before taking my face in both hands. “So fucking pretty,” he blurts before owning my mouth with his tongue.
The tense music on the screen starts to build, and based on experience, I know the fighting is about to start, and things are going to get loud. I usually tune out fight scenes anyway. Just as well because I am entirely present with Jesse’s tongue all over the inside of my mouth. My hands on his chest caress lower, exploring the hard ridges of his stomach. My god, this man is deceptively meaty and compact. His clothes make him look long and lean, but he’s got thick muscles a girl can hold on to. More, please.
