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And Jesse's.

And ours.

CHAPTER 25

Rip the Band-Aid

"Good morning, sleepyhead.”

I stir awake, eyelids fluttering open to find Jesse staring at me like I'm a three-course meal. My body buzzes at the sight of him sprawled out in my bed.He's home.

Jesse grins, gaze sweeping across my blushing face. "Did you know that you snore?"

"What..." I clear my throat, blinking as I tug on the bedcovers. My pulse quickens with anticipation as I glance down at his bare chest and the tight boxer briefs that always leave little to the imagination. My mouth dries as my body physically reacts to his, my belly slowly heating, preparing to be consumed. "How long have you been here?"

"An hour or so," he says casually, adjusting the propped hand holding his head up. He lifts his right arm, bopping me on the nose while smiling. "You sound like a little teakettle, you know? Justshhh shhh shhh...over and over again."

"I donotsnore." I swat his hand away, feigning a frown, but he damn well knows I ain't mad. "So rude."

"Don't get defensive," he whispers with a light laugh, rolling on top of me, caging me with his bare, muscular arms. "I think it's precious." His nose sweeps against mine, his lips feathering against my cheek, jaw, and neck, his hot breath fanning against my skin. My mouth gapes open with surprise and need as I feel him grow against my leg.

Oh gosh...

"Did you miss me, princess?"

A tiny moan escapes my lips as he grips the edge of the blanket, moving it off to the side. His roaming hands trace faint lines down the curve of my waist and my thighs, veering dangerously off course toward my pulsing center.

"Mmmm..." He dips under my pajama shorts, my budding slickness coating his fingers as my back arches. "I'll take this as a yes."

It's wild. The feeling of zero control over your body, your mind. His touch, his voice, and his freaking presence alone unravel every ounce of hesitation and doubt. He leaves me defenseless and vulnerable and goddamn desperate. Shouldn't becomes must. Can't becomes will. And fear becomes something I'm too afraid to even process.

"Kiss me," I breathe, wrapping my hand around his neck and trying to pull him toward my longing lips. His chest rumbles as he circles my sex, flicking my clit with controlled accuracy. "Jesse...please..."

"As you wish." He smirks, slithering down the bed as he shimmies off my shorts.

My head snaps up, and I gasp as he nudges my thighs apart, settling between my legs. "What...what are you..."

"I'm kissing you, princess," Jesse rasps, planting kisses down the apex of my thighs, his tongue darting out and leaving a path of wet confessions as he journeys to a place where I've never been kissed before.

"I meant?—"

But it's too late.

Jesse lurches forward, burrowing his head between my legs as I buck my hips, yelping out in pleasure. He groans as he laves and flicks and sucks on my clit, and I grip the bedsheets for support, for stability.

Without coming up for air, Jesse slams two fingers inside of me, curling upward and stroking my clenching walls. My eyes roll from the dual sensation, electricity bursting through my entire body. Just as I'm about to come undone, Jesse pulls away and, in one fast, fluid, and provocative motion flips me over and pushes my head down to the mattress, my ass up in the air, exposed, soaking, and ready for him.

"Fuck—" Jesse slaps my ass hard, and I jerk forward, barely registering the sound of foil ripping. He teases my slit with his fingers for a second before I feel his tip coax me open.

"Oh God," I moan as Jesse surges forward, filling my sex with every inch of his throbbing erection. Snaking his hand around my neck, he yanks me backward, my ass giggling against him with every thrust. "Jesse..."

"Yes, baby—" He curls his hand under my tank top and rolls my nipples between his fingers, every breath heavy and hot as he grunts, "Fuck, I love the way you say my name, princess."

"I'm so close," I whimper, leaning my head against his shoulder as he quickens his pace, my inside vibrating with imminent release. "Don't stop."

Jesse arches down, his heady, damp lips gliding up and down the slope of my neck, hushed whispers of encouragement floating into my ears as I unravel around him.

"Holy fuck," Jesse grunts, toppling forward, our bodies collapsing on the mattress with sated pants. Our chests rise and fall as our limbs remain intertwined, the scent of satisfaction and sweat swirling around the bedroom. He twists his neck and faces me, eyes glistening with appreciation and something that I refuse to acknowledge. "Savannah..."

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