In fact, his eyes heated over as we stared at each other like we were in a staring contest.
“Uh,” I stammered after a few beats too long. “I’m sorry,” I mumbled.
He chuckled. “Don’t be,” he said easily, and I briefly wondered how he managed to maintain his composure while he stood there naked.
“Okay,” I said, glancing down again at his now fully erect penis. I couldn’t help it. It was there. It was out. I felt like it was looking at me, and it would be rude not to look back.
A salacious grin spread lazily across his face. “See anything you like?” he asked, a hint of teasing in his voice.
My eyes met his again, and even though I turned twelve shades of red, I managed a quick nod of my head before I darted back into the bathroom.
Well.
Guess I didn’t have to wonder what that looked like anymore.
My damn mouth was still watering as I thought about what he would taste like, every perfect part of that anatomy under my willing tongue, and my damn body was still tingling and throbbing as I thought about what his naked flesh would feel like against mine.
Someday, I’d find out.
I could feel my heartbeat pulsing everywhere in my body. I could hear it in my ears.
I was out of control with lust for this man, and this fucking waiting game had to end soon. I was a strong woman, but I had needs, too; needs that I was sure Jesse Drake would easily fulfill.
I gazed at myself in the mirror. Somehow I felt different than I had sixty seconds earlier, and it wasn’t just the buzzing in my brain or the tingling in my legs or the flushing in my cheeks.
It was seeing that picture of flawlessness and adding that to the fact that he’d confessed his true feelings for me.
It was being in California at the beach with the right man even though I was still married to the wrong one.
I took a deep breath as I thought about how that problem would work itself out in a few months, and then Jesse and I would be free to do whatever we wanted to.
And I knew what I wanted to do with him.
All. Night. Long.
And probably all day long, too.
I brushed my teeth and washed up for bed, and then I finally exited the bathroom. Jesse was wearing just a pair of basketball shorts and lying on the bed scrolling through his cell phone, and there went the saliva forming in my mouth again.
He really was something else.
“Hey,” he said softly, glancing up at me and tossing his phone on the bedside table.
I felt awkward for a moment, unsure of myself after seeing him naked.
“We’re even now,” he said with a grin, and I giggled, still standing in place.
I loved how he always knew just exactly what to say to break the tension.
“Come here,” he commanded softly, and he sat up a little in bed and patted the bed beside him on my side. Yes, we had “sides” already, and I delighted in the fact that sharing a bed with Jesse had already become a habit.
He didn’t have to ask twice.
I climbed in beside him, and he pulled me close so my head rested on his chest.
He kissed the top of my head and then breathed me in. “I know I already said this, but I’m glad you’re here,” he murmured.
“I’m glad I’m here, too,” I said.
He turned off the light and shifted so he was lying on his back, his arms wrapped firmly around me. I was suddenly sleepy and felt myself drifting.
“Good night, V,” he said after awhile.
“Good night, sexy Jesse,” I said, halfway between awake and asleep.
CHAPTER 13
I awoke with a gasp in the dark.
“What’s wrong?” I heard Jesse mumble beside me.
My heart was pounding so hard I thought it was going to pound right out of my chest.
The dream was complete. Now that I’d had the extreme good fortune to see Jesse Drake sans clothes, the piece of my dream that had always been missing was now filled in.
And holy hell, it was a good dream. It was one of those dreams that I knew was going to stay with me for the rest of the day, the rest of the week. Hell, maybe the rest of my life.
“Nothing,” I whispered back, and I snuggled into his side as I recalled the dream that I couldn’t wait to make a reality.
It had started much like we fell asleep. It was so vivid, though, as if it had really happened. Jesse woke me when his mouth covered mine, our tongues clashing together violently. It wasn’t soft and sensual; this was animal and carnal and primal.
He pushed into me and held still as he placed his arms on either side of me to support his weight, and then he pulled back and slammed forward, pushing me so hard in pleasure that my head hit against the headboard. I braced myself for the onslaught of passion, holding my head still against the headboard so that when he crashed into me again, my body met his and didn’t buckle under the force.