Page 91 of Jesse's Girl
He chuckles. “I have to say, the peer pressure on your end was… impressive.”
I give him a playful smirk. “But you wanted it so bad.”
“Can’t argue there.” He raises a curious brow. “Remind me: what was the airtight argument you made that finally got me to cave?”
I pretend to think for a moment. “Fuck me?”
“Right.” He laughs. “Shockingly effective.”
20
JESSE
Ada’s fingers trail a lazy path over my chest and stomach. I can’t think of any feeling better than holding her like this, with her naked and nestled under my outstretched arm.
Except maybe what we just did.
“Weeks, huh?” she asks.
“What?” I may have caught my breath, but my mind is another story.
“You’d been imagining this for weeks?” Ada turns to me with obvious amusement.
“Ever since you tried to take me out with those dish trays.” I brush a few strands of turquoise hair from her forehead.
She pushes up onto an elbow, lips parted in surprise. “Shut up. You mean that first night?”
“Pretty much.” I give her a guilty smile.
“Jesus, your cock’s quick to attention,” she teases, slipping her hand back down my stomach.
I grab her wrist and shake my head as I shift to face her. “You’re gonna have to give me more than five minutes.”
She rolls her eyes with a smirk. “Ugh. Men.”
I lean in to kiss her and palm her breast, squeezing it softly. “I knew I shouldn’t think about you like that,” I say, my thumb circling her nipple as it hardens under my touch, “but I couldn’t stop.” I slide an arm over her waist, tugging her in close, and murmur into her hair, “You’ve been making me crazy ever since.”
“I hate to say it, but… same.”
My jaw drops.
No fucking way.
“Even with your homeless Viking vibe,” she says with a chuckle, “you were hot.”
Gobsmacked, I pull back and search her face. “You’re fucking with me. You gave me so much shit for looking like that!”
“Well, I couldn’t fucking tell you, could I?” She shoves my chest. “Like, oh, hey, Jesse, I’m into that Castaway thing you’ve got going. Wanna fuck? Wilson can watch.” She flutters her lashes. “Had to throw you off the scent.”
I laugh, softly tracing my fingers up and down her spine, and shake my head in disbelief. “Wow. You keeping a list of insults to work through, or what?”
“I’m not revealing anything.”
“Says the naked woman in my bed.”
She smiles softly, grazing her fingers over my shoulder. “Jess?”
“Yeah?”