Chapter Fourteen
Sebastian
She cleared her throat. “I’m good, thank you. But if you want to… whip cream for yourself, be my guest.”
Amusement tickled a corner of my mouth. “It’s no fun if I can’t share it.” I topped off our wine glasses. “Why don’t we enjoy these in the living room? Make yourself comfortable. I’ll bring them over.”
A minute later, I set the wine glasses on the coffee table.
Jesse looked so relaxed on my couch, her bare feet stretched out luxuriously.
I’d noticed she’d left her flip-flops by the door—a thoughtful gesture that I appreciated.
I usually had to ask people to take off their shoes, but not her.
Her toenails were painted a bold, shiny red.
Her feet looked pampered and smooth. I loved how she took care of herself, down to the smallest details.
Sinatra’s smooth voice filled the background as the AC gently stirred the air around us.
I settled next to her, my gaze naturally drawn to her long, toned, sexy legs. She looked like she’d had a long day.
“This is nice,” she said, stretching out her toes.
“Happy to make you happy. You look like you could use a foot massage.”
She raised an eyebrow, and I could see the temptation in her eyes.
“No one has ever given me a foot massage—except for this one time when the girls forced me to go to a spa with them. It turns out that my feet are so ticklish, no one can touch them.”
A challenge. I loved challenges, especially when it came to Jesse. “I’ll bet you anything you want that I can give you a foot massage without you feeling tickly.”
Her eyes met mine with that competitive spark I’d grown to adore. “Ten bucks.”
“Deal.”
I helped her adjust as she settled her feet on my lap. The moment my fingers made contact with her skin, I felt her tense slightly—but then she began to relax under my touch. Hours of learning about pressure points and massage techniques were finally paying off.
Her soft moan as she sank deeper into the pillows sent a thrill through me. I worked my fingers into the arches of her feet, methodically moving down to her heels, soles, and toes, watching her face melt with relaxation.
“The ancient Chinese believed there are meridian points on our feet that correspond to the various organs in our bodies,” I explained, keeping my voice low and soothing as I massaged the lower halves of her big toes.
“For instance, this point here is said to be responsible for the brain. And this bit here is responsible for the lungs.” I moved to the meaty pads beneath her toes.
“Is this a real science?” She was so relaxed she slurred her words.
I chuckled softly. “It’s hard to say in this day and age what’s science and what isn’t. There must be some truth to it, since reflexology is still used and has been for centuries. I don’t know if it actually treats any illnesses, but it helps with relaxation.”
“Oh, yeah.” She arched her back like a satisfied cat. “It looks like I owe you ten bucks, Mr. Wright. Not a single tickle. You could do this for a living.”
I grinned, feeling ridiculously proud of myself. “Changing lives, one foot rub at a time.”
“Could be your new motto.”
I focused on her calves, sliding my fingers up to cup the muscles and knead them gently. I was completely absorbed in touching her.
“Your skin is incredibly soft,” I whispered, half to myself. “It’s fascinating how you can be so feminine and graceful, yet so strong and competent at the same time. I’m in awe of you.”
I watched her cheeks flush with color. God, she was beautiful when she blushed. But then she withdrew her legs and sat up, looking embarrassed.
“Thanks, but I’m not anything special.”
“You’re wrong. You’re everything a woman should be. And you like computer games, too. Can’t get any more perfect.”
I wasn’t joking. I made sure my expression showed I was dead serious. This woman had captured something in me I hadn’t even known existed.
I reached out to brush my fingers across her cheek.
Suddenly, we were close enough that I could lose myself in her scent, her warmth, her presence.
She reached up to stroke my cheek, her fingers tracing across my five-o’clock shadow, then outlining my bottom lip with her thumb.
My control slipped completely. The desire in her eyes matched the fire burning through my veins.
We moved at the same time. When our mouths met, it was everything I’d imagined and more.
Our lips fit together perfectly, and our tongues found a rhythm that sent heat racing through my entire body.
I buried my fingers in her silky hair, massaging her scalp as I held her in place, desperate to pull her closer.
She dragged me to my feet, and I groaned as our bodies pressed together. Her arms wrapped around my neck, welcoming my tongue deeper. I thought I might lose my mind from wanting her. I cupped her ass with both hands, pulling her against me, wanting her to feel exactly what she was doing to me.
Somehow we made it to the bedroom. I felt like I was floating in a haze of pure lust and need.
When I laid her on my bed and covered her body with mine, I knew I’d been waiting for this my entire life.
I kissed her neck thoroughly, feeling her skin respond to my touch, then slid her shirt up with hands that weren’t quite steady.
I kissed her breasts hungrily, cupping them gently as I feasted on her soft skin.
“God, Sebastian...”
Her gasp nearly undid me completely.
“You’re so gorgeous, Jesse. I’ve wanted this for so long.”
I traced my tongue down her stomach, playfully dipping it into her navel just to hear her moan again.
“Me too,” she confessed, her fingers buried in my hair.
I wanted to explore more, to taste every inch of her, but she flipped me onto my back and straddled me.
The sight of her above me, her breathing ragged, her eyes dark with desire, was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
She yanked my shirt over my head with an urgency that matched my own desperate need.
Then she lowered her mouth to my chest, kissing and biting and licking until I was growling my need for her.
She ditched the rest of our clothes, keeping me locked in her eyes. I felt drunk on the power and pleasure I saw there.
“Wait.” I reached for my nightstand, fumbling around for a condom.
“I’ll do it.”
I watched her tear open the package with her teeth. Then she took me in her hands, stroking and squeezing with perfect pressure until my head fell back with a groan.
“Jesse, you’re killing me.”
She slipped on the condom and slowly lowered herself onto me, around me, inch by incredible inch.
She was so tight, so sweet, so hot it took all my self-control to prolong this.
I gripped her hips, my fingers trembling in an effort to let her set the pace.
My thumbs met above her center, sliding gently over her wet heat as she began to move over me, undulating her hips in a rhythm that drove me to the edge of sanity.
I matched her motions, following her body language, trapped in her as she moved above me.
I wanted to make it last forever, but she lowered her mouth to mine and bit my lower lip as she tightened around me in short little flutters.
I was lost. My fingers dug into her hips and I sank deep inside her.
A guttural groan escaped me as I pressed her down against me and came harder than I ever had in my life.
The wave of pleasure seemed to go on forever. She trembled with her face buried in my neck, her aftershocks tight around me. I held her flush against me, both of us breathing as though we’d run a marathon.
As the haze began to clear, she slowly moved to my side. I disposed of the condom and turned to face her, watching as she pulled the sheet up to cover herself. The sudden modesty was endearing, though I wished she felt comfortable enough to stay uncovered.
I wasn’t sure what to say. This felt too important for casual post-sex conversation. So I reached out and brushed my fingers against her cheek. I hoped she could feel the tenderness that swallowed me whole.
She closed her eyes. I wondered what she was thinking, what emotions were battling in her mind.
“You have no idea how much I wanted this,” I murmured, meaning every word.
When she opened her eyes, I made sure my gaze was serious, my tone sober. I needed her to understand this wasn’t just passion talking.
She moistened her lips, swollen from my kisses. “I wanted it, too. I just don’t know... I mean, do you think this was a good idea?”
I smiled, unable to help myself. “I think it was the best idea in the world. Why do you doubt it?”
She shrugged. “I don’t. I mean… I don’t want to overthink this. It was fun. It was great. Um…” Her eyes dropped to my chest tattoo. “I haven’t had this kind of fun in a long time.”
“Is fun a euphemism for sex?”
She nodded. I felt a surge of possessive satisfaction that she hadn’t been with anyone in a while.
I cupped her chin and kissed her lips gently. “I’m selfishly glad about that. And here’s an FYI for you: I always use a condom. Always. I’m responsible every single time, for both my sake and my partner’s.”
I could see her processing this information, probably thinking about my reputation. I’d never been ashamed of the number of women I’d dated, but now, for the first time, I wished they weren’t quite so many. The term ‘manwhore’ came to mind. I didn’t like it.
“That’s good to hear.” She cleared her throat. “I’ve always been responsible, too. You can never be too careful. I’m also on the pill.”
After a moment of silence, I reached out and took her hand, bringing it to my lips. This was too important not to be completely honest.
“This is very special for me, Jesse. I meant it when I said I wanted to focus on finding that special someone. I think it’s you. It’s been you since the moment I met you.”
I watched her throat work as she swallowed, clearly struggling with how to respond.
“I don’t know what to say, Sebastian.”
I rolled on top of her, cupping her face between my palms, needing her to understand. “Say you want to be mine.”