For him. It was all for him. But what if she was wrong about what was best for him?
What if she’d stayed and things actually had worked out.
“You’re thinking too much,” Jesse said as he nipped her inner thigh. “Why are you thinking when I’m going down on you? Maybe I’m not doing a very good job. Maybe I should stop.”
“No!” She gripped at his hair, nearly clawing his face in the process. “Seriously, don’t stop. Don’t stop or I will hide your body in the basement, never to see the light of day again.”
“So violent.”
“You haven’t seen real violence until you stop.”
He peppered hot kisses over her mound then slid lower, letting his tongue do devastating work that turned every single cell she had in her body into a raging inferno. She was burning out of control, her limbs so heavy that she could barely move them, a tingle starting in her feet, trailing up her legs, shaking her thighs. Heat spiraled in her belly and her nipples were practically cutting through the t-shirt she still had on.
His tongue teased at her folds, sweeping over in broad strokes that made her want to cry, big fat happy tears, ugly cry because it felt so amazing. He brought his finger up and explored her in time with his tongue. He danced over her clit a few times, which sent jagged shards of pleasure tearing through her.
“Please,” she begged. And she never begged.
He got the picture. And he didn’t make her explain to him, in detail, what exactly please meant. He doubled up two fingers, smeared them through her wetness, and filled her with them just as his mouth descended on her clit. He licked and suckled and then nipped her lightly while he worked her with his fingers.
He took her higher with every stroke, every luscious lick and nip.
She honestly wasn’t the kind of person who orgasmed easily as she’d found out later on. She rarely climaxed with a partner. She didn’t want to admit it, but Jesse was the only guy she’d ever actually been able to find the magic O with and she’d done it four times that night. Four. She said she didn’t remember, but oh hell, she remembered. You don’t just forget four incredible, mind numbing orgasms.
Just like she wasn’t going to forget this one anytime soon. He had the most talented mouth and his hand came in a close second, because he kept working at her until the pleasure shot from her toes, tingled along her legs like a line to an explosive pile. When the flame hit her core, it detonated, and she went up in flames. Her entire body clenched and shivered, and she thrashed and bucked against his hand, shamelessly rode his mouth, as she flew and soared.
She didn’t come back down for a solid minute and when she did, the pleasure left her wrung out, twisted and gasping, her heels dug into the black comforter below her, her whole body trembling violently, her chest heaving.
“Holy shit,” she breathed. “Tell me I didn’t scream out anything embarrassing.”
Jesse looked up at her and winked. “Just my name.”
And that’s when his phone rang.
His phone, on the nightstand.
It sent a jarring high-pitched sound through the room that sounded less like a ring tone and more like an angry ghost wailing and rattling its chains. Or maybe that was just her inner goddess, the embodied spirit of her va-jay, throwing a tantrum, because she seriously did not want Jesse to move away from her.
“I have to make that stop.” He shot her an apologetic glance before he moved away and grabbed his phone.
“Don’t you have voicemail,” she hissed. “Or a silence button?”
“I forgot to turn it on.” He glanced at the screen and groaned. “I’m going to have to answer this.”
“Don’t you dare answer that.”
“I have to. It’s never going to stop ringing otherwise.”
“Throw it in the toilet.”
“I can’t.”
“You can.”
He slid his finger along the phone and held it up to his ear as she did her best, unsuccessfully to stifle a groan.
CHAPTER 15
Sydney
It was all it took, hearing Jesse’s mother’s voice drift over the phone, to break whatever spell she’d been under. God, maybe he’d drugged the food. That had to be the explanation. There was no other logical reason that she’d fallen into bed with him so damn easily after ten years of telling herself to stay away.
Moving fast, her face on fire, Sydney scrambled off the bed. She grabbed up her panties, which were embarrassingly wet and not just because she hadn’t dried herself well in the shower or any stupid thing like that. No- they were definitely wet because she’d been hella-turned on by that crazy whipped cream licking, face sucking, tender clean up routine in the kitchen.
She glanced over at Jesse as he groaned. “No, mom, seriously, we are not in the process of making you a grandchild. If we were, you would have totally interrupted it anyway.”