Her laughter lit him up inside. It really fucking did.
He cleared the threshold to her room, and she hit a light switch, illuminating a small lamp next to the queen-sized bed. Her room was all blues and greens, and a little bowl of sea glass sat under the glow of the lamp. Jesse was curious as hell to learn more about the woman by exploring her space, but later.
Mouths locked in a hungry kiss, he finally placed her on her feet. She moaned as their hands began a fumbling, hurried undressing that finally made them both laugh. Jesse tugged off his shirt, then hers, and then they both ditched their jeans, until there was nothing between them but skin and possibility.
“Condoms are in that drawer,” she said, pointing to the nightstand.
“Yes, ma’am.” He dumped a bunch out on the table top.
Tara grinned. “Got big plans, huh?”
He took his cock in hand and stroked, loving the way her eyes flared as she watched him. “Big fucking plans.” He crooked a finger and beckoned her to him. And when she was right in front of him, Jesse went to his knees. “Starting with this.”
He kissed her belly, her hip bone, her thighs, until she was gasping and bracing herself on his shoulders. “Jesse.”
Tapping the inside of her thigh, he peered up at her. “Open up for me, Tara.”
The moment she did, he buried his face against her. Grasping her ass in one hand, he plunged his tongue between her folds, finding her already wet and needy. But he wanted more of her—all of her. So he urged one leg over his shoulder so he could reach every part of her.
Tara’s fingers dug into his shoulders, and the groan that spilled out of her sounded so good his cock jerked. “O-oh my God,” she rasped.
He opened his mouth around her clit and sucked and sucked. Teased her opening with his tongue. Added two fingers and stroked at a sweet spot inside her that made her gasp and moan and go up on her tippy toes. He worked her faster and harder and deeper until her whines became beautifully urgent—and then she was holding her breath and finally squeezing his fingers so fucking tight. She came on a high-pitched cry he would never forget.
When Jesse eased his fingers from her, she collapsed into his lap. He cradled her there, loving how fast her heart beat beneath where he pressed his hand to her chest. “Feel you fly, Tara.”
She grasped his face and kissed him, and though there was without question a sexiness about the way she used her tongue and her lips to tease him, it felt deeper than that, more weighted. When she pulled away, she reached over his shoulder, grabbed a condom, and opened it.
And then she put it on.
“Fuck, I see you have some big plans, too,” he said. Her sexy blues flashed up from where she handled him, and she nodded. “Yeah. Straddle my lap.”
Arms around his neck, she came down on top of him, impaling herself on his length until she’d taken every inch. “God, you feel good inside me.”
“Ride me however you need, baby.” And she did, slow and deep at first, and then faster, shallower, until she was grinding herself against him. He gripped her hips, helping her get the friction she needed. His orgasm was barreling down his spine, but he gritted his teeth because he wanted her to come again first. “That’s it. Take what you need.”
She was whining and babbling and tightening around him, and he fisted his hand in her hair and nipped at her neck.
“Harder,” she cried.
Jesse would never hear that word again without remembering this moment. But he didn’t know if she meant his teeth on her skin or his hold on her hair or his cock filling her deep, so he gave her more of all three.
“Like this?” He bit down on the tendon sloping from her neck.
He didn’t need her to tell him. Because she screamed and shuddered, her body fisting his cock so fucking tight that he couldn’t hold back. Hammering himself up into her as deep as he could get, Jesse’s orgasm had him shouting her name and clutching her to him as his body jerked against hers. And even after his orgasm had settled, he rocked his hips, moving his cock inside her because he didn’t want this to end.
This moment. This night. This feeling.
Love. He was fucking falling in love with Tara.
Even though he knew she was debating if this should even be happening at all.
Chapter 15
Tara wasn’t sure what the hell she was doing. She only knew that it felt really freaking good. Not just the sex, which had once again been mind-blowing, but the connection, the companionship, affection.
“Hey,” he said, pressing a little kiss to her forehead.