Page 68 of The Fire Walker
Dee
“Ijust wantedyou to see me,” Jessie whispered against mylips.
Pulling back, I ran a thumb across her cheek, brushing away her tears. “I see you.” A tired sigh escaped her lips. “I can be a stubborn bastard, but I seeyou.”
“I’m sorry,” she said, her hands pressing into my waist. “I’m sorry I leftyou.”
“Iknow.”
“It was amistake.”
“I forgive you,” I said again. “I won’t pretend it didn’t hurt like hell, but I forgive you. I can’t fight itanymore.”
Holding her like I’d wanted to ever since she knocked on that motel room door in Denver, I ran my fingers through her hair, savoring the feel of our bodies pressed together. The attraction between us was what I thought would destroy me, but it was what made us epic. It wasn’t just her body and the things it could do to me that tipped the scales, it was her being. Her ability to overcome her fear and face it head on. The drive she had toward her work. The way she saw the little things and found beauty in them. I didn’t know if she even realized how amazing she really was. How stupid was I to have fought it for solong?
“I’m sorry, too,” I said before I chickened out again. We’d both done shit things, and she’d just taken it on the chin. An apology was the least I owedher.
“Forwhat?”
“Lastnight.”
She ran her hands under my shirt, her skin cool on mine. “It’sokay.”
“It’s not. It was fucking disgusting. I shouldn’t have doneit.”
“Forget about it.” Her hands moved upward until her thumbs grazed over mynipples.
“I can’t,” I whispered, brushing my lips against hers. “I want to do it again. Right thistime.”
Her eyes searched mine, and I found myself committing every fleck of brown in hers to memory. Searing it in there forever. Her thumbs began to circle, and I slid my hands from her face and pushed her jacket off her shoulders. It dropped to the floor with a dull thud, her gaze never leavingmine.
“Are you sure?” she asked, running her tongue over her bottomlip.
“I’ve been hard ever since you knocked on that motel roomdoor.”
Jessie hissed through her teeth and pressed into me, her tongue darting into my mouth, betraying that she’d felt the same way. I knew she had. Taking control, she pushed me back around the bookshelf toward her bed until the back of my shins hit the edge of the mattress. Before she could shove me down, I circled an arm around her waist and spun her around, her back flush with mychest.
“I love how you take control,” she said as I pressed into herass.
“You do this thing to me,” I whispered, brushing her hair away from herneck.
“And what’s that?” Her hands reached back, finding their way inside myjeans.
I trailed kisses along her shoulder, nipping and sucking my way up to that tender spot below her ear. “Fire.”
Fingers dug into myskin.
“That’s why it hurt somuch.”
Her body stiffened against mine, but I didn’tstop.
“And that’s why it feels so fucking good.” I slid a hand down the front of her jeans, my fingers instantly finding her clit. She gasped, leaning back into my chest while reaching up and tugging at my hair. “What do youwant?”
“I want your clothes off,” she said, a wicked tone in hervoice.
Pulling my hand from her jeans, I grabbed the edges of her top and dragged it over her head. Her hair spilled over her shoulders in a cloud of vanilla and jasmine perfume, and I breathed her in deep. When my own T-shirt followed, our skin felt like fucking heaven pressed together. Fumbling with the zipper on her jeans, I tugged them down over her ass, dragging her underwear withthem.
Kicking her feet free, she turned to face me with a hand behind her back. Her bra fell away, and then it was just her, and she was fucking beautiful. A work of fucking art, and just looking at her made me strain harder against the jeans I stillwore.
