Page 143 of Jesse's Girl

“Please.” I step into her, pressing my body against hers, and her hands slide up my chest. “Because I can’t stop thinking about you. And I can’t keep my eyes off you. I’ve barely slept all week.” My voice wavers. I palm her hip, the heat of her skin warming my fingers through the silky fabric of her dress. “I need you.”

Fuck, I’ve missed her.

“You’re fucking leaving.” She fists my shirt, but the bite in her words is dulled when she doesn’t push me away. Try as she might to deny it, the flush of her cheeks tells me she wants this too.

“Not yet. Not tonight.” I lean in close, my lips grazing her cheek, and she sucks in air as her back arches. “Tonight, I’m right here.” A wave of need swells inside me, my cock already pushing against her stomach. “Tonight, we can be everything.”

Her shoulders sag slightly as a crack forms in the wall she’s desperately trying to throw between us. I can tell she’s doing everything in her power not to feel this.

“God, Ada.” I drop to her neck and brush my nose against her thrumming pulse, then slip my hands around to grip her ass, loving the way my fingers sink in. I let out a low groan against her skin, lifting my head and pressing my forehead to hers. “Please. I need you.”

This can’t be it. This can’t be the last time I’ll have my hands on her.

I try to push the thought out of my mind, but it’s followed by one that makes me feel even more hollow. “If we’d known our last time together was going to be the last time…”

She freezes as it hits her, too, her hands still clinging to my shirt like a lifeline. Her fiery eyes drop to my mouth. “Jesse, we shouldn’t,” she whispers, almost panting.

“I know you’ve missed me too.” I smile softly, tracing her collarbone with a finger. “I see how you react when I get close like this… How your skin flushes and your breathing speeds up.”

“That doesn’t mean?—”

“And I see…” I lower my hand to her thigh and trace my fingers upward, lifting the hem of her short dress, “how desperate you are to pretend it’s fine that I haven’t been inside you in a week.”

She scoffs, but her voice is unsteady. “Cocky prick.”

I ignore the barb and lean in close, my lips feathering her cheek. “But it’s not fine, is it?”

Ada lets out a jagged breath.

My fingers travel higher, drifting up to trace the edge of her panties. I go slow, giving her time and space to stop me. When she arches into me instead, I quickly slip them behind the lace and grip the fabric, tugging it up tight against her clit.

She gasps, her pupils blown wide, but there’s no question, no hesitation in her eyes.

“Because it’s not fucking fine with me, either.” My lips crash against hers and my tongue sweeps into her mouth with a ferocity even I wasn’t expecting.

And she responds. Oh, God, she responds. The feeling of her tongue swirling against mine nearly brings me to my knees.

God fucking damnit.

This mouth. I could lose myself in this mouth. The taste of her makes my bones ache.

I tug on her panties again, and she moans, rocking her hips.

She holds onto the back of my neck, tangling her fingers in my hair.

I’m lost in her—unable to pull away. I need to be closer. Need to feel her skin on mine. Need to be inside her.

She tears her lips from mine, pushing against my chest. “Jesse,” she whispers, shaking her head. “We shouldn’t.”

It takes a second for the words to register through the fog of need that’s swallowed me up. With effort, I fight against every instinct I have and pull back. “What?”

Her brows draw together; she’s clearly fighting her own internal battle. “I want to… Fuck, I want to…” Her voice cracks as she says the words. “But, like I told you before, it’s only gonna make tomorrow harder.”

I groan at the reminder, falling forward again. She presses her face to mine, and we breathe together for a moment.

“Fuck that,” I rumble against her cheek. “What would be harder is knowing we wasted our last night together. Wasted our one last chance to have what we both want.”

“What I want,” she says, the edge creeping back into her voice, “doesn’t fucking matter. You’re leaving.”

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