Page 60 of Darlin'

Good Girl

"Mmm,"I hum, snuggling into the coziest pillow I've ever slept on. "Mmm..."

It smells like a forest—a deep, lush, intoxicating scent of wood and spices. I could sleep here forever and never wake up. It's so relaxing. So peaceful. So serene?—

Wait...

I frown as my head rises and falls.Why is my pillow breathing?Pillows don't?—

Flashes of last night blast through my mind, and my eyes spring open in a panic. Jesse's bare chest presses against my cheek, my hand resting on the rippling mounds of his stomach as he holds me tight in his embrace.

That's not a dang pillow.

Oh, crap.

He slept here?!Did I ask him to sleep here? And why is his shirt off? I pat my body, releasing a tiny sigh of relief. Fully clothed. Bless. At least we didn't sleep bang. Unless we did...and I don't remember. No! Nope. That'sridiculous. We just slept...together...in the same bed...and it felt...good? I mean, it felt good for me, but what about?—

Nerves tingle my fingertips.

Oh gosh, what now? What should I do? Pretend that I'm still asleep until he wakes up? Maybe he didn't mean to fall asleep here...but his shirt is off… Surely, he was awake when he removed it, right? Or...or should I try and run? Slither away like a snake? Would that be rude?

I keep my body inhumanly still as I run through all the possible scenarios that bypass the awkward conversation that's undoubtedly going to unfold when he wakes up inmybed. Buthe'sthe one who stayed inmybed, so that means... Oh, lordy, what does that mean? I swallow, keeping my breathing level despite my accelerating heartbeat.

Jesse expels a stupidly sexy moan as he tightens his hold around my waist and rotates our bodies to the side. His ankles weave through mine, his large, warm palm pressed flat against my rising chest as he breathes against the sensitive shell of my ear. A tingle spreads between my legs, and I squeeze my thighs tight together, hoping it'll banish the foreign sensation. He releases another hot breath, and my spine shivers, the tingling growing louder, refusing to be silenced.

Damn it.

Trying my hardest to ignore the fact that my poor decision-making organ is awake and screaming with shameless lust, I squirm under his possessive touch, attempting to slowly untangle myself from his strong hold. I barely manage to rotate before the beast awakens.

"Where do you think you're going?" Jesse raspsagainst my skin, his thumb brushing the valley between my breasts.Fudge. My breath hitches as his soft lips graze the slope of my neck. "Mmm..." He inhales, moaning out in growling pleasure as his erection grows against my ass.Double fudge."Good morning, princess."

"Morning," I breathe out, mouth drying as Jesse's rough, textured fingers feather down my chest to the neediness pooling in my belly. "What..." I suck in a sharp breath as he dips a wandering finger under the elastic of my silk shorts. My heart seizes from the anticipation. "What are you doing?

I know exactly what he's doing. I know precisely where this all leads. I should care. I should think about the repercussions. But I can't. I can't continue to deny myself. It's been torture. Every second we spend alone, it gets harder and harder to stay away. To pretend I don't want him. That I don't want him to touch me. And gosh, I want to touch him too.

So freaking bad.

"Tell me to stop," he mumbles out in a strained, groggy tone. Maybe he's at the end of his rope too. Maybe he's just as weak as I am. Maybe we're hopeless together. Jesse tilts his pelvis forward in response to my rhetorical question. "Tell me to stop, Savannah."

My skin buzzes with greedy desire as I arch my back, undulating my hips, my ass teasing his dick. Jesse expels a dark chuckle, lightly biting my shoulder blade.

"If that's your version of stop, princess, I'm going to need a dictionary." He nibbles at my earlobe, sliding his index finger along the hem of my shorts as he taunts me in a gritty, gravelly tone, "Tell me what you want, Savannah."His voice drops lower, so deep it could be from hell. That's what he is right now. A damn devil. "Tell me what you want me to do to you."

"I..." A whimper of withering control escapes my lungs as Jesse plants wet kisses down my neck, the heat emitting from his roaming touch sending shock waves through my veins. "I want you to..."

"Yes?" he rasps, sliding his fingers further down into my jammies in calculating circles that leave me dizzy. "Use your words, princess."

"Touch me," I breathe, my core pulsing with surrender.

"Iamtouching you," he says in a sly tone, feigning ignorance as he draws figure eights on the skin just above the part of my body that's screaming to be felt. "Be more specific, princess."

"Lower," I beg, leaning my head against his firm chest and pushing my hips against his sizzling touch. "Lower..."

"Here?" Jesse asks, slowly dancing his fingers down to my clit. I moan as he massages the sensitive bundle of nerves with an experienced rhythm. "Oh, you like that, do you?" His heady breath fans against my cheek. "See what you've been missing, princess?"

"Uh-huh," I hum, unable to form proper sentences as my eyes glaze over with hedonistic pleasure, my legs opening wider like a tacit invitation to keep exploring, to go further, deeper into the unknown.

"Fuck, Savannah," he groans, a renegade finger dipping in between my folds. "You're so wet right now."

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