CHAPTER 18
REESE
The door had barely opened before Reese pushed forward, sending the pair stumbling into the dark hotel room.
Impatience and need rolled off of them in waves as their eyes struggled to adjust to the darkness.
Jette turned around to reach for Reese’s waist, but Reese was already clutching the collar of her shirt, pulling her flush.
Jette’s mouth claimed hers passionately, backing Reese against the door.
Reese’s head thudded against the hard surface as it locked behind them.
Her eyes squeezed shut from the sudden ache but it was quickly forgotten as Jette’s tongue slipped into her mouth.
A moan escaped her own throat as Jette firmly pinned Reese’s hips against the door.
“God, I love that sound,” Jette admitted breathlessly.
Reese exhaled in relief as she kissed Jette deeply, gingerly tugging Jette’s bottom lip between her teeth. “I’ve been thinking about kissing you all day,” Reese whispered against her mouth.
“I’ve been thinking about kissing you for a lot longer than that,” Jette admitted.
The anticipation of Jette’s touch left Reese spiraling out of control.
Hooking her fingers through Jette’s belt loops, she pulled, grinding Jette’s hips against hers.
There wasn’t a trace of self-control as their mouths crashed together.
It was all a frenetic blur of tongues and teeth and hands.
With a white-hot heat racing up the back of her neck, Reese eagerly reached for Jette’s belt.
Unbuckling the leather, she deftly untucked the hem and slid under the dark fabric of Jette’s shirt.
Jette’s skin felt like silk under her fingertips.
She leaned forward and pushed away from the door, guiding Jette down the tiny hallway.
Jette’s fingers trailed down her neck and chest, exploring every curve through the thin fabric.
“This,” Jette murmured, softly clawing the fabric as she shuffled backwards.
“This is so fucking sexy.” Jette tugged the hem overhead, sending it flying.
Her hands hungrily glided over Reese’s chest, her palms grazing Reese’s bra and feeling the hard peaks underneath.
Reese’s knees felt weak as a moan climbed up Jette’s throat.
She pushed forward and clutched Jette’s waist as they reached the mattress.
She could feel Jette’s mouth curl into a smile against her lips.
Jette clumsily sank into the mattress and grabbed Reese’s arms, pulling her on top.
Reese inhaled deeply, delighting in the taste of Jette’s tongue in her mouth.
She reached under Jette’s back and scrambled to unclasp the lacy black bra.
Jette arched off the mattress as Reese tossed the garment into the dark.
Craning her neck, Reese moved to drag her mouth over the pale skin of Jette’s exposed chest, her tongue swirling over a hardened nipple as she palmed the other.
Jette gasped and scratched down the length of Reese’s back.
Reese closed her eyes at the sharp sensation and idly wondered if it would leave a mark in the morning.
She groaned against the wet skin of Jette’s breast and gently sucked, pulling the soft flesh into her mouth.
“Fuck,” Jette rasped above her. Her dark nails returned to the zipper of Reese’s jeans and pulled it down in one movement.
“I want you.” In the heat of the moment, Jette’s words made her feel lightheaded.
Nothing would ever compare. Every trivial reason Reese had ever sought to put between them came down like a train of dominos.
She couldn’t be bothered to care about anything except for the fact that at this moment, Jette was in her arms wanting her.
Jette’s already strained voice grew desperate as she struggled to slide a hand under Reese’s waistband.
“Then take me,” the words slipped from Reese’s lips without another thought.
A low rumble came from Jette’s chest as she sat up, pulling Reese to straddle her lap.
Reese's mouth met hers urgently as Jette fumbled for the clasp behind Reese’s back.
Growing impatient with the stubborn hooks, Jette instead pushed the straps off Reese’s shoulders and yanked the cups down, leaving the bra hanging forgotten around her waist. The delicate skin over her ribs stung and flushed pink from the abrupt way the fabric had scraped over it.
Yes, god, yes. This was everything she wanted.
Biting her lip, Reese grinded down on Jette’s thighs and tilted her head to the ceiling as Jette’s mouth ravished her skin.
Her lungs felt like they were on fire. Jette’s tongue skillfully circled over Reese’s nipples, leaving the small buds almost painfully stiff.
She pulled Reese’s hips forward before sliding under the fabric and gripping her ass.
Jette moaned against her and the sound sent a rush of arousal between Reese’s thighs.
If they weren’t before, Reese was convinced her underwear were completely soaked.
Glancing down, Reese rolled her hips, frantically seeking friction.
Jette’s eyes were already trained on her and her chest swelled as their eyes met.
She reached for Reese’s upper arms and firmly squeezed, the possessive movement stilling Reese’s hips.
Reese reflexively winced in discomfort. Until this moment, she hadn’t realized how sore her bruised arms were.
Jette released her grip immediately and her dark eyes softened.
“I’m so sorry,” Jette said, her voice full of concern. “Are all of these from today?” She gingerly ran her fingertips over the purple bruises that had blossomed across Reese’s arms.
Reese’s breath caught in the back of her throat in surprise as she nodded. “I told you I’d be a little bruised after the game,” she answered breathily.
“This is a little bruised?” Jette scanned over the marks.
The tenderness in Jette’s voice made Reese’s heart skip a beat.
She wished that she hadn’t flinched at Jette’s touch.
The longer they sat still, the more she was made aware of the near painful throbbing between her legs.
Reese just shrugged. “I’ve had worse,” she said hurriedly, hunching to meet Jette’s lips.
Jette shifted and whispered, “I’ll be gentle.” She brought their mouths together softly and loosened her grasp on Reese’s waist.
“Don’t be,” Reese commanded, her voice low and rough. Gentle was the exact opposite of what Reese wanted right now. She was past the point of caring about the desperation that seemed to radiate from every part of her.
Her fingers tangled behind Jette’s neck and she grabbed a fistful of hair, pulling down slowly as she grinded lower. With a sharp gasp, Jette arched and pressed into her chest. “Fuck,” Jette’s voice echoed in the silent room. Reese shivered in Jette’s arms as a steady thrum pulsed between her legs.
Reese’s voice came out gravelly, “I need you.” She squirmed, trying to wiggle out of the few clothes left between them.
The space between them sweltered as Jette tugged on her belt loops.
For the first time in her life, Reese knew without a doubt that she would resort to begging if it meant Jette would finally touch her.
She’d tried to keep a safe distance, to tamp down the sparks that erupted in her chest every time their eyes met.
But the last few months had been enough of a slow burn.
She wanted to lay down all her defenses.
She wanted to leave it all behind and forget everything except the feeling of Jette’s mouth on hers and Jette’s fingers inside her.
She wanted Jette to make her forget her own name. She just wanted.
“Take these off.” Jette tugged at her waist and Reese nearly groaned in relief as she shimmied the dark fabric to the floor.
“You too,” Reese softly pleaded when she reached forward, gasping as she moved through the slick folds.
Jette moaned against her mouth as she shoved the fabric down her tattooed legs.
“God, you’re wet,” Reese whispered, desperate to taste the sensitive spot between Jette’s legs.
Even in the dimly lit room, she could see the glint in Jette’s eyes as she appraised her naked body.
Slowly, Jette licked her bottom lip before pulling it between her teeth.
“Get on the bed,” Jette said, her voice low and even.
Reese eagerly sat on the bed, inching backwards while maintaining eye contact.
The insatiable look in Jette’s eyes made her throb.
Jette stood at the edge of the bed, but made no attempt to move closer.
“Kneel,” she said gently. Reese’s legs quivered.
The bed rustled softly as she knelt on the mattress.
Her mouth watered as she watched the way Jette’s eyes hovered over the slick spots on her own thighs.
Reese watched Jette prowl to the side of the bed before she felt the mattress dip.
“What’re you—” Reese’s question caught in her throat as Jette sidled up behind her, pressing her breasts into Reese’s back. A tattooed hand snaked around and tipped Reese’s chin forward, forcing her to look straight ahead.
Goosebumps erupted across her skin as Jette’s hands smoothly wrapped around her hip bones and pulled backwards, pulling her body flush.
Their bodies fit together seamlessly, like two puzzle pieces.
Jette let her hands innocently wander over Reese’s thighs.
Reese nodded as her mouth went dry. “God, I can’t wait to hear you.
It's all I've thought about for hours,” Jette whispered. Though she couldn’t see, Reese heard the smile in her voice.
Jette’s chest heaved forward and Reese could feel hardened nipples press firmly into her back.