Promise Me This(32)

My hands scaled over his solid biceps to his back. He was hard and smooth everywhere I touched. His tongue was tangling with mine and his hips were grinding relentlessly. If he continued his onslaught against my center, I probably wouldn’t last much longer.

“Goddamn it, Jessie.” He bit and licked my jaw and then sucked on my neck. His lips were hot and hard and like a suction cup against my skin.

With my skin practically burning from his touch, he suddenly slowed way down and lifted himself up on his forearms. I figured he’d freak again and bail, but then he sat back on his knees and looked down at me with tenderness in his eyes.

His tentative fingers reached out and began moving delicately, outlining the edges of the tattoos on my chest and then travelling down to my stomach. It was such a gentle gesture that I shivered. No guy had ever taken the time to do that. Maybe because they were used to seeing girls with tattoos.

He tugged me to a sitting position as he continued to stroke my skin with his silky touch. He kissed my shoulders and then his lips trailed up to my ear. “I like the way you smell.”

I never wore any perfume so I didn’t really know what he meant; still it was nice to hear.

He gathered my face in his hands and stared into my eyes as if admiring me. Then he slanted his head and brushed his lips across mine. I could barely take it anymore. This wasn’t what I wanted—not this gentleness, and not from Nate—it was bound to ruin me for other guys.

I just wanted hot and hard sex, over and done with.

As he softly kissed my throat, I wondered if he thought this was what was expected of him. That maybe all the other Barbie dolls he’d been with needed to be treated with kid gloves.

He nibbled and then sucked on my bottom lip. “Damn . . . I’ve always wondered what your lips tasted like.”

And then he captured my mouth in a heated kiss, softer this time, his mouth and tongue setting the slower pace. He knew how to kiss, I’d give him that. Some guys just shoved their tongues down your throat. His kissing was almost like an art form. Just a little bit of tongue, enough to tease. Enough to make you want more. Want it all.

He pulled away and his gaze skated down my body. “You’re gorgeous, Jess.”





Chapter Fourteen


Nate



If Jessie wanted to be with me then I’d treat her like she deserved. But Jesus fuck I was beyond turned on by this girl. Never have I seen a girl’s body with tattoos up close.

I continued kissing her full and soft mouth nice and slow, dragging my tongue along the seam of her lips and then dipping its tip inside to meet hers. She was trembling and making this impatient noise in the back of her throat.

I didn’t understand it. She seemed to want more—like she wasn’t about to settle for what I was giving her, which was totally tripping with my head. But wasn’t this how all girls wanted it? Made to feel delicate and tantalizing while you were with them.

I’d always kept my other wild desires tucked safely away. Even when Jessie and I joked about the monster in my pants, I was really using it as a metaphor for that other hidden part of me, and now I wondered if she somehow knew. That deep inside I was really referring to something else.

Now Jessie grabbed at my hair and her tongue slashed past my lips. We were kissing in that frantic way again like we’d just been doing a few minutes earlier, as if we wanted to consume each other. And this was where I entered that gray area, where I was so goddamn cranked up by her, I thought I was going to fucking explode into a billion pieces.

I needed to take back control, but damn, the way she was kissing me was pure heaven. Just the way I always imagined I wanted it. With someone bold and free and hot as fuck.

I pulled away, attempting to gain authority over my breathing. Her lips were swollen and her eyes were wild. And her body was killer. Her breasts were practically hanging out of that black lace and all the artwork on her torso made me want to trace my tongue over every square inch. Never have I been with a girl who looked like her—like a painted canvas—and right now I felt like I was in over my head.

I reached out and traced the pad of my thumb over her lips and then down her throat. When I got to the middle of her chest, she whimpered and squirmed as if urging me on.

Her fingers reached behind her back to the clasp of her bra, as if she were unable to wait for me. Like she knew I was stalling. “Jessie, let me do it.”

She ignored me and unhooked it herself. “I don’t want to wait, Nate. You’re battling something. I can see it in your eyes.”

Her hands now cupped the lace over her breasts and my dick was rock solid. “If you want to stop, let’s stop. But if not . . . just let loose, Nate.”