Page 53 of Corrupt Obsession

“I know.”

He covered her mouth with his and felt her jolt, but she didn’t try to break away. Encouraged, he tilted his head to deepen the kiss. When her mouth tentatively parted, he immediately accepted the invitation. She tasted of bubble gum and iced tea. She was more addicting than German chocolate cake.

He backed her against the wall, hands sliding from her face into her hair. He angled her head the way he wanted and claimed her mouth.

“Kiss me back,” he breathed.

She was passively allowing him to do what he wanted, but he wanted her active participation. Demanded it, in fact. Violet had matured from the impulsive wild child he met at fourteen, but her true nature still lurked beneath the surface. He didn’t want just the sweet parts of her. He wanted the competitive savage who would do anything to win and the warrior whomarked up his back. He wanted the vulnerable, lonely girl who had unabashedly claimed him as her friend the moment they met. And he wanted the dirty girl who had touched herself and masturbated right along with him. She was holding back, and he wasn’t going to allow it.

He brushed kisses along her jaw. “How does this feel?”

She swayed as he sucked on her earlobe.

“Tell me,” he growled and squeezed her hip to beckon her out of her head.

“It feels good,” she said so quietly, he wouldn’t have been able to hear her if he wasn’t pressed against her.

“And this?”

When he put his hand on her breast, she went very still.

“How does this feel?” he pushed.

“Um…”

When his thumb brushed over her nipple, her stifled gasp was music to his ears.

“How does this make you feel, Vi?”

“Hot,” she said in a strangled tone.

“And this?”

He placed a wet kiss on her neck and felt her body vibrating under his hands.

“Makes me weak,” she whispered.

That’s all he needed to know. He stepped back. Immediately, her nerves came back, but he didn’t give her time to get her defenses in place. He crouched and hoisted her over his shoulder.

“Jesse?”

He didn’t answer her because it was taking all his discipline not to toss her on the floor and sink himself inside her.

He closed her door to the bathroom. If their parents came home and saw his bedroom door closed, they wouldn’t think anything of it. If they went to Violet’s room and saw thebathroom door closed, they would assume she was in there. It would buy them a few minutes to get themselves situated if they needed it. Also, he wanted her in his bed. Tonight, he would go to sleep not just with the memories of what they were about to do, but the physical proof soaked in his sheets. He couldn’t wait.

He set her on the edge of his bed. She looked up at him, clearly unsure, but battling it back for him. Humbled, he leaned down and kissed her forehead. When she closed her eyes and kept her face turned up to him like a flower seeking the sun, his heart melted. He ignored the demands of his body as he stroked her rigid back and kissed every inch of her face until she was completely relaxed.

“Arms up,” he said quietly.

Her eyelids lifted. Green eyes surveyed him for a moment before she obeyed. The blast of triumph that ripped through him caused his hands to shake. He grasped the bottom of her shirt and lifted it, uncovering every exquisite inch of her. She held his gaze for a moment before she blushed and raised her hands to cover her breasts, encased in baby blue satin.

“No, don’t do that,” he admonished, twining their fingers together and holding her arms wide so he could take her in.

“Jesse!” she protested, twisting and hunching in an attempt to hide her bare upper half.

He couldn’t believe she was self-conscious about her body. She was gorgeous.

“I don’t think,” she began.

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