Pulse - Part 3 (Pulse 3)

He lifts a brow and a warm smile covers his handsome face. "How did you get a concussion?"

I lean forward so my hand is resting lightly on his shoulder. "I was being fucked by this man the other night. Not just any man, but the man. I mean his cock is like this big." I hold my hands a few inches apart.

"That big?" His brow furrows.

"This big?" I push my hands even farther apart.

"More like, this big." He pulls my hands wide until there's a definite gulf between them.

"He thinks so, but it's more like this." I push them back together just a bit.

"I gave you a concussion when I was fucking you?"

"You sometimes tell me that you're going to fuck my brains out so technically I guess I had a warning." I reach to touch the side of his face softly.

He doesn't say anything. He just stares intently into my eyes.

"When did you know you were so irresistible?" I trace a path across his top lip and then the bottom with my finger, watching how they part ever so slightly with each graze of my touch.

"The first moment you looked at me." He doesn't break a smile at all, even though I do.

"Women found you irresistible before I did." I move my finger along his cheekbone to his eyebrow. They're so thick and black. They make him look so imposing, serious and dangerous.

His long eyelashes flutter softly. "Other women thought I was interesting or intriguing for a time. That's different."

I move my finger across his forehead, marvelling in how strong it is. I rest my hand just on his hairline. "It's not that different."

"No one knows me, Jessica." His breath breezes over my cheek. "No one has ever wanted to know me."

I push my fingers into his hair and he closes his eyes and moans softly. "How is that possible?" It's a genuine question. How could any woman not want to know him?

"I wasn't like this with them." His breathing increases slightly. "I wouldn't let them in."

"You let me in." My hand falls to the back of his neck.

A shudder courses through his strong, massive shoulders. "I meant it when I said it."

"Said what?" I run my fingers lazily over the skin at the side of his chin, relishing in the feel of the mid- afternoon stubble.

"That I love you." It's barely audible. I see it within his eyes before the words leave his lips.

I finally break his gaze and look down at the skirt of my dress. "Please don't say that."

"I love you, Jessica."

"I can't say it yet. Please don't ask me to." I pull my eyes up to meet his.

"I won't. You feel it in here." He lightly rests his hand on my chest. "Soon, you'll be able to say it too."

I want to. "Yes." I can't offer anything more n

ow.

"Until then, Jessica…" his voice trails as he pulls his soft lips over mine.

"Until then?" I ask into his mouth.

"You can suck me off."