“No.” He paused, then decided to be honest. “I dated a massage therapist in Flagstaff for a little bit.” Another pause. “Actually, I think there was one in Albuquerque, too.”
Jessie didn’t answer. But was he supposed to lie? Act like he’d fallen from the sky and straight into her arms?
Anyway, they weren’t dating. They weren’t anything. Still, it made his stomach strain when she didn’t answer.
Finally, he felt her inhale. “I see you’ve made the massage therapist circuit of the southwest.”
His fingers jammed harder than he’d meant to, and she jumped. “Sorry,” he said, rubbing softer. “There weren’t really that many,” he tried. “It just sounds bad when I say it like that.”
“That’s not what Talia says.”
“Ouch,” he said.
“I don’t care about it.”
“Yes, you do.”
He was surprised when he said it. She must have been, too. Abruptly she turned out of his arms and looked up at him. “I don’t,” she said emphatically.
“Not even a little?” he asked.
“This isn’t high school anymore. And we’re not—”
“Doing anything. Yeah, I know.” She didn’t need to remind him.
“So—that’s why I don’t care,” she said with a shrug that he could have sworn was entirely forced.
Or maybe he only hoped that it was forced.
“I care,” he said, quieter than he’d expected.
“Wait—what?” She pushed back the chair and stood so she was facing him. Looking up at him, since he towered over her, but facing him. He was no longer touching her, and he missed it—her warmth, and the way her firmness turned into something soft and yielding in his hands.
He shrugged, uncomfortable with the sudden intensity of her gaze, the way it always felt when her eyes were on him. And because he hadn’t really expected to admit that. He’d barely admitted it even to himself.
He hung his head, rubbing the back of his own neck as he thought about what to say. “I mean, I care that I hurt you guys in high school—not just those friends of yours, which was shitty enough. But you and Talia, too. And I care that I’ve been with, okay, maybe a few people. Maybe more like a lot. But none of them have stuck. I’m the temporary guy. For a good time, call.”
He swallowed, looking away. He couldn’t meet her eyes right now, couldn’t stand the thought that she could see right through him.
She took a step closer. Another inch and her breasts would be grazing his torso. The thought of her nipples hot and hard against his skin made the hairs on the back of his arms stand on end.
“I didn’t know you felt that way,” she said. “I don’t think Talia does, either.”
“She thinks I’m an asshole. I know she doesn’t really,” he said before Jessie could protest. “She’s forgiven me. But she still kind of does.” He paused. “My parents do, anyway.” Another pause. “I guess I sometimes do, too.”
Shit, when had this turned so serious?
He risked a glance at her. She was biting her lip. That plump, pink lower lip that he’d sucked on, kissed, felt his thumb and his tongue and his hard cock sliding against. He couldn’t stop staring.
“I don’t think you’re an asshole,” she said. “I did back then. But I don’t know, Shawn. A lot of things are different now.”
He wasn’t sure which of them went for the kiss first, only that one second, they were standing so close together, and the next, there was no distance between them. Her lips were on his, parting, her tongue warm and soft and darting against his.
He felt her sigh into his mouth, her body relaxing into his as he put his arms around her. He cupped her ass the way he’d done last night, so perfect and round that just touching it made his cock spring up painfully hard against her. But this time, he got both hands solidly underneath her and lifted her up and onto the edge of the table.
She spread her legs around his waist and pulled him into her, the table bracing them so he could press his cock against her and let her feel what he wanted, what he needed, what he was desperate to have.
Gone was the headache, the exhaustion, the guilt and awkwardness about the day. She was clawing at him, running her hands through his hair, around his neck, holding his face as she kissed him with the same insatiable hunger he felt.
“We said we weren’t doing this again,” she gasped as he slid his hand down the gap in the back of her shorts and felt the softness of her skin and the sweet, dark secret of the cleft in her ass. “We live together. It’s going to get seriously awkward.”
“Do you want to stop?” he asked, with a hard thrust of his fly against where he could guess the seam of her shorts was pressing into her clit.
“Don’t you dare,” she whimpered, grabbing him to bring him closer.
He cupped his hands under her ass again and lifted her off the table. Her arms went around his neck, her legs wrapped tight around his waist. She was still kissing him as he carried her to the bedroom. They could do it on the table, sure. They could christen every part of the living room, fucking against the kitchen counter next.
But he wanted her in bed, lying back against the pillows, her legs spread and her fingers buried in his hair as he kissed his way over her body and went down on her. He wanted her comfortable as he adored every inch of her skin. The only question was which bed to choose. Hers, or his?
But it wasn’t really his bed, it was Talia’s. With reminders of Talia all over the room. He pressed Jessie up against the hallway, driving her back against the wall, grinding into her as she reached around and fumbled with the doorknob. Her room, definitely. She didn’t protest when he carried her through the door.
He dropped her on the bed, his body on top of hers. It was the way he’d fallen onto her when he’d first come into her bedroom that night. Only this time, he wasn’t leaving. And he wasn’t going to stop when he was in his boxers. They tore each other’s clothes off until they were naked and rolling around together, first his body covering her as he smothered her with kisses, then her on top as he sucked her nipples.
She moaned, panting, getting hotter and hotter the more he kissed and fondled her breasts. Her hair was wild now, all messed up from how carefully she’d tamed it for brunch. Her cheeks were flushed, and he wished that other people could see her like this, loose and letting everything go.
Although he was glad that no one else knew this part of her—that it was their secret, both what they were doing and the way they were with each other. Not different from who they really were—not entirely. But another side that few people saw.
Jessie began kissing her way down his body, letting her breasts trail over his skin. He slid down along with her, so he wasn’t so close to the headboard, and motioned for her to spin around. She had a confused look for a second, like he was saying that he didn’t want her to blow him. Which, hell no, that was all he wanted in the world—at least until he was buried inside her. But he winked, and she flushed with a wicked grin when she realized what he was asking for.
She turned so they were both on their sides. She brought his cock into her warm, soft mouth, taking him all the way in, as he spread her legs and buried his face between her thighs.
She swung one leg over his face and ground her hips against him, letting out little whimpers that made her hum every time the head of his cock hit the back of her throat. He grabbed her ass and pulled her closer to his face, burying his tongue inside her, then rolling it over her clit, licking and sucking at her swollen desire.
It made him so fucking hard to taste her, and when she pulled his dick out of her mouth and began licking his balls, he could only devour her that much more furiously, circling her clit with his tongue. He needed to be inside her. He pulled away, albeit reluctantly, from his place between her thighs.
“Condoms?” he gasped.
“In the nightstand.” She kept her mouth on him as he reached around to open the drawer. Not sucking, just flicking the tip with her
tongue. God, she was such a tease.
He reached around for the familiar feel of packaging, but he also found something else.
“What have we here?” he asked, pulling out a smooth silicone vibrator with a thick, rounded tip. “How very naughty, Ms. Santana,” he said with a grin.
His dick popped out of her mouth and she lunged up, swiping for the vibrator. “That’s private,” she cried, blushing furiously on top of the flush from her arousal.
“You forget that I know all about it. And red—an excellent choice. I really am very impressed.”
“I’m glad you think I’m some kind of sex kitten,” she snorted sarcastically. “But seriously, put it away.”
“Why?”
He was grinning, loving watching her squirm, the battle between her put-together facade and her inner desires playing out before his eyes.
“Because. We don’t need it.”
“It’s not about need, beautiful. It’s about what turns you on. And I’m dying to find out how wet this makes you.”
“You make me wet,” she murmured over his dick, sliding it back into her mouth as her eyes dropped delicately down. Fuck, that dirty talk out of her pretty mouth was more than he could handle.
“Then just think of what the combination is going to do to you.”
He couldn’t believe he was willingly taking his cock out of her mouth, but he had other things on his mind. Things that weren’t just about getting himself off but about making this beautiful woman’s toes curl and her chest pant as she fell apart for him. He wanted her to come before he fucked her. He wanted her to come hard, and be that much wetter, hotter, more relaxed, and out of her mind by the time he entered her and felt her give her body to him.
He motioned for her to flip around so she was lying on her back on the pillows. He extended one arm for her to curl up next to him. She pressed close to him, and he held her tightly.
“What are you doing to me?” she whispered.
“Close your eyes.”
“Why?”
“You can’t plan everything, Jessie. Close your eyes and just accept that you don’t know what’s going to happen.”
“But—”
“Are you worried I might hurt you?” he asked.
“No.” She didn’t even pause before answering.
He leaned close to her ear, kissed it, and whispered, “Then close your eyes and let me make you feel good.”
She did it, settling back against him. He picked up the vibrator and slowly, feather light, traced it down her body, between her breasts. He licked the head, then brought it over her nipples, watching each one peak even harder. She moaned softly.
“Good girl,” he whispered in her ear.
He brought the vibrator between her legs, teasing it over her skin. He turned on what looked like the lowest setting. He felt her flinch a little against him, and he was afraid he’d done it wrong, but when he felt her relax again, he was pretty sure it was more her own resistance to the idea than the fact that it didn’t feel good. Why couldn’t she let herself let go and enjoy it?
“Show me how you want it,” he said softly.
“I can’t,” she demurred, squirming against him.
He bit her earlobe. “I’ve made you scream my name as you’re coming. I know you’re not shy.”
He put her hand on his, so they were both holding the vibrator. Her eyes flew open.
“Not yet. Close your eyes and relax.”
She let her eyes flutter shut again.
“Put it where you want it,” he whispered.
She brought it to her clit. He held it there, but so softly it almost wasn’t touching—just enough to make her hips jerk up to try to reach it. “That’s it,” he murmured in her ear. “Let yourself feel how good it is.”
She moved the toy closer to her clit, touching it firmer. Her hips started to move. It was the most fucking erotic thing he’d ever seen, this beautiful woman naked in his arms, pleasuring herself exactly the way she liked it, opening herself to show him every last dirty thing she did when she was alone—how she spread her legs, how she rocked her body, how she started slow and then amped up the vibration until he could see the way it consumed her.
Guys always thought about how good it felt to get their dicks wet. But he was pretty sure he had nothing on this, the way her eyes pinched shut now of their own accord and her hips rocked up and down against the mattress.
“More,” she panted. He turned up the vibrations. Her hips moved harder. Her hand went down and began stroking his dick. Oh, fuck. He was rock hard, and when she gripped him tight around the base of his shaft, he groaned in her ear.
“You like this?” she asked.
As if it were even a question.
“You’re so fucking sexy.” He kissed the side of her neck, bucking his hips next to hers, thrusting up into her hand as she stroked him.
She whimpered, her breath coming faster. He began massaging her breast with the hand that was around her, tweaking her nipple.
“Harder,” she panted. The most glorious word he knew. He pulled on her nipple, rolling it between his fingers, and turned up the vibration.
Her hips moved faster. So did her hand stroking him. It was getting hard to breathe, hard to hold on, but he wasn’t going to come before she did.
“You’re getting me so close,” he groaned.
“Inside me,” she said, and pushed the vibrator back. God, was there anything hotter than when a woman begged for more? She threw one leg over his, spreading her legs wider, and guided his hand to plunge the vibrator inside. He could feel how slick she was as the toy slid in, her wetness dripping down the vibrator and onto his fingers. As she jerked him off, his cock hit her thigh, rubbing against her impossibly soft skin. He wasn’t even inside her and it was the hottest thing he’d ever experienced, being able to look at her—really look at her, all of her, her body and her curves and the flush of her cheek—as she cried his name and panted that she was going to come.
“That’s it, beautiful, stroke me harder,” he begged her as he angled the handle downward so the top of it was hopefully hitting firm on her G-spot. It must have been just right, because her legs started trembling against him, her whole body beginning to spasm as she kept jerking him off.
She let go of the hand that had been on the vibrator, giving him complete control. He kept it right where she wanted, nice and deep. She clutched his arm that was around her, holding it tight as though it was the only thing keeping her from screaming.
“Let go,” he urged her. “Just fucking let go and come.”
“I want you to.”
“I will, baby. As soon as you do it, I’m going to come all over you.”
Just saying it made it even more impossible to hold back. She let go of his arm, freeing her hand to rub her clit as he was pushing the vibrator inside her, and that was it. She gave herself over to the moment, and he gave in to the need building inside him.
She came with a cry, her head pressing back against his shoulder, her leg shaking over him. As soon as she began shuddering, he came all over her hand, her thigh, the side of her stomach, gasping at how good it felt to feel her body and her wetness and hear every aching, little moan from her lips.
Her breath was still heaving as he took the vibrator from her and put it on her nightstand. When he turned back, she curled her body into his. It was the middle of the afternoon and light was streaming through the window. She’d said she had a ton of work to do, and he wasn’t exactly basking in free time himself.
But none of that mattered. He put his arm around her and drew her toward him, wanting nothing more than to feel her body in his arms.
Chapter Fourteen
Jessie woke up as the day was beginning to ebb into twilight. She sat up, stiff and disoriented. Her body ached. Her insides felt sore. Pleasantly sore, like something good had happened.
Something really, really good.
But her thighs were sticky. Literally. And her leg, her stomach, her
hand. Jesus. She looked down at Shawn, still sleeping. He looked so calm, nothing disturbing his features. Of course he could—this was all just fun to him. But what was she doing?
That wasn’t supposed to happen again. Or the first time, obviously, but she’d been able to make excuses for that. It had been late, she’d had too much to drink, and there was something about Shawn that was so damn persuasive, even if she was supposed to be immune to his charms.
But he wasn’t supposed to be using his charms on her in the first place. Hadn’t that always been their arrangement? She’d hang around the Lassiter house, and he’d ignore her in favor of other girls while she kept her head down and worked.
There was no reason this should be any different. She’d already put off Augusta’s manuscript for almost the whole weekend. If she showed up for her Monday check-in with Marlene with nothing to say about her progress, she could forget about getting more interesting projects at work. Let alone a promotion, her own client list, or enough of an income to pay off her loans and make graduate school worthwhile. She’d go home a failure, having let none other than her best friend’s brother jeopardize her dreams.
Great. Now she was naked, sore, and totally stressed.
She slid out from under Shawn’s arm. When she picked up her phone from her nightstand, she saw she’d missed two calls from home, plus a string of text messages from her mom. Just checking in, seeing how your weekend was. Hope you’re having fun! Tell us all about what you’re doing for your boss.
That was enough to make her stomach flop over all the work she hadn’t done. But then there were the missed texts from Talia.
Loved Skyping with all of you today!
I’m so glad things are working out with you and Shawn as roomies. And none of that high school BS we had to deal with. What a relief!
You aren’t answering your texts much these days—I guess you’re super busy editing like a beast. Don’t forget to have fun sometimes!! xoxoxo
She pinched her eyes shut. When she opened them, she looked at the naked boy sleeping on her bed, one arm tossed to the side where her body had been. Nope, he wasn’t a dream.
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