“My apartment’s close,” she said, locking her gaze with his.
“Not close enough.” He grabbed her hand and hurried to his black Range Rover.
The drive was a short one, but two miles had never seemed so long to her before. Sitting beside him in the warm darkness, every nerve inside her lit up. It had been a long time since she’d been with a man and she’d never been with one like Jesse. He was the quintessential cowboy. Strong, mostly silent and a kindness underlying his strength that made him darn near irresistible. And she was done trying to resist him.
He parked the car in her building’s lot and in a few minutes, they were up the elevator, and through her front door. He closed it behind them, threw the lock, then picked her up and slammed her against the door. “Have to touch you. Now.”
“Yes,” she said on a breathy sigh.
“You in this dress? Driving me crazy all night. Especially,” he said, “since I’ve already had my hands under your skirt and I know you’re not wearing much beneath it.”
She lifted her chin and turned her head to the side, giving him access to her throat. He dragged his mouth along the column of her neck, and Jillian held tightly to his shoulders. “They’re black.”
“What?”
“My panties,” she said. “They’re black.”
He groaned and lifted her legs to hook them around his waist. Then he filled his hands with her bottom, squeezing, kneading until she whimpered as need whipped from a nagging ache to an overwhelming demand. Shifting his grip on her, he reached down to stroke the core of her and even through the silky fabric of her panties, Jillian shook with reaction. Spirals of pleasure and expectation coiled inside her, and she moved into his touch.
He dipped his head to the base of her throat, then lifted her higher against the door so he could taste the valley between her breasts.
“Jesse…” Breathless, she gasped for air and couldn’t find any. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears and then he snapped the elastic band on her panties and she groaned.
He tossed the panties to the floor, then murmured, “Sorry about those.”
“Don’t care, don’t care.” Her head moved back and forth against the door. She hooked her legs tighter around him and arched into him, wanting, needing.
His thumb stroked that aching, throbbing core. She was wet for him and so hot she felt the fire inside spreading, threatening to incinerate them both. He pushed one finger, then two inside her, and Jillian cried out his name as she instantly splintered. Her body trembled with the waves of pleasure shaking through her and before they had ended, he withdrew his hand and worked at the button and zipper of his slacks.
Sighing, smiling, she looked into his eyes and said, “That was—”
“Just the beginning,” Jesse promised and he pushed his hard length into hers with one sure stroke. Jillian moaned and took him in. He filled her so completely, so thoroughly, she couldn’t have said where she ended and he began. And she didn’t care. As long as he stayed inside her. Always. Higher, deeper, claimed her as no one else ever had.
She felt the cold of the door behind her back, but it meant nothing compared to the heat within. He was so big. So hard. His body locked into hers as if made to fit, and she wanted more. Her legs locked around his middle and her hips rocked furiously, keeping up with the rhythm he set.
“Take it all and let go,” he whispered, fixing his gaze to hers.
She looked into his eyes, saw her own reflection there and was shocked by the naked desire etched into her face. Jillian had never known such wild desire. Such overpowering emotions and sensations crashing together inside her. Her body hummed, her blood rushed and as the tight tingle of expectation at her core expanded, she leaped into the fire.
Clutching his shoulders tightly, she called out his name and rode him hard as a climax bigger than anything she’d ever imagined roared through her. And still, he pounded himself into her, taking, giving, taking again until she couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, could hardly breathe and she didn’t care.
His hands gripped her hips and she felt the impression of every one of his fingers against her skin. He held tight, looked into her eyes, then exploded into her body with a hoarse cry of release that shattered her every bit as much as her orgasm had.
They clung together like survivors of a shipwreck. Jillian was still pinned to the door behind her and Jesse was still deep inside her. Where she would keep him, if she could. Breath staggered in and out of her lungs and she held him as he buried his face in the curve of her neck and fought for his own breath.
“Couldn’t wait another minute,” he said tightly. “Took you against a damn door.”