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But I also didn’t want to screw it up. I didn’t want to push too hard and risk losing her back behind the wall she had tried so hard to keep between us. So I pulled away, breathing hard and needing a second to think about where we were headed.

With my forehead pressed to hers and her arms wrapped around my neck, I pulled her waist again, placing her in my lap. She straddled my hips, her hair creating a veil around us, making it feel like we were once again the only two people in the world.

“You’re right,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with emotion. “You don’t need a hero, but I sure as fuck want to take care of you.”

“I need you.”

“You needthis.”

She nodded and moved her hips, just enough to make us both groan in anticipation. If she were any other woman, I’d have already pushed her against a wall and had my cock wrapped tightly inside of her body. I’d be making her scream, making her come, and making her feel so good she’d forget my fucking name.

But Jesse was special. I needed her to remember my name, my touch, and everything between us that felt so electric.

“Let’s go slow.”

“I don’t think I can,” she cried quietly.

“You can. You will. Start by taking my shirt off.” I pulled her arms from around my neck and placed her hands on the buttons of my shirt. I held them in place while she started working them open one at a time. When the last one was undone, she pushed my shirt open and ran her hands on my chest.

“Keep touching me.” I held onto her hands and moved them over my body, my eyes watching her as her gaze followed our hands. Her mouth was parted, her tongue occasionally sneaking out to lick her bottom lip,andher top lip pursing with need. “That’s it.”

Taking my finger, I ran it from her neck, down her chest, and between her breasts. Her dress dipped just low enough to exposethe curve of her body and I eagerly pulled at the fabric, wishing it would rip open.

Instead, she shrugged her shoulders, allowing the straps to fall off and I pulled again. That time, the fabric was looser and her tits popped out, making me realize she hadn’t been wearing a bra. “Fuck,” I hissed.

Her nipples were hard, and the way the dress had gathered underneath her breasts made them lift up. My mouth was salivating, my eyes were following every line and curve, and my fingers itched to hold them up to my mouth.

When I started tracing my hands up, I could hear Jesse’s breathing turn into a pant. The room was silent, making each of her sharp exhales more prominent. It was a sound I could get used to, a tune that was better than any song I had ever heard. It made me go slower, prolonging the anticipation of whatever I decided to do next.

By the time my hands cupped her breasts, I was shaking, and she placed her hands over mine to take control. Together, we squeezed her breasts together, over and over as her head fell back with the pleasure of being touched.

While she wasn’t looking, I opened my mouth, gently tugging on one of her nipples with my lips. She groaned, begging for more without having to say a single word.

For a moment, I simply played with her, moving my mouth between each of her nipples, swirling my tongue, and nipping at them with my teeth. At some point, she had begun moving her hips and I could feel how warm she was between her legs through the thickness of my jeans.

I realized I could make her come just like that, without laying a hand on her pussy and letting her pleasure herself against my body. And it was tempting. But the first time I made her come, I wanted to taste her. I wanted tofeelhow much she could coatmy tongue and what her eyes looked like when she realized I wanted to drown between her legs.

“Where are they?” I growled, making her stop moving.

“Where’s who?”

“Aisle seven, bottom shelf, the blue box.”

Her lips quirked with my description as she realized I meant the condoms she bought. “Upstairs.”

Without letting her move, I stood from the couch, making her wrap her legs around my waist and walked toward the bottom of the stairs. As I started my way up, she gently teased my neck, biting and then licking hard enough I knew she’d leave me marked.

By the time I navigated past the gate and into her bedroom, she grabbed my cheeks and held her mouth to my ear. “There’s white noise in Max’s room. He won’t hear a thing, so please, Easton, make me scream again.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

JESSE

The last timeEaston was in my room, he’d made me scream in fear and confusion. I had no idea who the stranger was standing so close to my son, and I wanted him to leave.

Now, not only did I want him to stay, I needed him to make me rejoice in the kind of pleasure I hadn’t allowed myself to feel in far too long. I wanted to scream again, in satisfaction and bliss.

I hadn’t changed my mind on letting him have my heart, but my body was undeniably all his.

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