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We break apart, and neither of us speaks.
Again I let her walk out before me, and then, without taking her hand or touching her in any other way, I lead her to the room that Rory reserved for me.
I open the door quickly, let her in first, and then shut the door behind us. I then slam her against the wall and kiss her.
She tastes of her bourbon, and for a split-second I remember the pizza that I ordered on Zane’s tab.
But then I don’t care.
I don’t think at all.
I simply kiss her, cupping both her cheeks, grinding the bulge of my cock against her.
She groans into my mouth, which makes my cock tighten further.
My God, I want her. I want her so badly.
We kiss and we kiss and we kiss, until she finally pushes at me and gasps in a breath.
“Jesse…”
“Please don’t say you’ve changed your mind.”
“No… Of course not. I just need to…” She sucks in another breath. “Need to breathe…”
She’s not wrong. I need to breathe as well. My heart is racing, and even a few deep breaths don’t slow it down.
Brianna takes a few steps away from me, and then she pulls her Dragonlock T-shirt over her head.
Her hair is in a high ponytail, but I desperately want to see it flowing over her milky shoulders.
She unclasps her bra, removes it, revealing her luscious breasts.
I stalk toward her, grab her ponytail, and yank so her chin tips forward, and I slide my lips over her neck as I pull the band out of her hair.
I throw the band on the floor, still kissing her neck as I cup her breasts.
My cock is aching inside my jeans.
She pushes away at me again.
“Please, Jesse. I want to look at you.”
“You first,” I growl.
I’ve seen her, of course—beautiful breasts, her shapely hips, her nice firm ass, her luscious pink pussy.
But I want to see it all again. Take it all in. As if I were looking at her for the first time.
She doesn’t smile, simply smolders at me as she removes her boots, her socks, and then her jeans, sliding them over her hips, revealing a red lace thong.
I growl. “God, you’re fucking perfect.”
She blushes all over—a warm and rosy pink from the top of her breasts to the swell of her abdomen to her beautiful cheeks.
“All of it,” I say.
She slides her thumbs underneath the waistband of her thong and lowers it first over her shapely thighs, then the beauty of her calves, until she steps out of it with her red polished toes.
