Page 107 of Jesse's Girl

“Jesse, what the fuck!” I shout, pushing against him. “I can walk.”

His grip tightens on my legs and he slaps my bare ass cheek, a low grunt escaping his throat. “Can you? Still? Well, then, I haven’t done my job properly at all.” He walks us into the bathroom and sets me down beside the shower. “Let’s see if we can rectify that,” he adds with a half smile, then reaches in to turn on the water.

“I still haven’t ruled it out, you know,” I say dryly, trying to fight the arousal already building inside me at the promise of another mind-blowing orgasm.

“Ruled what out?” He tilts his head in confusion before stepping out of his shorts.

I can’t help but rake my gaze down his naked body. With effort, I lift my eyes again, staring him down as I step into the shower. “Decking you.”

With wet hair and warm, flushed skin, I step out of my room in a clean T-shirt and shorts.

Jesse’s in the kitchen, his hair still damp from our shower, looking vaguely distracted with his phone in one hand and a carrot in the other. When he sees me, he taps a couple times on the screen and drops his phone onto the counter beside him, then returns to preparing dinner.

“I just texted you a thing,” he says, sliding the blade of the knife under the chopped vegetables on the cutting board and tipping them into a nearby bowl.

Barefoot, I pad over behind him and slide my arms around his waist. “Yeah?” I murmur into his back. “My phone’s in my room. Should I go?—”

“Nah, just look at it whenever.” He sets the knife down and wipes his hands on a tea towel before turning around to face me.

“Okay.” I rise on tiptoe to kiss him. When I pull back, my eyes fall to his neck and a memory swims back to me. “You know that day I cut your hair?”

The corner of his mouth lifts in a lopsided grin as he rubs soft strokes up and down my arms. “Hard to forget.”

“Well… I had this thought about biting you right here.” I lift up again and kiss the spot in question.

Jesse makes an intrigued sound. “Little vampire fantasy?”

“Mmhmm.” I nip gently at his neck.

“You’d make a cute vampire.” He slips his hands over my ass and lifts me up, wrapping my legs around his waist.

I scoff as he carries me into the living room. “If by cute you mean terrifying!”

“Sure. Terrifying.” He pauses. “Terrifyingly adorable!” He throws me over the back of the couch and onto the cushions, scrambling after me.

I shriek with laughter, kicking my legs. “Take it back, you dick!”

He wrestles his way over me on his knees, snagging my flailing hands and pinning them above my head.

“I’m horrifying! A monster! Pure evil!” I cackle, wiggling to get free. “Admit it!” I jut out my chin in defiance.

“Never,” he says, his voice calm enough to get my attention.

I go still, holding his gaze.

His smile slowly fades, and the way he’s looking at me has anticipation thrumming through my body.

There’s a loud knock on our front door, and we both turn toward the entranceway, then back to each other. My brow knits together.

Who the fuck is that?

A mixture of confusion and concern on Jesse’s face replaces the heat from moments before, and he releases my hands, pushing to stand. He straightens his T-shirt and runs a hand through his hair a few times, making an effort to tidy it before heading to the door.

I sit up, tugging my T-shirt down where it’s ridden up. I run my fingers through my own damp hair, smoothing it down.

Dread pulls heavy in my stomach when Marcus’ voice drifts in from around the corner.

What is he doing here? Why didn’t he text?

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