Page 71 of Miss Understood

I walk over and inhale the scent. “They’re gorgeous. What are they for?”

“Celebrating your win, of course.”

“But how did you know? These were here before we got back.”

Jesse wraps his arms around me, my back to his front, and I soften against his hard chest.

“You doubt how much I believe in you.”

His lips trail a line of kisses from my temple down my neck. Sliding his hands up my front, he peels off my suit jacket and tosses it across the room.

“I need to shower,” I tell him.

He hums in my ear. “I like you dirty.”

My legs almost cave, but he plants his large palm against my stomach and holds me up against him. I press backward and feel the steel of his full length against my ass. I lift up onto my toes and then lower back down to gain some friction, appreciating the groan that vibrates in his chest.

I reach my hand around and work my way toward his belt, but he grabs my wrists and plants my hands on the counter in front of me instead, tugging me a little forward so I’m edged over with my ass lifted for him.

He doesn’t need to tell me to keep my hands in place as he lets my wrists go and starts trailing his fingers up my arms. I know Jesse likes control in the bedroom, and I’ve been all too happy to hand it over.

Goose bumps prickle a heated path on my skin. His hips grind against me as he works the buttons on the front of my blouse. One button at a time.

I press my thighs together like it might stop the throbbing between them, but I know he’s the only one who can cull the ache.

“Watching you in that courtroom today was torture,” he breathes into my ear. “Sitting beside you as you crossed and uncrossed your legs over and over again. Your breath hypnotizing me with the rise and fall of your perfect tits.”

My blouse is undone, but he doesn’t peel it off. Instead, he pulls down the lace cups of my bra so I’m exposed in the most erotic way. My nipples brush against the soft skin of his hand before he takes them between his fingers and tugs, forcing a cry from my throat.

“That’s right, baby,” he says, releasing my nipples and pulling my hips against him.

“Jesse,” I moan. “I need you inside me.”

Something feral takes over. His hands slide down my stomach, and with a swift flick of his wrist, my dress slacks are in a puddle at my feet. He skims down to help me out of them but keeps my heels on.

The sound of his zipper echoes against our heavy breathing in the quiet apartment. Teeth slowly peeling apart, each click vibrating through the room. I hear the tear of a foil wrapper just before his fingers slide over my ass and down to the ache between my legs, where I need him.

“Wider,” he says, kicking my feet apart with his own.

The head of his dick teases my wet entrance, dragging up and down the folds.

“Please,” I say, looking over my shoulder and catching the desire in his expression.

His hand wraps into my hair, and I know this won’t be slow and sensual. It will be fierce, hard, and everything I need—just like him.

When he finally thrusts into me, a cry rips from my throat. His hips slap against my backside, and the depth he hits catches my breath in my lungs.

“Oh, God,” I breathe out.

Jesse starts moving in and out at a steady pace. His hand in my hair keeps my back arched, and his feet hold my legs wide. He leans his body over mine and matches the kisses on my neck with the intensity of his thrusts. Like he’s climbing so much more than my body, like he’s desperate to get where he knows he needs to go.

Sounds get fuzzy; my vision crackles. Skin slaps on skin as the pressure builds. I’m trapped by the heavy weight of his chest, but I’m also grounded by it.

“Jesse, I—”

But I don’t finish what I’m saying because nothing makes sense in my head. Just breaths and moans and cries. My thoughts are tangled, and I can’t pick one free from the web. I know that there are words for the knots in my chest, but I’m terrified of them.

The fact is, even if we’re legally bound, Jesse and I are still figuring each other out, and if I want to stay, then parts of me will need to let go and hope that we won’t end up enemies fighting on opposite sides of the table.

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