Page 26 of Hot Ice, Tennessee

I leaned in and pressed my lips to his, taking his kiss like it was a gift I’d been given, only for a moment. The tip of his nose was still a little chilly from being outside, but his lips were warm and plush and perfect, and he hummed just a little as my mouth hit his.

The slightest hint of lime was still on his lips. The scent of his shampoo filled the air, his hair recently wet from the rain.

If this was the one time Jesse and I were going to kiss, I was going to make it count. I lifted my hand and slid it onto the side of his face, lacing my fingers into his hair.

He leaned further into me after a moment, opening his mouth to me. He slowly deepened the kiss.

Fuck. He didn’t just act like he had Daddy energy.

He kissed like it, too.

I groaned against him, letting my tongue slide out against his, hot and wet.

Stop.

Stop kissing him.

You know you shouldn’t be doing this—

My cock ached under my pants, hardening as soon as my tongue was in his mouth. He kissed me like he was hungry for it. When he broke off from my mouth I moaned gently, involuntarily, just wishing that it wasn’t already over. His eyes were half-lidded as he looked into mine.

And then he went back in again.

He was just as greedy for more, apparently, and I sighed against his touch, feeling like a lottery winner. My cock was harder than hell now, shoved up against the front of my pants, and when Jesse slid a hand between me and the couch to grip the top of my ass, I moaned again. Louder this time. Right into his mouth.

“Go home,” I tried to tell him, leaning back just a little and breaking off from his needy kiss.

“Don’t want to.”

“Then what the fuck do you want?”

He leaned in to suck a slow, wet kiss against my lower lip. I was shaking a little now, and it felt impossible trying to hide it.

“I want you,” he said against me.

“No you don’t. I can’t be your rebound.”

I could feel his breath on my mouth, and it was so intoxicating I was two fucking seconds away from abandoning all of my decisions.

“Do you want my cock inside you?” he said in a low whisper, leaning back a little to look me in the eyes. “Be honest.”

I felt weak but I liked it.

“Yes,” I whispered. His fingers stroked through my hair.

He hummed. “You want to take me deep? Have me call you a good boy?”

I moaned deeply, my cock throbbing so much it ached. “Yes.”

“Just once. I’ll fuck you, just once, just tonight.”

“No,” I growled.

He grabbed the front of my shirt in his fist, putting his forehead to mine again as he sucked in a breath of air.

I groaned, hating this, hating him all over again in that moment, hating…

Hating in my bones that I was forced to say no to him, when every cell in my body wasscreamingyes.

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