Page 115 of California Wild

His mouth traced the edge of her tank top, dragging lower, lower, his tongue flicking over the soft swell of her breast. Hayley gasped, her body arching up into him, fingers threading through his damp curls, tugging.

His hands smoothed down her sides, thumbs brushing the sensitive skin just below her ribs. His mouth followed, kissing, teasing, his stubble scraping her in the best way. He slid beneath the hem of her tank, tugging it up and over her head, exposing her completely.

Fuck.

Jesse sat back on his heels for a second, taking her in—flushed cheeks, lips parted, bare skin glowing in the afternoon light. She was so damn beautiful it made his chest ache.

And then there was her stomach. The barely-there swell. His baby.

His hands skimmed over it, reverent, possessive, tracing soft circles over her skin.

“You have no idea how fucking hot this is,” he said, his voice rough with need.

Hayley let out a shaky breath, her fingers digging into his arms.

“Jesse…”

He grinned against her stomach, kissing the curve of it, his stubble scraping just enough to make her shiver.

“My baby,” he said, dragging his tongue lower. “My girl. Carrying my kid.”

She let out a soft whimper, her body tensing beneath him.

“Fuck,” Jesse rasped, kissing his way down, fingers hooking in the waistband of her shorts. “You’re so perfect like this. Do you know how many times I thought about this while I was gone?”

Hayley swallowed hard, her hands tightening in the sheets. “Tell me.”

Jesse smirked, tugging her shorts down, his fingers skimming over the tops of her thighs, teasing.

“I swear to God… I actually thought about how fucking good you’d look pregnant.” He kissed the inside of her thigh, slow, deliberate. “How sexy you’d be, all soft and swollen with my baby.” Another kiss. Higher. “How I’d keep you in my bed, keep you feeling good every second of the day.”

Hayley gasped as his mouth got closer to her clit, his breath hot against her skin.

Jesse’s hands gripped her thighs, spreading them just enough to let him settle between.

“Jesse, you always go down on me when you’re trying to make me forget,” she said, tangling her hands in his hair.

“Not my fault I’m addicted to the way your pussy tastes,” he said, his lips ghosting over where she was already aching for him. “Babe, this is your life now. Every damn day. My tongue on your clit.”

Then, without another word, he lowered his head and made good on his promise.

Jesse was relentless. He held her down with his hands on her hips, his grip firm but reverent, his mouth moving with purpose. His tongue flicked, teased, circled her clit, dragging her higher and higher with every slow, torturous stroke of her pussy.

Hayley’s back arched, her fingers tangling in his damp curls, pulling him closer. “Jesse—”

But he wasn’t having it. He lifted his head just enough, lips glistening, eyes dark and hooded with heat.

“I want to hear you, baby.” His voice was a rasp, a command wrapped in silk. “Sing for me.”

Her breath hitched, her pulse racing.

“Jesse, I—”

“Use that voice,” he said, pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the inside of her thigh, nipping just enough to make her gasp. “Let me hear you.”

Then he went back in, tongue pressing on her clit, working her with the same precision he put into everything. Slow, then fast. Gentle, then punishing. Teasing, then taking. He pumped two fingers into her, curling and finding that spot that drove her insane.

Hayley’s moans broke free, her body trembling beneath his mouth.

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