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“Men, look at you,” I inform her.
“Yeah, but you’re single, and women are relentless. I mean, seriously, how often did you sleep around before London?”
I always wonder why women need to discuss every detail of the past. What did it matter anymore? I only want the woman in my arms who appears to be fixated on things she can’t control.
“I’d prefer not to answer this. I was lonely, okay? And the one woman I wanted was across the other side of the world married to someone else.”
“I don’t know how to do this,” she admits. “Be in love with someone I can’t see all the time.”
“You don’t trust me?”
Jessa grabs my hand, kissing it gently. “When will we see each other? How long are you in Spain? Then after, aren’t you working in Italy?”
Drawing in a deep breath, I lace my hand into hers. “We just have to take it one day at a time. Right now, we’re here, and we’re alone.”
Jessa shuffles, turning around, so she’s facing me.
“We’re alone.”
“Yes,” I murmur, running my hand up her thigh, then around to cup her ass. “We’re alone, and you’ve been teasing me all night in this skirt which, by the way, is this old?”
She nods. “Found it at Mom’s.”
“The Jessa I met in England would never wear such a thing.”
“Yeah, well, things change.”
I bring my hand around the back of her neck, drawing her in for a heated kiss. Her lips taste just as soft as last night, and the moans she expels as we kiss drive me fucking crazy.
“I have a confession,” Jessa whispers, wrapping her arms around my neck.
My hands wander back beneath her skirt, spreading her ass cheek as I grind against her. “You want me to fuck you up the ass, right now?”
“When did you become so dirty?”
“The moment I saw you naked beneath me and imagined all the things I need to do to your body.” I place my lips on her neck, trailing kisses to her chest. “So, your confession…”
“Remember that black-tie event Eric made us go to?”
“There’s been so many.”
“The one where Eric’s fly was down, and no one told him, but it appeared on some website?”
“Oh, yeah. That was hilarious.”
“Do you remember how we came here afterward?”
I nod, vaguely remembering.
“I remember watching you, dressed in your suit, and I wanted to kiss you.”
“You were drunk.”
“And horny… but yes… anyway…”
My fingers caress her chin. “You’re cute.”
She lets out a huff, though keeping her smile fixed. “What did I tell you? Cute is puppies, stuffed teddies. I’m far from cute.”
