Chapter Nine #3
With a little shiver, she nodded. He fanned a hand over her breast, his thumb brushing her taut nipple.
She arched into his touch and thrashed under him.
He swallowed the sound with his kiss, aligning their bodies until he was flush against her, not merely covering but enveloping her.
Jesse wanted to take all of her, make sure she knew that she was his.
A sizzle shot up his spine when he thought about the pleasure of making love to her.
But more than anything, he simply ached to feel her close.
Yeah, he had it bad. Never in a million years had he thought he would fall hard and fast for a down-to-earth baker.
On paper, she wasn’t his usual—not loud or flashy or sexually aggressive.
Yet everything about her shy sparkplug of a personality fascinated him.
Almost from the first, he’d felt as if some invisible wire attached them, tugging him closer and closer to Bristol.
Until her, he hadn’t really known that sort of pull was possible.
Jesse positioned her arms above her head, splayed on the mattress, then eased his hands up her silky flesh from elbows to palms, finally curling his fingers around her wrists.
He anchored her to the bed and buried his nose in the cinnamon musk of her neck, closing his eyes as the light brown silk of her hair caressed his shoulder and teased his senses.
Beneath him, she softened, a gasp escaping her throat as she tossed her head back, as if the pleasure somehow surprised her. Jesse took the opportunity to drag his lips up her oh-so-soft skin before working his way to her mouth and dominating the sweet bow with a slanting, possessive kiss.
Endless. Timeless. The joining of their mouths went on. All the things that made Bristol unique piled on top of his senses.
She responded without artifice, exactly as she had the first time he’d taken her to bed.
Her glimmering green eyes stared up at him, soft with raw emotion, as he skated one palm down the lush under curve of her pert breasts, her small waist, the feminine flare of her hips.
True, she had the same basic parts and curves as every other woman he’d fucked, but she alone made him feel this electric gravity when they touched.
When he was near her, his head buzzed, his dick engorged, and his heart chugged.
Jesse didn’t see how he could possibly give her up.
Needing to inhale more of her, he made his way down her body, claiming the sweet expanse of her skin as he descended past her delicate collarbones, the swells of her breasts, her tight nipples begging for his tongue.
He took them all, gliding his lips over the sensitive flesh before teasing with his tongue, nipping with his teeth.
Beneath him, she wriggled and moaned in arousal.
The sweet music filled his ears. The melody he’d been writing for her played in his head, and the bridge that had stumped him last night suddenly rolled across his imagination.
It sounded like a more sensual rhythm than he’d been chasing yet so perfect. So her.
The notes played a soundtrack in his head as he dipped down again to nibble at her hipbones and drag his lips over the slight curve of her belly.
Jesse even liked that she wasn’t perfect and didn’t have the sort of personal training regime that made him feel as if he was cozying up to a bodybuilder rather than a woman.
“Spread your legs,” he murmured as he caressed her mound, using his thumbs to open her folds for him.
Bristol’s breath hitched. She hesitated before slowly revealing everything he desired to his ravenous stare.
Jesse hissed. She was already wet and swollen.
He glanced up her body, into her eyes. They were glassy and unfocused.
Her cheeks looked flushed. The sight of her arousal slammed him in the chest. He’d fucked politician’s daughters and porn stars.
But he’d never been with a woman he wanted to please this badly.
He dragged his fingers through her wet flesh, focusing on the little bud hardening more with every circle of his practiced fingers. “You’re so damn pretty….”
After breathing in her velvet scent, he dragged his tongue through her drenched pussy, lingering exactly where she would be sensitive, igniting the nerve endings he knew would drive her wild.
Beneath him, she thrashed, her head twisting from side to side. He knew she wasn’t negating the pleasure as much as she was trying to assimilate it. He felt the same way as soon as she put her hands on him.
“And you’re so damn sweet,” he muttered in between strokes of his reverent tongue.
Bristol murmured an incoherent sound and dug her heels into the mattress.
Her hips lifted restlessly. Her body writhed.
Jesse didn’t stop, didn’t let up. When she began panting, he slid his palms up her body and tormented her turgid nipples between his thumb and forefingers until she whimpered and panted.
Her body tightened. Her skin flushed. Her heavy breathing turned to keening wails as she rushed headlong for climax.
“And by god, you’re mine.” He slid up her body, his thumb still working her clit as it hardened to stone. “Aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she gasped out.
“Good girl. Say my name,” he demanded. “I want to hear you scream it as you come for me.”
“Jesse.” Her voice broke as she strained toward the pleasure.
It was one of the most beautiful sights he’d ever seen.
But he wanted to be with Bristol, inside her and a part of her, share the ecstasy with her. The two of them together. Now. Always.
The melody he’d been writing for her turned louder in his head. As he reached for a condom and rolled it on, lyrics began pelting his brain. Words they’d spoken to one another. Words they hadn’t yet exchanged but he hoped like hell they would. Words of reverence. Promises. Vows.
She cried out in protest because he’d lifted his hand from her moments before bliss crashed over her, but he had something better. Thank goodness she was close because seeing her unabashed, honest pleasure was undoing him fast as fuck.
“Take me,” he growled, sliding between her taut thighs.
Bristol eased them open as he shoved them wide. In seconds, he’d aligned his cock with her slick cunt and tunneled in.
Sensation rained down on him. Bristol felt hot and tight.
Fuck yeah. But she was so much more. Receptive and giving.
Alive. Perfect. She was everything to Jesse, and he couldn’t believe that he’d found her mere days ago.
In the first hour, he’d known that she was different.
By the end of the first night, he’d suspected she was truly special.
Now he felt an urge all the way to his soul to make her his.
Gripping her thighs, he plunged in to the hilt. A sizzle shuddered down her spine. He plastered his hands flat on the bed and tried to make his way deeper, crawl all the way inside her. He rocked against Bristol as she whimpered in his ear.
“Jesse…” Her high-pitched voice sounded desperate, and that did all kinds of things to him.
He lowered himself to his elbows and slanted his lips over hers, slipping inside her mouth as he thrust deeper.
He synched up both motions, making love to her mouth as he did her body.
And god, she made love back to him, clutching at his shoulders, her thighs clinging to his hips, her female flesh gripping him so tightly that every move he made incited friction that ignited pleasure.
The music spun in his head, their rapid breaths and hearts mingling in a thumping backbeat that drove him up higher.
The taste of her sweetness spilled onto his tongue.
The rest of her body fit against him as if she’d been molded to be his.
Somewhere in the back of his head, Jesse realized he was being more fucking poetic about a female than he had ever been in his life.
But he finally understood why people had been writing songs about love for millennia.
It wasn’t just a jolt that rattled him. It was a mammoth force tearing through his every preconceived notion about the meaning of life, about devotion.
The feeling was dense and enormous. It sat on his chest like a weight.
Yet the thought of sharing his tomorrows with her freed him.
He could breathe when he was lost inside her.
In fact, Jesse began to wonder if he could ever really breathe again without her.
Her nails dug into his back now. She broke their kiss and looked up at him with worry and wonder and tears as he sank into her again and again. Damn if he didn’t feel answering tears in his eyes. Damn if this didn’t feel like forever.
Bliss overtook her face as her mouth gaped open. She clenched around his shuttling cock. Her body tensed. Her lids fluttered shut and she raced toward the pinnacle.
Jesse wanted to fall over the edge with her.
He ramped up his pace. “Say my name.”
“Yes. Yes! Jesse!” she cried to the rafters.
Bristol bucked underneath him, her sex pulsing and clutching, clinging as he rode her through the mewling orgasm.
But his own desire roared to the fore, smashing his defenses like a freight train.
As the climax hit, it shocked then flattened him.
He felt crushed. Yet he soared. And he clutched her as if he’d never let go again.
With the sound of her cry ringing in his ears and the music he’d been crafting for her lilting in his head, he groaned long and low as he released, relinquishing way more than his desire.
He gave her his heart.
As the last wave of pleasure settled, Jesse caught his breath and looked into her eyes. He had no doubt that she was the thing that had been missing from his life. She was the one who would hold his hand for the rest of their days.
He dragged in a ragged breath. “Bristol Alexa Reece, I love you.”
“Really?” She bit her lip, her lashes fluttering against her rosy cheeks. “You do?”
“Yeah. This isn’t just some post-orgasm glow. I know the difference. I enjoy being with you. I’d rather be with you than everyone else.” He shook his head. “Hell, I’m writing a song for you, about you. I haven’t done that in years. You amaze me. You inspire me.”
Bristol’s face tightened. Her mouth turned down. Tears flowed. “I love you, too.” Then she laughed. “God, we sound crazy.”
“I’m about to sound crazier.” He swallowed. “Marry me.”