Page 59 of California Wild

That was all it took.

His mouth devoured hers, his hands everywhere—gripping, claiming, trembling with restraint that was seconds from snapping.

He yanked her bra down with a growl, the straps slipping off her shoulders, the fabric gone in a blink. His palms covered her breasts, thumbs dragging over her nipples, slow and rough and reverent. He pinched and squeezed, giving her exactly what she wanted. Enough hurt to feel it.

She moaned—sharp and ragged.

Jesse swallowed the sound with another kiss, his tongue plunging into her mouth like he wanted to taste every broken piece of her. He knew how to kiss her just rough enough.

Then—her panties were gone. Ripped down her thighs with one impatient tug, discarded like everything else that wasn’t him.

The air hit her bare skin just as he settled between her legs, heat and weight and body, so much body. His hips pressed to hers, teasing, torturing, his cock hard against her slick center, and still—still—he kissed her.

Every kiss like a confession.

Every breath like a promise he’d never made before now.

Her fingers twisted in his curls, her body arching as his mouth dragged lower—down her throat, her chest, her stomach—each kiss branding her in a way no one else ever had. He settled between her thighs, kissing her pussy and licking open her slit.

She gasped, spine arching off the mattress. “This isn’t a dream… is it?”

Jesse stilled. Looked up at her. His eyes locked with hers, amber and molten and so goddamn real.

“No,” he said, voice low and rough. “This is real. This is fucking happening.”

And when his mouth dipped down—when she felt his breath hot and focused against the softest, most vulnerable part of her—

Her body went tight.

Her breath caught.

This was happening.

She barely had time to brace herself before his tongue slid over her clit, slow and devastating, a deliberate stroke that stole the air from her lungs and replaced it with fire. A cry broke free from her lips, raw and aching, her hands flying to his hair like she could anchor herself to something, anything, before she flew apart.

“Jesse—” It was more plea than name.

He didn’t answer.

Didn’t pause.

Didn’t show her mercy.

Jesse Navarro had never been the kind of man who asked permission—especially not with her. He’d always taken his time.Always made her feel everything. And now, with one strong arm locked around her thigh, holding her open, holding her down, licking her clit with that same intensity, he reminded her exactly who he was.

Exactly who she belonged to.

His mouth moved with ruthless precision over her clit, tongue circling, teasing, licking, then pressing exactly where she needed it most. She gasped, spine arching, thighs twitching against his hold—but he held her fast, a low growl rumbling from his throat as his grip on her tightened. Then he pumped two fingers inside her soaked pussy, curling them just right.

“Stay still.”

His voice was rough silk, command threaded with heat, dragging straight through her like lightning down a wire.

She whimpered.

Bit her lip.

Tried to obey.

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