Page 46 of Outlaw Ridge: Jesse
She kissed him again, and this time Jesse didn’t pull away.
Jesse felt the heat build between them, the weight of everything unsaid pouring into the kiss. His hands found her waist, pulling her closer as her hands gathered up fists full of his shirt.
The kiss deepened, grew urgent, their breaths quick and uneven. It was like everything had been waiting—every touch, every glance—until now. But somewhere amid that inferno, a smidge of common sense got past his dick and into his brain.
Silently cursing himself, and his dick, he pulled back again, his heart racing, his forehead resting against hers.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked, his thumb brushing her cheek.
Lauren inched her face back just enough so that her gaze could meet his. Her eyes were steady and clear. Filled with heat and need.
“Yes,” she whispered. That hurt was coiling through her voice, sliding against him like silk. “I want this. Think of it as something that should have happened a long time ago. We should’ve had that first date sixteen years ago, followed by more dates… and then this.”
She kissed him again, her hands sliding up to cup his face, and this time Jesse didn’t stop her. Didn’t stop his dick either. Because Lauren was right. They should have had this all those years ago.
This should have been theirs.
They moved together, their kisses growing more desperate as they made their way to his bedroom. Clothes became an afterthought, discarded piece by piece. She went after his shirt. Him, after hers. He stripped the top of her. The bra, too.
And, man, he was toast.
Another wave of that heat roared through him as he looked at her naked breasts. And kissed her, taking her nipple into his mouth. He did a whole lot of exploring and not just with his mouth either. His hands got in on that. He wanted to learn every part of her body.
Lauren was clearly on the same wavelength because while she moaned in pleasure from the kissing and touching, she didn’t stay idle. Nope. She got off his shirt, sent it sailing across the room and did some exploring of her own. Specifically, her tongue on his chest.
Yeah, toast all right.
But he kept on moving. Kept on exploring. And the clothes kept coming off. Not with an especially high amount of finesse. He’d likely have a bruise or two, but he finally got rid of her pants.
Then, panties.
And he got another view of the rest of her amazing body. Oh, yes, he was memorizing and cataloging every inch of her. Every moment of this.
Jesse laid her back on the bed, his lips trailing down her neck, across her collarbone, and lower. Then, lower still to the center of all that heat. She bucked beneath him, fisted her hands in his hair. Cursed him.
But he didn’t stop.
Everything outside that room faded away—the past, the fear, the weight of what they’d both carried. It was just them, finally finding something they’d lost a long time ago.
He thought he might finish her off then and there, but Lauren had a different notion about that, too. She rolled over, pinning him beneath her naked body and proceeded to…torture the hell out of him.
No, wait. She was merely trying to get off his jeans, but there was so much rubbing and touching going on that his dick warned him that this could be over way too soon if Jesse didn’t slow things down a bit.
Easier said than done, though.
Lauren was clearly on a mission, especially once his jeans and boxers were off. She straddled, ready to take him inside her when another warning flashed in his head.
“Condom,” he reminded her.
She cursed, obviously not wanting the delay. So, Jesse moved fast. He reached over, fumbling to open the nightstand drawer, and he took out the condom. Somehow, he got it on despite the fact that Lauren had started up the torture again by French kissing his neck.
Hell, the woman knew how to fire him up.
He rolled her over, landing on top of her and pausing just a moment to see if his weight on her would bother her. It didn’t. It really, really didn’t.
Lauren took his mouth again as if she owned it. Which at the moment, she did. Jesse was willing to give that to her a whole lot more. Of course, Lauren did some giving, too.
When he pushed inside all other thoughts left him.
