Page 45 of Crushed

His hand under my chin drove into my hair and settled at the back of my skull. His other arm slipped around the back of my waist and pulled me tighter against his solid body. And his mouth claimed mine in a bruising kiss that was undeniably good.

This was it.

This was everything I’d wanted for so long.

And while I’d had no idea that Jesse was even remotely interested in having something like this with me, I wasn’t going to stop him now, so we could talk about it.

Nope.

I was going to enjoy this for everything it was and everything it would be.

So, with no use for it, I allowed my phone to fall from my hands before I lifted my arms and slid my fingers through Jesse’s hair.

His hand that had been at the back of my head dropped to my ass, where he squeezed before using his strength to lift me up off the ground.

Instinctively, my legs went around his waist, and the moment my ankles locked behind his back, he began moving. I didn’t care where he took me as long as he continued to touch me and kiss me like this.

The next thing I knew, I was going down, but Jesse’s body didn’t leave mine. He stayed connected to me, holding me tight against him, until my back hit his bed. Then, for the first time since his mouth had touched mine, he pulled back.

He took a moment to search my face, something sweet moving through his expression. Then his hands gripped the hem of my shirt and lifted it. He threw it aside and wasted no time touching his lips to the skin at the side of my throat.

The fingers on one of my hands continued to thread through his hair, while the others gripped and barely covered the solid surface of his broad and muscular shoulder.

His mouth drifted down. Over my collar bone, toward my shoulder, and down between my breasts. I heard him inhale before he yanked the cup of my bra down to expose one breast. He did not hesitate to capture it with his mouth.

A guttural moan escaped from the back of my throat as my hips rolled beneath his large frame.

Jesse groaned and pressed his hips forward, pinning me to the bed. Truthfully, he didn’t have to try very hard, because I had no intention of leaving.

None at all.

In fact, I quickly realized that I was no longer thinking about air mattresses or sheets in the wash or embarrassing moments in the morning.

I was here, in his bed, and there was nowhere else I wanted to be.

Jesse’s hands went at me, touching where they wanted, removing clothing where it was covering my body. Unwilling to be the only one who didn’t get to explore, I clawed at his shirt. I desperately wanted to feel his skin beneath my fingertips again. Once I had that, I wanted more.

We both did.

When he lifted his torso from my body so he could go for my pants, I sat up and went at his. It felt frantic, and I was fumbling with the fly of his jeans, because I was so excited for this.

My pants were gone first, and then Jesse helped me with his jeans. The moment we were both naked, we paused and took each other in.

He was breathtaking.

His physique was like nothing I’d ever seen before. I already seen him without a shirt on, but seeing him without a stitch of clothing on was beyond what I could have imagined it would be.

His impressive torso was balanced by his thick, muscular thighs. I was convinced that the moment he turned around, I’d find his ass to be round and perfectly sculpted. But I was completely content for the moment to have him continue to face me, because that meant I got the view I wanted.

His cock.

Thick, just like the rest of him. Long, and hard.

“God, you’re big,” I whispered.

“I’ll fit,” he assured me as he reached out, grabbed a condom from the nightstand, and rolled it on.

I licked my lips, heard him growl, and that was all it took. He moved. I moved, and we both became even more insatiable than we had been.