Dammit, I’m my own enabler.
“Get over here and undress me,” I order, pushing myself to my feet.
He saunters closer. When he’s within range, my heart beat kicks up a few notches until it’s slamming against my ribcage. He smells good. Have I mentioned that before? Good god. If I close my eyes, I can almost believe I’m surrounded by a hundred naked male models—hot ones. You know, the ones you see on the cover of GQ and random fitness magazines.
“Why are your eyes closed?” he asks, as I feel his fingers curl around the base of my shirt.
I look at him. If only he knew. “No reason at all.”
I lift my arms and he tugs my shirt off over my head before tossing it to the side. I stand still for a moment as his gaze falls to my breasts. I don’t think I’ve ever been happier wearing a beautiful (and extremely overpriced) bra. His brown irises glisten as he takes it all in before he reaches around me. I cringe as his long fingers grip the straps that connect in the middle of my back. I really, really hope he doesn’t break it. Does he know how expensive it is to get a well fitting bra for someone with relatively large breasts? It’s the reason I spend my days off braless, or in a bikini. I inhale his scent as my nose rubs against the fabric of his shirt. Then, I hear two distinct bra clips, as they’re appropriately unhooked. I swallow my disappointment. As much as I didn’t want him to destroy my bra, I kind of did. How hot would that have been? Then again, underwear tearing only happens in novels, doesn’t it? Thanks a lot, Bennett, you Beautiful Bastard. I slip my arms from my bra and Jesse drops it onto the growing pile at our feet.
“Your breasts are...” I shiver as he runs the very tips of his fingers up the sides, heating my flesh. Here we go. “Extremely enticing.”
Or not. I quirk my brow and peer up at him. “Extremely enticing? Jesus, Jesse. Surely you can do better than that.”
“What do you want me to say? I’m being polite.”
“We’re about to fuck. The time for being polite is over. Loosen your tongue up a bit.”
He crushes his mouth to mine, and I part my lips as his tongue brushes against them. His taste floods me—wine mixed with the subtlest hint of mint—and my head spins. Clockwise at first, then anti-clockwise. To regain my equilibrium, I pull back.
“That’s not what I meant.” I tell him, breathlessly. “But I’ll take it.”
I press my lips to his once again, this time letting my hands slide against his stomach and around his slim hips. As I curl my fingers underneath his belt, his breath hitches and it sends a jolt of electricity through my body. Without breaking the kiss, he shrugs out of his jacket and tosses it to the floor. I pull my hands from his belt and snake them back around his body. His muscles tremble as I move, and I love it. I love the way his body reacts to my touch.
I move south in direction of his belt again and my whole body is coiled in anticipation for what he’s hiding underneath such a sophisticated piece of fabric. As my fingers fumble with the belt buckle, he snatches my wrist and pulls away.
“Wait.”
I clench my jaw. “What?”
Panting, Jesse runs his thumb over my bottom lip. “Let me turn the lights off.”
Well, that’s never a good sign. I frown. “Gee, I’m not sure if I’m supposed to find that offensive or not.”
Shock registers on his handsome face and he flashes his large palms, you know, like a zoo keeper does to calm an animal. “No, no I don’t mean it like that. It would just be more comfortable for me if it wasn’t so bright in here.”
He has body issues? What is he, a teenage girl? I’m sure I’m the only one in this room with dimples on my ass. I fight the urge to face palm. Boy, I sure know how to pick ‘em.
“Fine, shut the lights off it makes you feel better.”
As he hustles over to the light switch, I make quick work of my skirt, thigh highs, and panties. There’s no point waiting for him to do it. It’s not as if he can see it anyway and he probably doesn’t want to catch ‘girl germs’ from my underwear.
When he makes his way over to me, his shirt and tie are gone, leaving a very exposed and very nicely carved torso. It’s a real shame I missed its unveiling.
I’m fully naked now and ignoring the way the cool air clings to my bare skin. Jesse’s hands find my hips and he glides them smoothly down the small of my back and over the curve of my ass. Goosebumps pop up in their wake as excitement begins to bubble inside my chest. His mouth finds my jaw line first, and he trails gentle kisses along it. I let my head fall back, giving him access to more flesh. His lips are warm and inviting enough not to write this whole night off as a fail. He inches me back bit by bit, until I feel the mattress behind my knees. With a gentle shove, I fall back on my elbows and bounce on the soft bed. My heart hammers painfully into my ribs and my blood turns to fire as he stares down at me. I can’t see it, but I can feel it—his brown irises warming my skin. I can barely make out his silhouette, and I watch intently as his long fingers undo his belt. Then, they curl around the leather and tighten before he tugs on it, and frees it from its loops. I survey the belt he holds tightly in his hands and I’m unable to keep from grinning.