When he was behind the wheel he didn’t, hesitate to pull out into traffic and head for Beverly Hills instead of Malibu. I didn’t question where we were going. Neither of us spoke as he reached for my hand and entwined our fingers while he drove through the darkened streets of LA. That contact alone kept me on the edge of a complete melt down. My panties were drenched. My nipple rings rubbed against the material of my bra, keeping me close to an almost panting state. If I crossed my legs just right, I would have come without his ever having to touch me.
Sometime later, he pulled up in front of a gated mansion and punched in a code that had the gates opening automatically. Moments later, he was parked in front of a house ten times bigger than the beach house. I frowned up at the monstrous sized house. “Jesse, who lives here?”
“A friend of mine. He’s out of the country right now.” He reached for me, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pulled me close. “I want to make love to you, Layla. Not in some hotel room…and not in my room at the beach house. Not this first time.” His lips grazed across mine tenderly. “Say no and I will take you home. It’s your choice…but I’m praying that you won’t say no.”
He knew what my answer was. He had known it on Tuesday when he asked me out for tonight. I wanted him too much to say no. “Your friend won’t mind us being here while he’s gone?”
“No. I’ve never done this before, but I’ve always had an open invitation. Tom is cool with it.” He pulled the keys from the ignition and lifted a key from it that had a skull on the base. “When we first got to LA more than ten years ago, we stayed with Tom for a while. He’s like the dad none of us ever had, but don’t ever tell him that. He has this thing about being called dad.”
I grinned at him. “My lips are sealed.” He dropped a quick, hard kiss on my lips and then got out. Before I could even think to follow him, he was around the hood and opening my door. Jesse pulled me out, and we practically ran up the steps to the house.
He fumbled with the lock for a minute before it unlocked. It was dark inside, but Jesse seemed to know the layout of the place well because he didn’t even bother to turn on a light as he shut the door behind us, made sure it was locked, and pulled me toward the stairs. “No one’s here,” he told me. “No even the housekeeper. When Tom’s overseas, he gives her paid vacations. She’s the happiest housekeeper in the state. Don’t tell Em I told you that.”
I laughed. “It’s alright. I’m sure that in a few minutes I’ll be the happiest housekeeper in the state.”
“Oh, fuck yeah.” He stopped halfway up the stairs and pressed me against the wall. His dick flexed against me. “I can promise you that much, baby.”
With trembling fingers I pushed him away. “We need a bed, Jesse. Right now.”
His eyes turned dark and animalistic. He growled low in his throat as he lifted me over his shoulder. I screamed, laughing as he carried me fireman style up the rest of the stairs and down a long hallway. At the end of the hall he opened a door, and moments later I was flying as he tossed me into the middle of a king sized bed. A small lamp came on beside of the bed, and I didn’t bother to look around the room as he practically tore his shirt off and crawled toward me.
In the dim lighting, he looked more animal than man, and it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. His muscles flexed with every move he made toward me, and I found myself panting with desperate need for him. “I’ve never been this turned on in my life,” I told him quietly. “And you haven’t even touched me yet.”
He stopped when he was between my spread thighs. “I’m pretty far gone, Layla. The first time might not be perfect. But I swear to God, I’ll make it up to you.”
I rolled my eyes. “Baby, you could breathe on my clit and I would come right now. Don’t worry about me.” I sat up and pulled my top over my head. He sucked in a loud breath when he saw my zebra print bra and the way my nipples pressed against it. When I reached my arms behind me to undo the clasp, he stopped me.
“Let me.” Instead of reaching for my bra, he lowered his head and kissed me. He tasted of the beer we had drank before leaving the bar, but I could still taste the powerfully addictive taste that was completely Jesse underneath. Any buzz I had had early had disappeared on the drive here, but with that innocent taste of him, I was drunk on Jesse.
I sucked his tongue into my mouth, keeping it hostage as I got my fill of him. But it was a mistake. I didn’t think I could ever get enough of this man’s taste. I barely noticed when his fingers pulled down the straps of my bra I was so lost in our kiss. Cool air caressed my already hard nipples as they were exposed, making them throb as his chest pressed into mine. I let my fingernails rake over his smooth head, loving the feel of his soft skin under my fingertips.