“Not here,” he gasps out.
With one arm firmly wrapped under my ass, Connor stands and starts walking us to his bedroom. I squeal and grasp tightly around his shoulders, placing kisses against the crook of his neck. His cock nudges into my belly with every step he takes, and by the time he closes the door behind us, I’m hungry for more of him. Hungry for a closeness we haven’t yet reached.
While I stretch out on his bed, he unbuckles his belt, and I shimmy out of my jeans. Soon, we’re both down to our underwear. We lock eyes, and he nods to my bra. I unhook it and toss it in the corner. His gaze moves to my panties. When I slip a finger under the waistband, he stops me, his hands on my hips, kissing my skin as he slowly exposes my center.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he grunts.
I shift my hips, trying to move against him, but he gives me a mischievous grin and turns his face to kiss my inner thigh. I groan in frustration, and he chuckles into me. I want him so badly, it almost hurts. But there’s nothing better than the way he teases me.
“Tell me what you want.” Connor’s voice is firm, commanding, and it makes me want him even more.
I know that once we do this, there’s no going back. Our date was one thing, but this? This is different. Serious. Real. Pure, unbridled need. And I’ve never needed anything more in my life.
“Please,” I say softly. “I need you inside me.”
14
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CONNOR
The air is humid with the heat of our bodies moving together in perfect time. I can’t tell which is driving me crazier—the brush of Jessa’s naked skin against mine, or the soft incoherent sighs that fall from her lips when I discover a new sensitive spot to caress with my tongue.
What makes it all the sweeter is that there’s no shortage of silky skin to explore and throaty gasps to elicit.
I taste her skin, and she drags her fingernails against my biceps. I bite my lip, a shiver racing down my spine. If I’m not careful, this is going to end a lot sooner than either of us would like.
Sex has never been like this before . . . so tender, like every microsecond matters. I finally know that it’s not because I haven’t slept with anyone in a while. I remember how that felt compared to this—like seeing the negative of a photo before witnessing the positive in brilliant color. I know now that it’s Jessa that makes all the difference. Because when I press forward and sink inside her, it feels an awful lot like coming home.
I rock my hips and she cries out, parting her legs for me and inviting me to sink even deeper. Goddamn.
All that cliché nonsense about finding a girl who fits you like a glove? Well, turns out it isn’t nonsense after all. Each stroke in and out of her hot, tight pussy feels like trying on my second skin.
I lean down to kiss her lightly on her pink, swollen lips. Her eyes flutter open, finding mine. Emotion crashes through me, and I press my lips to hers in a sweet kiss.
“S-so good,” Jessa whispers, her brows knitting together. She reaches up, dragging her fingertips over my cheekbones and stubble.
“I know, baby. I know . . .”
“I want more,” she says softly, arching her back just so and prompting my hips with her knees. “Faster. Please.”
I obey without another word, quickening my pace. She throws her head back on the bed with a moan, her hair billowing across the sheets like a crown. I tangle my fingers in it, leaning on one elbow for the leverage I need to drive myself into her. All at once, when my shaft is buried deep within her, she locks me inside, wrapping her legs tightly around my hips.
“Yes, there, yes.” She gasps against my mouth, biting down on my lower lip.
Just the sound of her desperation nearly does me in. I pump harder now, giving her exactly what she wants, exactly where she wants it.
It’s only a few seconds before Jessa shudders, an orgasm ripping through her from head to toe, trembling around me. The sensation is enough to cut the cord on my own control, and pleasure shoots through me like a goddamn bullet.
This woman is gonna kill me.
As pleasure overtakes me, I gasp out her name. And a second later, I crumple over her in a heap. From beneath me, Jessa breathes deeply, a hearty laugh filling the space where her needy moans were just moments before.
I lift myself onto my elbows to meet her eyes. “Are you crying?”
“I guess I am.” She giggles, wiping away a stray tear. “That was intense.”
“Good intense? Or bad intense?” My stomach twists in a knot. I sure fucking hope good intense, considering I’m still inside her at this point.
“Very good.” Jessa nods, and I sigh in relief. “The best kind of good.”
“The best, huh?” I give her a smug grin.
“Absolutely,” she murmurs happily.
A familiar warmth grows inside my chest, but as much as I’d love to try for round two, I think we both deserve a break. I press a kiss to Jessa’s forehead before slowly extracting myself and getting up to dispose of the condom. When I turn back around, she’s watching me, lying on her side in a way that displays all her irresistible curves.
I’ve never been more excited to get back in bed.
Rejoining her, I pull the sheet over our bodies and tuck her against my chest. She nestles into the crook of my shoulder, one arm sliding up my pecs to rest lazily against the side of my neck. Almost in unison, we sigh in contentment. The timing is so good that soon, we’re both laughing again.
Goddamn, have I ever laughed with anyone this much?
“Maybe this goes without saying,” I murmur against the top of her head with a smile, “but you’re invited to stay the night if you want.”
“I do want.”
She sighs, nuzzling her face into my neck and punctuating the statement with a little nip. I chuckle, tightening my hold on her.
If I could hold her like this always, feeling the steadiness of her heartbeat against my chest, you know damn well that I would. It’s so tempting to imagine a world in which I could press PAUSE and preserve this moment for good.
But the reality is that Jessa is leaving me any day now. It’s the way it has to be.
It’s the last thought I remember before falling asleep, and the first thought I wake up to.
I roll onto my side, blinking away my grogginess as morning light streams in through the window.
Jessa sleeps soundly on the pillow next to mine, her legs pressing against me, the sheet completely thrown aside. The sight of her naked form fills me with an intense yearning. Not just for sex. For her. To be with her. To wake up with her like this every morning.
Get a grip, Connor.
With a sigh, I put more distance between us. I need coffee. And I’m sure she’ll appreciate a cup too.
I hoist myself out of bed, shifting the mattress with the idiocy of a bachelor who’s accustomed to sleeping alone. Luckily, Jessa is dead to the world, a soft snore reassuring me that she’s a deep sleeper and a little noise won’t disturb her. The room is cooler now, so I grab a blanket from the end of the bed and gently guide it over her sleeping frame. Then I slip on a pair of basketball shorts and a hoodie and head for the kitchen.
The gurgle and hiss of coffee brewing does nothing to distract me from the brewing of my own thoughts. Just last night, I told her that I’d be down to take things one day at a time. But one day turns into a week, and a week turns into a month, and before long, Jessa is gone and out of my life for God knows how long. The thought is sobering.