Page 144 of Jesse's Girl

“I know.” I start unbuttoning my shirt, something primal inside me taking over. “So make sure I remember. I wanna spend that entire flight still able to feel you.” I yank my shirt open, then reach for her hands, lifting them to rest against my heaving chest. My heart races under her palms as I wait. “I want you to mark my fucking skin, Ada.”

Her fingers clench—and that’s when she snaps.

“Oh God. Fuck it.”

With clumsy, desperate grasps, she rips my belt away and frees me from my pants. She lets out a beautiful, soft whimper when she finally fists my cock in one hand, the other sliding up over my bare chest as her mouth crashes into mine.

“Fuuuuuck,” I grind out. I swear, I’ve never been this hard before—never been this hungry, this carnal in my need for her. “I need to hear you say it, Ada. That you want this too.”

“Yes, okay? Yes.” She presses her lips to mine again.

Relief floods me. Wrenching her drenched g-string to one side, I draw a finger through her entrance and my knees bend.

So wet. So ready for me.

“C’mere,” I say, my voice almost a growl, and lift her by the thighs so her legs wrap around my waist. “If I don’t fuck you right now, I’m gonna lose my damn mind.”

“Here? We could get caught,” she says, even as she claws at my shoulders, her fingers sinking under the collar of my shirt.

“Don’t care.” I back her against the nearest wall. Between torturous kisses, I manage to mumble out, “God, baby, I’ve missed you so much.”

Her smirk is so familiar it hurts. “Did you just call me baby?”

I match her smile. “It just slipped out. Shut up.” Bracing her against the wall, I line myself up with her slick opening, the needy way she rocks her hips nearly obliterating my control. It takes everything I’ve got to wait. The desperation to push inside her makes me feel like a clumsy virgin about to blow my load. But I need to do this right. Need to know she’s sure. “Ada. Eyes on me.”

Her heavy-lidded gaze drags up to my face.

“Tell me to fuck you.” I’m shaking. “Tell me. Please.”

“One last time?” Her arms tighten around the back of my neck and I never want her to let go.

I nod, forcing the words from my chest. “One last time.”

“Jesse,” she finally says, her voice catching with emotion, “please… fuck me.”

I plunge inside, desperate and aching and deep—so deep. I cover her cry with my mouth, the kiss claiming and raw, though it only leaves me needing more of her.

“Harder,” she says, the word muffled by the crush of my lips. “So I never forget.”

Oh, fuck. Don’t have to ask me twice.

I oblige, pressing her into the wall as I slam into her. The way she cries out and digs her fingernails into my shoulders pulls a feral smile from me. I stay buried there, grinding against her inner walls like I can leave my mark inside her—someplace hidden that only the two of us know about.

As my hips buck forward again, her glazed eyes wrench up to mine, then loll back in her head as she makes another soft mewling sound.

Slam.

She cries out again.

I run my thumb over her bottom lip, tugging her jaw down. “Let it out. I want every fucking moan, every gasp, every whimper… Never wanna forget how you sound with my cock buried inside you.” I thrust in again. “Exactly”—and again—“where it fucking belongs.”

Her cries of pleasure are like a drug, and I immediately need more. I want her loud—unrestrained. I pump inside her again and she cries out softly.

“Oh, you can do better than that,” I say as I slip my hand to her throat and squeeze softly.

Slam.

She sucks in a breath, her expression flaring with unmistakable need.

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