Page 96 of Jesse's Girl
He gives me a glare, then clears his throat again before continuing.
“He pulled her against his chest, running his hands over the silky fabric of her dress. The dip of her waist fit his hands like her body was made for him.”
As he reads, a soft, almost sheepish smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.
“Their kiss was rough. Messy. All-consuming in a way Max hadn’t felt for years.
‘Well, in that case…’ Liza teased. Sliding her fingers over his tie, she guided him in front of the leather sofa and shoved him down. As she prowled over him to straddle his lap, her dress rode up, her pale thighs glowing softly in the moonlight.”
I bite my lip and, setting my sketchbook and pencils on the coffee table, swing one leg over Jesse’s lap so I’m straddling him.
He lowers the book and makes a low, humming sound. “Whatcha doing?”
“Shh,” I whisper, leaning in close. “Keep reading.”
He slips his free hand up under the back of my tank top and traces my spine with his fingertips, his gaze falling between my legs. “But this is very… distracting.”
“I know you can do it,” I purr.
He grunts and drags his attention back to the book, holding it out to one side.
“Liza traced his collarbone through his shirt, her soft lips on his neck sending all his blood rushing south.”
Jesse’s attention wanders to me again as I trail fingers over the ridge of his collarbone and feather soft kisses on his neck.
“You’re making it very challenging to keep reading, Ada,” he says, then moans softly when I take his earlobe between my teeth.
“Mmm,” I hum against his cheek, “but I wanna know what happens between Max and Liza. Don’t stop.”
Jesse grabs my jaw with a warning growl. “Then behave.”
“I promise nothing,” I whisper, my hands skimming down his chest.
“Such a brat.” He adjusts himself in his pants and continues.
“Max knew he could never have her, not really, but he didn’t care. He’d take what he could get. His lips collided with hers in a searing kiss.”
I kiss Jesse hard, then pause to let him continue.
“Liza tugged at his belt, the clink of the buckle and their panting breaths the only sounds breaking the silence.”
I start to unbutton his jeans.
“Ada… fuck,” he mumbles. “I can’t keep reading if you?—”
“Keep going,” I whisper as I trail kisses over his cheek and nip at his earlobe.
He exhales. “When she freed him from his pants, his throbbing manhood?—”
I snort against his neck and pull back. “Sorry,” I say, holding a fist to my mouth, “his throbbing what now?”
Jesse inspects the book cover again and shakes his head. “Fuck. Is this what Marcus likes to read about? Some dude’s throbbing manhood?”
“I don’t even wanna know. Read more, though,” I say with a suppressed laugh. I gesture for him to continue. “Maybe it’ll redeem itself.”
He lets out a long sigh, then wrenches his eyes back to the page.
“When she freed him from his pants, his… I’m gonna say dick… sprang free, eager for her touch. Max groaned when Liza wrapped her fist around his length and…”