When this is over, it’s over. I’ll go back to Green Bay and to the future I have waiting for me there, just like I’ve had planned for years.
But now that he’s standing in front of me, so close that I can feel the heat radiating from his body, I know this fling or whatever we end up calling it… it will never be enough.
And, yet, it has to be.
“Hayden…” His hand curls around my neck, his thumb lifting my chin. “I’m just a small-town guy who moves dirt for a living. I don’t dream about the mansion in the suburbs, the corporate job… none of the shit you do.
“I want a simple, quiet life. Here.” He shifts closer as his thumb slides across my bottom lip, dragging it down and sending goose bumps dancing across my skin. “You know that, right?”
I nod. “The curiosity is killing me. I don’t think I’m alone in that. Am I?”
He gives his head a solitary shake and his gaze darkens like a storm I want to get lost in. “This isn’t going to be like one of those romance novels in your beach bag, city girl. When it’s over, it’s over.”
“I’m not here for the happily ever after,” I whisper.
“You here for the dick and pussy part of the story?” he grits out, jaw pulsing.
Heat fills my cheeks, but I won’t shy away from this. “And if I am?”
He eyes me for a long moment, thunder and lightning at war in his heated stare… until he jerks me against him with that hand around my neck. “Then I’d say it took you fucking long enough.”
I barely have time to smile before he pushes me against the island, pins me between his hard body and the counter, and crashes his mouth down to mine.
He tastes like moonlight and stars, of wishes made and wishes come true. Of cold beer by warm firelight and an unexpected connection neither of us saw coming.
I’ve imagined this so many times… what it would feel like to finally open the gate I’ve kept tightly latched around my desire for him.
I barely know this man.
I don’t know how or why just a few moments over the course of a few years could mean so much to me and make me want him like I do…
But I do.
In every way imaginable.
“Jesse…” I sigh against his lips as he threads his fingers through my hair. “I need this.”
“Me, too,” he mutters before he steals my breath away again with his demanding yet unimaginably tender kiss. His tongue teases across my lips, seeking entrance I so willingly give, over and over again until I’m breathless.
My fingers slide beneath his shirt until it’s bunched around his chest and my hands are full of hard, hot muscle. His skin is smooth, save a dusting of hair across his pecs, and I can feel his heart pounding against my fingertips.
In one quick motion, I tug the shirt over his head and toss it blindly to the floor. He grins down at me, his eyes hazy with desire before he mimics my urgency and does the same with my top. Of course, he’s already seen me in my bikini, so there’s nothing particularly scandalous about the moment… until he trails his rough fingers down the valley between my collarbone and cleavage and then detours to the right, curling his big hand around my breast.
“Fucking perfect,” he murmurs, his thumb stroking over my already pebbled nipple as I shudder and suck in a ragged breath. “You like that?”
“I’d like it more if you got me out of this bikini top,” I rasp, lifting his free hand to my other breast as confirmation.
He chuckles and tugs down the stretchy fabric without hesitation, his calloused palms and eager fingers quickly replacing it. “Like this?” he asks against my mouth as he tweaks and strums and then absorbs my whimper for more with his kiss.
I want his mouth on me. I want his skin against mine. I want to feel him everywhere.
“I want all of you, Hayden. I want to taste you and touch you and fuck you until neither of us knows our name.”
“Then do it,” I whisper, one hand already dipping into the waistband of his shorts.
“I need to know you’re sure.” His fingers still on my breast and I whimper at the loss of friction, greedily straining up toward his touch.
“Jesse….” My entire body trembles and there’s an ache in my lower belly that only he can ease. “I’m sure. God, you’re all I’ve thought about.” I toe up and pepper his mouth, jaw, and neck with kisses, biting gently against the tendon near the frantic flutter of his pulse.
He groans, and the hand on my hip tightens while the one on my breast gentles. I’m almost disappointed until he shifts his hips and presses the hard length of his cock against my belly.
Instantaneous heat thrums through my core and I squirm at the thought of him sliding inside, stretching me and making me his, at least for a little while.
He must read my mind because he reaches for my shorts at the same time I tug at the elastic of his. The bonus of swim trunks is that he’s not wearing underwear, and his thick cock springs free without effort.
My hand wraps around him, and a barely restrained fuuuck vibrates through the cabin
My shorts hit the floor a moment later, quickly followed by my bikini. We’re skin on skin in seconds, pulsing against each other, hands and mouths everywhere.
I cry out when his tongue laves against one nipple and then the other until needy arousal dampens my thighs. I’ve never been so turned on without actually being touched as I am right now.
Then again, I’ve never had the pleasure of Jesse Enders before, either.
JESSE
I’ve waited more than two fucking years for this. She says she’s thought about me, but there’s no way she’s thought about me as much as I’ve thought about her. About this.
Her little hand wraps around my cock, stroking me from root to tip, squeezing and then gentling, over and over again, and driving me fucking insane.
“You’re killing me.” I groan, letting her pretty nipple slip from my tongue. Her sweet scent already tinges the air around us and, even though I should take this slow because I have no idea what happens after we cross this line, I can’t resist slipping a hand between her thighs to see if she’s as wet as I think she is.
Fuck. She’s not just wet, she’s fucking drenched. My mouth waters, and a hot rush of blood pulses through veins.
I want all of her at once. I want to suck her tits until she screams. I want to bury my face in her pussy until she coats my tongue. I want to drive my cock into her over and over again until she’s so full of me that she’ll never feel whole again without me.
“So wet,” I murmur in her ear as my fingers glide into her slick folds. The second my middle finger touches her clit, she gasps and her grip on my cock falters.
“Jesse…” she whimpers, her hips twitching and pulsing as her pussy works against my hand almost timidly.
“You like that?”
Fluttering lashes, parted lips, and her trembling body are my answer.
“Then take it, baby. Fuck my hand if it feels good.”
Goose bumps rise across her bare chest as her hazy eyes lock on mine. While she gives in and rocks her hips, I pump my fingers inside her heat and stroke her clit with my thumb.
“You gonna get off right here in the kitchen?” I rasp, and she leans into me, hands gripping my biceps. “You gonna get off with my fingers buried in your pussy?”