Page 184 of California Wild

Her legs parted, instinctive, inviting.

He groaned. “You want it that bad, baby?”

“Yes,” she gasped, arching into him. “Need you.”

Jesse’s hand slid up under her shirt—his shirt—palming her breast, fingers teasing her nipple until her back arched. His mouth followed, dragging heat down her throat, biting the curve of her shoulder before soothing it with his tongue.

“Mine,” he growled into her skin. “All fucking mine.”

She whimpered, tugging at the waistband of his sweats, her hands slipping under them to wrap around his cock—warm, thick, hard in her palm.

He hissed, his forehead dropping to her collarbone. “Shit, baby…”

She stroked him slow, deliberate, the pad of her thumb teasing over the tip. His whole body jerked.

“I want you inside me,” she whispered, biting his earlobe. “Right now.”

His hand dove between her legs, fingers sliding beneath her panties, finding her already wet for him. One stroke. Two. Her body arched. Her breath hitched.

“Goddamn,” he groaned. “You’re so fucking ready.”

“Jesse—”

He kissed her, silencing the plea, devouring it.

Then he stripped them both bare, tossing clothes aside like they were a problem to solve later. The second he pressed into her, her body opened for him, welcomed him like it never forgot the rhythm of them.

“Fuck, Hayley…” He buried his face in her neck, thrusting slow, deep, watching the way she fell apart for him.

Her nails bit into his back. “Harder.”

“You sure?”

Her teeth scraped his jaw. “Don’t hold back. I want you. All of you.”

Jesse let go.

He drove into her with long, punishing thrusts, his hands gripping her hips, holding her steady as the heat between them exploded. Every breath, every kiss, every filthy word he rasped in her ear only pulled them closer to that edge.

“You feel that?” he gritted, hips snapping. “How fucking tight you are around me?”

“Yes,” she gasped. “God—don’t stop—”

He wouldn’t. He couldn’t.

Because this wasn’t just sex. This was everything. This was love—twisted up with hunger and history and every desperate promise they hadn’t known how to say out loud.

His lips found hers, swallowing her moans, the pleasure building, pressure mounting, his name tumbling from her lips between ragged breaths.

“Jesse…”

He dragged his mouth down her throat, his hips grinding against hers, deeper, harder, pushing her to that perfect edge, needing to feel her break around him.

“I got you, baby,” he said, voice thick, rough with need. “I got you.”

She cried out, her body tensing beneath him, and Jesse followed right after, his forehead pressing against hers as pleasure shot through him, wrecking him completely.

He kissed her through it, slow and deep, breathing her in, tasting her. His hands tangled in her hair, holding her like she was something fragile, something precious, something he would never let slip through his fingers again.

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