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Jesse’s hands that clutch my face move slowly to the back of my head, knotting in my hair. I moan at the sensation of his fingers tugging, and I kiss him back harder to let him know how much I like that.
More. I want more touching. Damn these clothes, damn this theater.
I jump backward when something explodes on the screen, breaking the kiss. Gasping, my hands automatically move upward to fist Jesse’s shirt.
Both panting, we scan each other’s faces for the briefest second, and then I’m yanking him back against my mouth. He groans against my lips, searing me with his tongue, and, angling forward, he has me pinned against my seat. I’m deeply aware of his hands on my sides, firmly caressing my ribs, my waist, and back up. His hands stay right there, even with my breasts, his fingers digging into the muscle there, perhaps showing me how badly he wants to squeeze my breasts but won’t because we’re in public.
There are enough inches between us because of the way I’m clamped onto his shirt; he could go for it. Jesse could sweep his hands forward and cop a feel. I want that. I want it so bad. Perhaps even more because we’re in public.
Then I do something I’ve never done before: I grab one of his hands and move it over my breast.
Immediately Jesse breaks the kiss, panting. “Mariam.”
“Jesse,” I reply teasingly, smiling at how good that feels but amused at how shocked he is.
I dare him to let go as I tease his lips with small, quick, licking kisses, my hands now at his nape. I softly peck each corner of his mouth, then the bottom lip, then the top, adding a quiet moan and a brush of fingers through his hair.
He groans into my mouth and squeezes my breast over my shirt.
“You’re so fucking naughty, little girl,” he whispers, rolling my right nipple between two fingers, making my entire body twitch.
Is he egging me on? I feel like he’s egging me on. I take that and run with it, letting one hand drag downward to cup his length.
He pulls back and hisses. “Mariam,” he grits out.
“You want me to stop?” I ask with a grin. My goodness, that’s…that can’t all be him. Nobody’s that…girthy. Are they? Whatever Jesse is packing down there, I’m pretty sure my fingers won’t meet if I were to hold that thing in my hand. But I do have a pretty good-sized mouth. Hmm.
“No. But if you don’t, I’m gonna nut in my jeans.”
And why does that sound like the perfect date to me?
“Why nut in your jeans when you can come in my mouth?” I punctuate this with a nipping kiss against the delicious stubble of his chin, letting him feel my teeth and tongue, as I gently squeeze the length in my hand.
Jesse pulls back, breathless, cursing quietly.
“Wait. Not here,” he rasps, letting go of my breast, instead cupping my face for another kiss, this one sweet and gentle.
But I don’t want sweet and gentle.
“You said no sex tonight,” he adds.
“That was about two hours ago, when I was going through something,” I whisper, adjusting my crop top, wishing for more contact but finally coming to grips with how fast we were pushing things.
“Going through…what?” Jesse asks.
“A phase where I was foolish and shortsighted,” I laugh, leaning in for another kiss.
“Mariam,” he says, returning my kiss with a smile on his gorgeous face. “I’d love to keep going like this, but I have plans for you that require much more room and support than a couple of plastic movie theater seats.”
I gasp as he plants another wet kiss against my lips.
“If you’re trying to calm me down, saying things like that ain’t gonna work,” I say.
“Do you want to get out of here?” Jesse asks.
I nod my head and whisper, “Yes, please.”
ChapterEleven
