Page 67 of California Wild

Hayley was still soft and warm against him, blinking up at him with that hazy, sleepy expression, her lips still swollen from his mouth. She was always so slow to wake, all delicate limbs and messy auburn hair, like she was meant to be kept in bed forever, tangled up with him.

Jesse wasn’t gentle when he kissed her again.

Didn’t hold back.

His fingers curled in her hair as he tilted her head, taking her mouth like he meant it, like he needed it, like he wasn’t about to spend weeks in the dark, in the heat, in the fucking jungle, without the taste of her.

She gasped against his lips, and that sound alone sent a deep, consuming hunger ripping through his chest. He bit at her lower lip, dragged his teeth down the column of her throat, pressing her back against the mattress.

Hayley arched for him instantly.

God, she was so fucking responsive.

She always had been, always met him exactly where he was, the perfect mix of sweet and filthy, soft and unbreakable.

Jesse kissed his way down, slow, dirty, deliberate. His mouth moved over her throat, the delicate line of her collarbone, his tongue dragging against the heat of her pulse.

Hayley whimpered, her fingers clutching at his arms, nails sinking in, urging him lower.

He smirked against her skin.

He loved her like this—needy, desperate, willing to let him wreck her.

Because Hayley Fox might have been a fucking rockstar, but when she was under him? She was his.

And she needed to know it.

His mouth found her breast, her nipple, teeth scraping over sensitive skin, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. She moaned, arching into his mouth, body already trembling.

Jesse groaned against her, his cock aching at the way she responded.

She had always been so fucking perfect for him.

Because Hayley loved the way he took control.

Loved the way he used his hands, his mouth, his fucking everything to ruin her.

She wanted to be worshipped and wrecked in the same breath.

And Jesse?

Jesse lived for that shit.

He slid lower, his mouth dragging down her stomach, tongue dipping into every soft curve, every sensitive spot that made her gasp, her thighs already parting in anticipation.

She was shaking.

Fucking shaking.

And that was exactly how he wanted her.

He glanced up, catching the way she was staring down at him, lips parted, cheeks flushed, chest rising and falling in uneven breaths.

“Jesse…” she whispered.

He smirked, nipping at the soft skin of her hip. “I want you to think about this, Hayley.”

Her brows furrowed. “What?”

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