Chapter 22
JACQUELINE
Everything suddenly made perfect sense, now that Jesse had revealed his fears about being the family screw-up. He seemed so wounded and vulnerable. It made me want to kiss it all better, so that was what I did. After he’d kissed me first.
I squealed with laughter when he lifted me clean off my feet and kissed me harder. I leaned into him without hesitation, wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his hips. “Bedroom’s down the hall. In case you were wondering.”
“In case?” He started walking immediately, tightening his grip on my thighs and speaking between breathless kisses. “Of course, I was fucking wondering. I’m not fussy right now, though. The kitchen counter would’ve worked too.”
An intense thrill shot through me. Ever since Hawaii, I’d been thinking that his reaction to that kiss had been because he hadn’t wanted me after all, but he was leaving no doubt now that I’d been wrong.
With his tongue hungrily stroking mine and his arms firmly around me, it was quite clear that he wanted me rather desperately, actually.
That was good because I was feeling the same way about him.
Lust wound around my insides like it would never let go, and I pressed myself flush against him, kissing him harder and relishing every soft, needy moan that vibrated from his chest into mine.
When we reached my bedroom, he strode right in and fell straight onto the mattress with me, like he was entirely unwilling to lose contact with my mouth for even so much as a second.
The weight of him on top of me was delicious.
The way he was devouring my mouth like he would never need anything else was mind-boggling.
But the best part was when he lowered his hips into the cradle of mine and I felt the evidence of just how much he really did want me. I sucked in a surprised breath at the rock-hard length of him grinding against me, sparks of pleasure already shooting through my entire body.
“Jesse,” I moaned softly, my fingers stroking through his hair before curling into fists around the thick strands.
He let out a deep groan in response, nipping at my lower lip before releasing my mouth to kiss my jaw and down the column of my throat.
The front of my dress was soaked at this point, his clothes so wet that even mine were saturated now, and as he kissed a path to my chest, following the low dip of the neckline, I reached for the zipper at my side.
When he heard it slide down, he glanced up at me, then wordlessly reached for the straps at my shoulders and pulled them off. Our eyes locked as he bunched the fabric at my hips, tugging the dress to my feet in one fast, smooth motion.
Since the dress hadn’t allowed me to wear a bra and I’d kicked my heels off as soon as I’d walked into the apartment, that left me in a pair of lacy panties that were barely worth the name.
They were so small that they left incredibly little to the imagination.
My chest heaved and my nipples were hard.
Jesse kicked the dress to the floor, but when he looked back at me, it was like he couldn’t decide where to stare first. He swallowed hard when his gaze landed on my chest, a visible rise and fall of his Adam’s apple as his cheeks flushed.
Those full, slightly bee-stung lips parted and it looked like his breath had even caught before he glanced up into my eyes, an almost tortured expression in his own. “God, you’re so hot, Jacque. Seriously, you’re gorgeous.”
“Likewise.” I sat up and reached for his shirt, undoing the buttons one by one while he remained sitting between my legs, his eyes roaming over me like he’d never get his fill. “You are allowed to touch me, you know.”
Another hard swallow later, he looked up into my eyes again and smirked, not stopping me when I pulled his wet shirt out of his trousers and pushed it off his shoulders. “Trust me, I’m going to, but only when we’re both ready.”
“The anticipation is killing me,” I muttered, only half joking. Shirtless, Jesse was a work of art and my pulse started hammering when my gaze skimmed across his abdomen before I reached for his belt. “I’m afraid I might not have the same level of patience you do.”
For starters, I’d been fantasizing about him since even before that kiss. Let’s just say I’ve had a few long nights.
Jesse wound a hand into my hair again, gripping it just slightly harder than what could be considered normal. That slight bite of pain made me tingle all over as my gaze shot back to his. “Who said I was patient?”
I flashed him a smile as I finally undid his belt. He suddenly scooted off the bed, standing right beside it to kick off his pants and underwear. In a flash, he was completely, entirely, gloriously naked, and I nearly swallowed my tongue.
“You do know how to wear a suit, Jesse Westwood, but I think your birthday suit is my favorite.”
The corners of his mouth kicked up into one of those unbelievably cocky, yet incredibly sexy smirks, those trademark Westwood blues flickering with heat as he looked back at me. “To quote a very wise woman, likewise.”
I laughed when he reached for me, climbing back onto the bed and making my panties disappear just as fast as his pants had gone. Then his mouth was back on mine and he pushed me down until I was lying flat again. He kissed me until I was squirming underneath him.
Without any warning at all, one of his big hands landed on my thigh and he dragged his fingertips across the skin there, making me burn with need for him to touch me. He was being very careful, though.
“I meant what I said about the anticipation killing me,” I finally murmured into his mouth.
He rewarded me with another smirk as he pulled back and started kissing another path down the length of my torso. This time, he didn’t stop, planting his face firmly between my legs and licking a hot, wet line through my folds.
My hips nearly flew off the bed, my hands shooting to his head to take two fistfuls of his hair again. Jesse groaned once more when I tugged at it, apparently sharing my feelings about liking things just a touch rougher.
But before I could even begin considering what that might mean for the fun we could have together, he sucked my clit between his lips and my thoughts instantly vanished. Pleasure streaked through me instead, the warmth and wetness of his mouth suddenly the only things I could focus on.
My hips bucked of their own accord and Jesse let out a soft moan. “That’s it, baby. Ride my face.”
Shocked that he’d say such a thing so easily and with so much confidence, I blinked a few times, but my body reacted very differently. I felt more heat seeping out of me and Jesse cursed against my skin before doubling his efforts.
I moaned so loudly, it was practically a scream. Then I tightened my grip on his hair and hung on for dear life. “Oh, that’s good. So good. Don’t stop, Jesse.”
While I heard my voice pleading with him, I hadn’t consciously decided to say words.
Thankfully, it didn’t seem to matter to him whether or not I’d meant to say them.
He listened anyway, even sliding a finger into me and moving it in a way that instantly made my breathing falter and my muscles tense.
Fucking hell, this man knows what he’s doing.
Thomas and I had started dating at twenty-one and we’d been flirting for months before that. Since I’d committed to him so early and I hadn’t been with anyone else since he’d left, it had been a very, very long time since I’d done anything with a man who wasn’t him.
Not that he’d been an awful lover. We’d simply both been so young and so inexperienced when we’d met that it’d never been like this. At first, learning and exploring together had been fun, but we’d been one of those couples who’d lost our spark in the bedroom early and we’d never gotten it back.
We simply hadn’t been terribly compatible physically, but Jesse seemed to thrive on every one of my reactions.
When I pulled his hair, he moaned. As I thrashed under his mouth, he anchored one hand firmly on my hip and picked up his pace.
With every sound that came out of me, he legitimately shuddered.
Thomas had always complained that I moved too much or was getting too loud. Scratching him too hard.
“Give it to me, Jacque,” Jesse commanded suddenly, his voice low, rough, and vibrating through me. “Come for me. I know you want to.”
As if those words had been the magic spell that unlocked my body, the orgasm that’d been building crashed into me with a force of a lightning storm, blinding pleasure racing through me when I let go.
Only half-aware of the fact that I was genuinely screaming and thrashing around in the throes of it, I opened my eyes when it started subsiding, expecting him to admonish me.
But he didn’t. Instead, he crawled back up the length of my body and kissed me hard, one hand taking my face in an almost bruising grip. I could taste myself on his tongue—something else Thomas had never enjoyed—but Jesse didn’t seem to mind at all.
“I can’t wait to do that again,” he murmured harshly against my lips, then pulled away, climbing off the bed and pulling his wallet out of his pants pocket.
Still panting, I pushed myself up on my elbows and watched him, taking the moment it took him to extract a condom to stare at him in the nude. Jesse clearly worked out, but he wasn’t bulky like a bodybuilder. His lean muscles rippled when he moved, like a jungle cat.
When he turned to face me, about to roll the condom on, I finally allowed my gaze to drop lower. Away from his forearms, sides, and abdomen. Straight to his cock.
In my periphery, I saw him smirk, but I didn’t give a damn. My cheeks heated, but not because of embarrassment. Let him smirk. Let him know that I’m ogling him. He deserves it.
Honestly, I didn’t mind him being smug about this. I certainly would have been if I was him. He truly was magnificent, his pubic hair neatly trimmed and packing the kind of heat that explained why he radiated that Big Dick Energy so clearly.
Once he’d rolled the condom on, he sat down on the bed and scooted up until his back was leaning against the headboard. Then he extended a hand to me. “Come here.”
I rose on legs that were still shaky and laughed when he tugged me into him. Kissing me again, he wrapped an arm around my hips and dragged me up, helping me move one leg over his lap so I was straddling him.
My mouth didn’t leave his as he lifted me into position, but as soon as I felt him nudge at my entrance, I finally pulled away to look into those blue eyes. His head dropped back, his lids heavy. His chest was flushed, rising and falling fast, and I moaned as he pushed in.
Sliding against every sensitive part inside, he didn’t give me time to adjust before he started moving, his hips rocking almost like he couldn’t help himself. I matched his pace, quickly falling into the mesmerizing rhythm he was setting.
One of his hands slid into my hair again, gripping it hard as he thrust into me from below. I leaned into his touch, my fingers curling around his shoulders, and I moved with him. I felt my fingernails digging into him, but when I started pulling back, he shook his head.
“No, you’re good,” he ground out, holding me firmly in place. “Shit, Jacque. You feel too good.”
I moaned in response, most of the way out of my mind at the sensation of having him inside me. Somehow, he hit me everywhere all at once and it wasn’t long at all before I felt another orgasm brewing.
“Jesse,” I whimpered, a sound I’d never made before. “Oh God, don’t stop.”
His response was to use his grip on my hair to bring my mouth crashing back down to his.
He kissed me hard, but it was sloppier now, his own muscles tensing along with mine.
Neither of us said anything as we chased our respective releases, finally going over the edge together and only breaking apart to push our foreheads together right at the very end.