Vivian nibbled her bottom lip. “I have a pretty good idea.”
“Enlighten me.”
“When you’re stressed, you hold your breath. I don’t think you’re aware of it. You clench your jaw and carry all the tension in your shoulders.”
“Most people tend to.”
“And when you’re happy or when something pleases you, you have this crooked little grin.” Vivian brought a hand up to trace the corner of my mouth, the caress soft and fleeting. “I think it’s cute.”
I swallowed, hypnotized by her sweet scent. “What else?” I whispered.
“When you’re turned on…” she said softly, eyes searching my face. “When you’re turned on, your pupils blow wide. Your throat gets dry, so you swallow more, and when you look at me…”
“What?” I urged.
She placed a hand on my knee, sliding her palm up the inside of my thigh. “You look at me like you want to devour me whole,” she mumbled against my lips. Not quite a kiss, yet somehow so much sexier.
I held back a groan. “Vivian, we can’t.”
She shrank away, small and defeated. “Is it because you don’t want me?”
“Because I won’t be able to stop myself.” I cupped her face to keep her from retreating any further. “Because…”
“What?”
I sighed. “Because I want to bend you over the back of this couch and have my way with you. I want to pin you to the wall and make you scream with pleasure. I want to rip those fucking shorts off and live between your thighs until you’re sick of me.”
Vivian bit her bottom lip, her cheeks and neck flushed with heat. “Then do it.”
“You don’t know what you’re asking, Vivian.”
“Yes, I do.”
We were at a standoff, but we both knew the truth. I was hanging on by a thread. I wanted her, and she knew it. She wanted me, and I knew it.
On the screen, a lioness was prowling her territory, her lion circling nearby.
“Get up,” I ordered, not a hint of regret for caving in so easily.
Chapter 17
Vivian
Jesse’s eyes were impossibly dark. This was a man grasping at the last straws of self-control.
A shiver slithered down my spine. Fuck. I could feel myself grow impossibly wet as we made our way into his bedroom.
I very slowly dropped to my knees, hooking my thumbs through his belt loops to drag him close. Jesse put up no resistance. In fact, he helped me undo the front of his pants so I could pull them down easier.
I kissed his cock through the fabric of his black boxer briefs, relishing how he sucked a sharp breath in through gritted teeth. It would have been nice to tease him for a while longer, but my need to taste was greater than my need to play. I pulled his underwear down and freed his long, hard shaft, moving in to wrap my lips around him.
He was salty and sweet and uniquely him. I swirled my tongue around his head, pleased with the way he stifled his groan into the back of his hand. Jesse combed his fingers through my hair, keeping his hand on my head to act as a sort of guide.
“Good girl,” he praised. “So pretty with my cock in your mouth.”
His approval made me unbelievably wet, the slick heat between my legs too difficult to ignore any longer. I hollowed my cheeks and sucked him deep, bobbing my head in a rhythmic fashion. I wrapped my left hand around the base of his length, stroking him in tandem. He throbbed against my tongue, hot and delicious.
“Touch yourself, angel,” he ordered. “Touch yourself while you suck me off.”