She knew this wasn’t a booty call—that just wasn’t Jesse’s style. Chloe also knew she should resist him and send him on his way, but the vibration of his voice in her ear made her shiver all the way down to her toes. It had a sensual hypnotic quality to it that every cell in her body responded to. She hoped he didn’t notice and replied without looking up at him, “What for?”
He rubbed his stubbled cheek against her soft one. “Oh, I thought our thumbs could use a break.”
She lifted her head, gazed up at him, and giggled. “Yeah, right.”
“Yeah, really.” Jesse took her by the hand and sat her alongside him on the velvet sofa. “I want to see your face when we talk, babe.” He still held her hand in his. He squeezed it in his palm and traced his thumb along her wrist.
Was this really the king of iMessage talking?
She cocked her head to the side and snickered, “Since when?”
“Since now.” He rubbed the back of his neck and then leaned in closer, cupping her face softly in his hand so his eyes connected with hers. “Since always.”
Eyes as blue as a warm tropical ocean stared into hers. Fathomless. She could get lost in them if she let herself. Their bottomless depths touched a place so deep inside her that even she didn’t know it existed until he found it.
She lowered her lashes and broke the connection. “Jesse,” she sighed, and subtly shaking her head pulled away.
“Babe, don’t. Please.” His fingers combed through her long beach waves. “I know you must think I’m a dick, but…”
Her hand reached up to grasp his fingers in her hair, stopping him. “I don’t think you’re a dick, but what I do think is that you don’t know what it is you really want.” Chloe lowered her chin. “I’m not your babe, so please don’t call me that.”
Holding onto her hand, Jesse stood. “Oh, but I do know what I want.” He pulled her from the sofa and held her against his hard muscled body. “I know exactly what I want.” He held her face between his hands. Warm lips settled on her forehead.
All she’d have to do was tilt her head back and those warm lips would find her mouth. Chloe wanted them to because she’d never felt his kiss, or the way his bare skin might feel against her own, and she wanted to know what that felt like.
With gentle pressure from his hands Jesse did it for her and those warm lips brushed across hers as he whispered, “You.”
That feather-soft whisper of his lips and his voice ignited tingles between her thighs. Chloe clenched them together and held her breath to ease the burgeoning ache. It didn’t assuage it. Only one thing would. Him.
As much as she wanted him, she wasn’t willing to risk it. Not yet anyway, because what if he backed off again? Then she’d be better off not knowing what she was missing.
Before she could exhale, his lips softly met hers. It was a tender claiming of her mouth. His tongue traced the seam of her lips seeking permission to slip inside and she couldn’t help but grant it. Then he really kissed her, holding her face in his hands. Her fingers slid up his arms to tangle in his hair. This kiss paled in comparison to any kiss she’d ever had before. It was even more than she’d ever imagined it would be. She felt Jesse pour everything into that kiss. And that’s what she wanted from him. Everything.
When his lips finally left hers, Chloe was breathless. Looking down at the hardwood floor she took in a stuttered breath to get much-needed air into her lungs, then biting her lip she glanced up at him from beneath her lashes. “It’s late, Jess, and I have to open tomorrow.”
“I know.” He kissed the top of her head, pulled her along with him to the door, then wrapped her once again in his arms. “And, babe, trust me when I say this, you’re going to be mine.”
He pressed his lips to hers again, slow and deep, like he was fucking her mouth with his tongue as he rocked her in his arms. The hard bulge against his jeans pressed into her soft belly. He trapped her bottom lip between his teeth as he slowly pulled away.
“Goodnight, Riosin.” He pronounced the word with an Irish lilt. Row-sheen. She wondered what it meant, but before she could ask him he slipped out the door and closed it behind him.
Did that really just happen?
She touched her fingers to her lips. They were swollen. Chloe still felt the delicious sting left behind by the scrape of his teeth. With a smile on her face she locked the door, grabbed her satin blanket off the sofa, and padded into her bedroom.
Was she supposed to lie down and go to sleep now as if nothing had happened? As if Jesse hadn’t just kissed her senseless? Chloe sat on the edge of the bed and tipped her head back as she closed her eyes. The silk camisole straps slipped from her shoulders. Her fingertips brushed across her nipples over the fabric. The sensation jolted straight to her already-throbbing clit.
It was the only thing she knew to do to soothe the ache Jesse had awakened within her. Chloe kicked her pajama pants off and fell back on the bed. She reached under the silk cami, rolled her nipples roughly between her fingers and pinched them. Hard. She let her knees fall open as her hands smoothed over her flat belly.
Slim fingers slid through her wet folds and Chloe plunged them deep inside to bring the wetness back to her clit. She bit her lip. What would Jesse’s fingers feel like inside her? Two of them would fill her up.
Oh, fuck!
She wanted to know. She needed to know.
Chloe rubbed soft circles around her clit with two fingers, teasing it until it swelled and her thighs were shaking. She mercilessly twisted her nipple as she began to vigorously rub on her slick tumefied pearl, urgent with her need to come.
She’d tasted his lips.
She’d felt his kiss.
She’d been in his arms.
With her legs spread wide Chloe fucked herself with her fingers. Hot fluid coated them and ran down her hand as she mimicked what his cock would do to her little pussy. She pumped in a frenzy. In. Out. In. Out.
You’re going to be mine.
Chloe obeyed what her body asked for and impaled herself with her fingers harder and faster. Her hand left her breast to grind on her clit. Would he fuck her like that—rough and hard? She hoped he would and smacked her pussy.
Oh, fuck, yes! Make me yours.
Wetness coated her thighs and dripped from her hand down her arm. She wished he was there to lick it from her skin. And while Jesse was the impetus of her impending orgasm, she wished it was his fingers…his tongue…his cock that made her come.
Soon. Please!
She pinched her clit hard and screamed out his name when she came, but he wasn’t there to hear her.
The puddle beneath her turned cold as she caught her breath and her pulse slowed. Chloe stripped the white silk comforter from the bed and threw it on the floor. She’d take it to get cleaned tomorrow. She rinsed off in the shower, grabbed her old pink blanket and slid beneath the silk sheets. She loved how decadent they felt against her bare skin.
Lying upon the abundant mound of pillows she kept on her bed, Chloe clutched one to her chest and closed her eyes. She thought after getting herself off that sleep would claim her, because if she was an expert at anything, it was making herself come. She’d been doing it since she discovered her clit and an old issue of Cosmo that one of her father’s fuck-buddies had left behind when she was eleven.