Page 24 of Alien's Love Child

"You okay?" I turn to Jesse, scanning for injuries.

Her hands grab my face, fingers cool against my skin. She pulls me down and crashes her lips against mine. The rain soaks through my clothes, but I barely notice. Her mouth is soft, insistent. She tastes like adrenaline and possibility.

I wrap my arms around her waist, drawing her closer. The rational part of my brain screams that this is a terrible idea - I'm here for Xander, for the bounty. But with her pressed against me, those concerns feel distant, unimportant.

She breaks the kiss first, but doesn't pull away. Her breath mingles with mine in the space between us.

"I shouldn't trust you," she whispers against my lips. "But fuck it."

CHAPTER 9

JESSE

The rain's a relentless drummer, pounding out a rhythm on the grimy walls of the alley. Club music throbs through the bricks, a bassline pulsating through me. Davin's hands are in my hair, his blue skin slick with rain, silver hair plastered to his forehead.

I shouldn't be doing this. I shouldn't be kissing a man I barely know, a man who's practically a stranger. But after the day we've had, the adrenaline, the fear, the thrill—I need this. I need him.

"Jesse," he murmurs against my lips, his breath hot despite the cold rain. His hands slip down to my waist, pulling me closer. I can feel every inch of him, every hard line and muscle.

"We shouldn't," I gasp, even as my fingers trace the ridges of his shoulders, his neck, his jaw. His skin is smooth, like wet stone under my touch.

"Probably not," he agrees, his mouth moving to my neck, sending shivers down my spine. "But I can't seem to stop."

"Me neither," I admit, my heart pounding in my ears, louder than the rain, louder than the music. My hands find his chest, his heart beating as wildly as mine.

He pulls back, just enough to look at me. Raindrops cling to his lashes, his eyes reflecting the distant neon lights. "Tell me to stop," he says, his voice rough, almost pleading.

I shake my head, water dripping from my hair. "I can't."

A slow smile spreads across his face, a smile that sends heat coursing through me. "Good," he growls, his mouth crashing against mine again.

I lose myself in the sensation, in the taste of him, the feel of him. The rain pours down on us, the music thumps around us, but all I can focus on is him. Him and the fire he's igniting inside me.

Suddenly, he pulls away, his breath ragged. "Jesse," he says, his voice barely audible over the rain and the music. "We need to?—“

I cut him off, pressing my fingers to his lips. "Don't," I say. "Don't say we need to stop. Don't say we need to go. Just... don't."

He looks at me, his eyes searching mine. Then, slowly, he nods, his hands finding their way back to my waist. "Alright," he says, his voice soft. "Alright, Jesse."

And then he's kissing me again, and I'm lost, lost in the rain, lost in the music, lost in him. And right now, I wouldn't have it any other way.

Davin's hands slip under my shirt, his calloused fingers tracing the line of my bra. I gasp, the coolness of his touch a stark contrast to the heat building within me. "Is this what you want, Jesse?" he murmurs, his breath hot on my ear.

"Shut up and keep going," I manage to retort, my voice barely more than a whisper. His hands cup my breasts, thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks. A groan escapes my lips, low and needy.

He chuckles, a deep rumble in his chest. "Always so demanding."

"You have no idea," I reply, my hands fumbling with his belt. The leather is slick from the rain, but I manage to unbuckle it, my fingers trembling with anticipation.

His breath hitches as I stroke him, his length impressive even through the fabric of his pants. "Jesse," he growls, a warning and a plea all at once.

"Hush," I whisper, my fingers tracing the waistband of his briefs. I slip my hand inside, wrapping my fingers around him. He's hot and hard, silken smooth, and he groans into my ear, a sound that sends shivers down my spine.

"You're playing with fire, Jesse," he says, his voice ragged. His hands are still on my breasts, his thumbs circling, driving me crazy.

"I like the heat," I retort, my grip tightening around him. He throbs in my hand, his hips bucking slightly.

He captures my mouth in a fierce kiss, his tongue sweeping in, claiming me. I stroke him, marveling at his length, at the way he groans into my mouth. His hands leave my breasts, sliding down to grip my hips, pulling me closer.

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