Separation Anxiety(76)

“I’m not looking for money,” he said. He wasn’t?

Dr. Wooden voiced the question in my head. “Then what is it that you want?”

“A public apology. A statement that says that this district was wrong in its accusations against us. I want it in the newspapers and filmed for the local news.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Mr. Drake,” Dr. Wooden said.

“It’s the least you can do,” Jesse said, standing. “Are we done here?”

Dr. Wooden nodded, a perplexed look on his face. I don’t think he was quite sure how Jesse turned the meeting completely around, but he managed to do it with sophisticated charm.

But, then, that was Jesse Drake’s way.

Jesse held his hand out to me, and I gladly placed my hand in his. I felt electrical tingles shoot up my spine as his skin touched mine. The realization that it was finally over hit me, and a mixture of relief and complete happiness and absolute love for the man next to me washed over me. The devastation that had filled my heart with dread for two months was over, and now I just had a few more weeks until my split with Richard would be finalized. And then… our night.

We walked out the front doors of the district office hand-in-hand in a very liberating moment. Richard could go fuck himself. Jesse and I were going to be together, and no matter how hard Richard tried to split us up, he wouldn’t be able to. Our bond was stronger than titanium, and after what we’d just been through, after being completely separated for two entire months, things were still the same. That only told me that we’d be able stand as a united team against whatever life threw at us.

Jesse walked me to my car, his fingers still linked through mine. I wanted his mouth on me. I wanted his hands all over my body. I had missed his touch, the way he held me, the way he soothed and kissed and whispered.

“I want to kiss you so fucking bad, but not here. Not after all that’s happened. Come home with me.” His voice was a soft command, and I knew I’d do whatever he told me to do. He didn’t even have to ask.

I followed him home.

Home.

It wasn’t just his house anymore. I felt like it was my home, now, too, and I had missed the hell out of it.

I missed that kitchen. I missed his workbench. I missed our bed.

And most of all, I had missed everything about Jesse.

Jesse pulled into the garage and I pulled in beside him, to the space he had cleared for my car. I cut my engine and then I heard the garage door closing behind me. He jumped out of his truck and strode across the garage to my driver’s side door. I was still gathering my purse, and I didn’t see him appear beside me, but suddenly he opened my car door and was hauling me out of my car and into his waiting arms.

It was like he was an animal who had just been released from his cage. He couldn’t even wait to get me into the house before his lips crashed to mine, one hand holding me around my waist and the other thrust into my hair. His tongue aggressively met mine as I wrapped my arms around him, hugging him tightly to me as my fingers dove into his hair.

He kicked my door shut. I moaned into him and he shifted us so I was pressed between him and my car door as he groaned back into me. The throaty rasp of his groan mixed with his hard body pinning me to my car soaked my panties and sent my desire into overdrive.

His hands slowly outlined the length of my torso and my hips and then moved down to my ass, a slow contrast to his fevered tongue battering violently against mine. He grabbed a handful of my ass and then moved his hands further down to my thighs. He pulled one of my thighs up and I wrapped it around his waist. He used the car to prop me up, and I brought up my other leg to wrap around him, locking my feet behind his back. He rammed his hips up hard into me, bucking against me wildly as I willingly took whatever he would give me.

His lips moved down to my neck. He nipped my soft flesh and sent shivers through my whole body, causing me to convulse up into him. He pushed back into me, and it was like he was fucking me with clothes on.

“Sweet fuck, I missed you,” he murmured against my skin.

“I missed you, too,” I gasped through the pleasure he was driving into me.

“How long until your divorce is finalized?” he asked between open mouthed kisses across my chest.

“Three weeks,” I moaned, leaning my head back against the top of my car, giving him better access to my cleavage. He buried his face in it and breathed in deeply, and then set me down on my feet again, still holding me in his arms.

“Jesus,” he said, his voice a throaty rasp. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” I panted.

“I want you, V,” he said, leaning his forehead against mine and closing his eyes. His voice was low and raspy and set my blood on fire. “I need you. I need to be inside of your perfect body. I need to fuck you fast and hard and then take you slowly. I need to taste every part of you. I need to bury my hard cock in you. It’s all I’ve thought about for two months. Fuck, it’s all I’ve thought about for five goddamn years.”