She raked her hand further down, to stop at the button of his pants. She hesitated, but then brought it lower, so that she caressed his hard length testing the endurance of his pants. She gripped him there, and he nearly shot out of his skin.
“Maybe this too,” she admitted.
He cut off her next words with a punishing kiss. Their mouths went to war as he fumbled with his pants. He finally got the stupid things open and tore them down his hips. He shifted just a little further away, so that he could get the stupid things down his legs then went for his boxers. They hit the floor hard. He stood back for a second, letting her eyes rake over him. He loved the heat in her gaze, how the pupils were completely blown, eating up the irises. He loved the way her lips had to part a fraction, so that she could pant out her desire.
“Okay- maybe I like that too,” she rasped.
“Yeah?” He attacked her pants like they offended him just by existing. They put up almost no resistance to his heated onslaught.
“Definitely,” she gasped.
He covered her with the hard length of his body, melding her soft, sweet curves along his rougher edges, her silky skin along his, their limbs tangled once again. He swallowed anything else she had to say with another kiss that left him seeing stars. He stared down at her after, his cock nestled in her stomach, creating a pool of moisture that they both felt.
“You know, I planned a lot of things,” he rasped. “But I forgot one thing. The most important thing.”
Her eyes went wide. “What’s that?”
“I don’t have a condom.”
Syd let out a low whimper that vibrated through him. “I’m on the pill. Please. God. Jesse. I trust you. I need you. I don’t want to wait another minute. Seriously. If you’re good, I’m good.”
“I’m good,” he assured her, because he trusted her too. The thought of going inside of her bareback though, made his cock kick against her stomach. That pool of wetness got even bigger. “Fuck, Syd,” he groaned. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
“At least it will be a good death.”
“The best,” he groaned, right before she locked her legs around his hips, dug her hands into his shoulders, and pulled him even closer.
CHAPTER 20
Sydney
After a lifetime of uncertainty, she was sure of three things.
One, that she loved this man beyond any doubt in the world.
Two, that being in his arms was like coming home and she was done running from the one place she’d always belonged.
Three, she was going to die if he didn’t get the hell inside of her.
Sydney wrapped her legs around Jesse’s muscular hips, urging him forward. They’d done this before. She remembered that his cock was huge. She’d seen it in his boxers that night at his house a month ago. She wasn’t fully prepared for just how big he was. It wasn’t dark like that night in college and the lights weren’t dim like at his house. No, it was full frickin’ daylight, sun streaming through the parted blinds in the huge window ten feet from the massive king-sized bed, gauzy white curtains doing nothing to stem the tide of light.
And she loved it.
She loved that he’d grown up, ever since that night in college, and that he was all man. That he was raw and heavily muscled, chiseled, cut- whatever. His shoulders looked like they belonged in the dictionary, under a definition of broad-fucking-tastic. His abs should have been on an infomercial about sculpting tools, because it looked like they’d been carved out by an artist’s hand. She loved his dark nipples, how when she’d kissed them, his whole body shuddered. The crisp smattering of dark hair that dusted his chest and ran lower, past his navel, was perfect. Perfectly man. Perfectly him.
She’d never taken the time to properly admire him before. She still hadn’t, but she would. She promised herself she would.
“Jesse, please,” she panted, because he shifted, seating himself at her entrance. She could feel him throbbing there, right along with her, and she wriggled her hips, trying to take him inside. “Please, get inside of me already.”
“I thought that maybe you were right about the marriage thing…”
Her eyes flew to his face in time to see his teasing grin split across his face. “Asshole,” she muttered under her breath.
“Yeah. I know.”
He flexed his hips then, pushing the tip of his cock inside her teasingly. She let out a gasp, because holy hell, even that part of him was thick and glorious and amazing. Her entire body turned into an inferno, burning so hot that it pretty much cooked her brain, because rational thought was no longer an option.
She rubbed against him, rocking her hips, locking her legs, and grinding her heels into his ass.