Her head tilted to the side, and the smile was back. “Did you? I was beginning to wonder.”
His hand closed around her wrist, intending to pull it away, but when he touched her warm skin and felt her pulse under his thumb, he hesitated, holding her hand against him rather than pulling it away.
“I can feel your heart beat,” she murmured, her eyes gazing up into his.
Was it beating as fast as her pulse was thrumming under his thumb?
“Jessie—”
“You’ve never thought about it?”
“About what?” Fucking her? Hell yes, he had.
“Kissing me.”
Oh, that. Yeah, he’d thought about that, too.
The next thing he knew, his hand had released her wrist only to slide to her throat, his thumb and fingers cupping to gently tilt her jaw up as he walked her backwards into the tool bench. When her ass hit it, he closed in, his mouth coming down on hers. Softly at first, lips just barely brushing. But after a few soft kisses, he pulled back a fraction of an inch to growl, “Open for me, Jess.”
When he came back a second time, her soft lips parted. He didn’t hesitate, his tongue delving inside. She surprised him. Her eagerness, her hunger, it seemed her need for his kiss was just as strong as his was for hers. Before he knew it, his hands were closing around her ass and lifting her to set her on the waist high tool bench. She gasped, but he didn’t waste a moment wedging between her knees with his hips and bringing his mouth back down on hers.
If he were going to hell for this, he might as well make it count.
He felt her hands clutch at his waist before they slid up his back to pull him closer. She wanted him, wanted this as much as he did in that moment. And in that moment, he wanted it pretty badly. His hand slid up under the hem of her tank to close over her lace-covered breast. He wasted no time in pushing the bra down out of his way, that soft skin of hers filling his hand. He growled into her throat, breaking the kiss to trail his mouth down her neck, with only one goal in mind: closing over her nipple, his thumb brushing back and forth over it.
He heard her breathing escalate as his mouth tracked across her collarbone, down her cleavage, to latch onto the prize.
Her back arched, her body offering itself up for him, and her fingers threaded into his hair to pull him closer.
Heaven.
Nothing better. Well, he could think of maybe one thing, sinking deep inside her.
Fuck. He was hard as a rock, and for some sick reason he wanted her to feel that, to know the effect she was having on him, so his fist clamped around her wrist and dragged her hand down to plant it against the erection that bulged behind his fly.
She gasped, and he released her nipple with a pop, his head lifting, his eyes connecting with hers. But still he held her wrist in a tight grip.
“Touch me,” he growled. Her hand closed around him. “Feel that?”
She nodded.
“You want that? Cause this ain’t a game.”
“Billy—”
Was she even a virgin? He thought she was, but hell, it wasn’t like he kept tabs on her. She was in high school. There had to be boys. And maybe she was smart enough not to bring them around the house, because if she did, they’d sure as hell be run off. If not by Tommy, then sure as fuck by him.
His jaw clenched.
“Asked you a question.”
“You’re scaring me.”
He backed off. “Thought so. Don’t play this game again, Jess. You hear me?”
She’d nodded once, her eyes big.