“Probably,” he deadpans. “I'm definitely crazy when it comes to you.”
“I don’t know who the hell you think you are, but you can't just come in here and—”
I never get to finish my sentence because suddenly a growl tumbles up out of Jesse’s throat. He grabs both sides of my face and then smashes his lips down onto mine.
My heart leaps into my throat, and my eyes flutter closed as heat engulfs my entire body.
Holy fucking moly.
CHAPTERFIVE
Jesse
Strawberries.She tastes like the sweetest fucking strawberries. Strawberries are suddenly my favorite fruit because I can't get enough of her.
I deepen the kiss, thrusting my tongue deeper into her mouth, seeking hers out, coaxing it to twine with mine.
The way she hesitantly kisses me back shows her inexperience, and that sets my heated blood coursing through my veins. I like discovering that she's not an experienced kisser. It makes me crazy to imagine anyone else ever kissing her, much less being inside her.
I don't even want to ask her about any previous boyfriends. I'll probably go off the rails and want to hunt every single one of them down for daring to touch what has always beenmine.
Cindy is mine whether she knows it or not.
I realize this is crazy thinking, but I truly am crazy when it comes to her. There's something about her that makes me unable to control myself.
She whimpers into my mouth, and it's the sweetest sound I've ever heard. My cock is instantly hard, pushing insistently against the zipper of my jeans.
Her arms wind around my neck, her fingers finding purchase in my hair, and my chest swells in victory as I pull her flush against me and crush her little breasts against my chest.
I growl into the kiss as I press my rock-hard erection into her stomach, letting her feel how much I want her, what she does to me.
I've never been this hard up for anyone in my entire life.
I whisper her name against her lips. “My sweet, beautiful Cindy.”
I can't help claiming her as mine. I want to claim her with words. I want to claim her with my body. I want to possess every inch of her from her beautiful lips and that sweet little cunt to deep inside her soul.
I want us so entwined together, no one will ever be able to pry us apart.
She makes a mewling sound, and I can't help myself. “Say my name,” I beg her. “I need to hear you whimpering my name in that needy little voice of yours.”
Surprisingly, she doesn't fight me. Instead, she whispers, “Jesse.”
It's like kerosene on a fire. The flames within me blaze so hot I fear they'll consume us both.
I groan as I hoist her up and onto the table. I hold her with my hands splayed across her back as I devour her mouth like a man dying of thirst. I could drink from her sweet lips forever. I could live off of her strawberries. All I need to go along with it is some of her cream.
I yank her shirt up and pull down her bra, exposing the pretty little strawberries of her nipples.
“Fuck me,” I whisper reverently before I descend upon them, licking and sucking on them in turn.
She holds her hands against the back of my neck, her head thrown back, a glazed look in her eyes, her body quivering, and I can't wait any longer.
She's like molten lava in my arms. I know she feels this electric current zinging between us. It's like fireworks.
I slip down her flimsy little leggings until they're pooled around her pretty little boots.
I kiss the back of her calves while I hurriedly pull myself from my pants. My throbbing length bobs out, and I feel the precum leaking out of my tip and traveling along my length. I hurriedly smear it across my head and stroke up and down, quickly lubricating myself and getting ready for her.