Page 94 of Legacy

I scoot back on the bed until I’m resting against the headboard. Slowly, I reach for the band of my pajama shorts and slip them off with my underwear.

I’ve never been confident in my own skin, but with Jesse’s eyes on me, I feel beautiful. His jaw ticks as I strip my lower half bare, and pleasure pools at my center. I swear he sees someone I’m not. Or, at least, someone worth seeing.

Reaching for the nightstand, I open the drawer and pull out my vibrator. For a second, I think he might judge me, but he doesn’t so much as flinch.

“You’re not intimidated?”

“By a toy?” He hitches an eyebrow, and I shrug. “No, Reagan. I’m not threatened by your vibrator. I’m more curious what you’re willing to let me do to you with it.”

I melt.

I’m a puddle on the bed.

The idea of Jesse using this on me has every logical thought scurrying away.

But he sits and waits. Not moving. Not touching me. So close I can smell the gum he must have been chewing earlier. I can feel the heat he carries around with him. He watches, and it’s a form of torture that’s worse than when he questioned me in the shower.

“Let me see you spread your knees for me, sweetheart. Show me how you make yourself come.”

Holy shit.

If he keeps saying things like that, I might not need to even touch myself.

Slowly, I peel my knees open. A growl rumbles in his chest as he takes in my already slick core. And when I turn on the vibrations and lower the toy between my legs, the intensity of it against the place I’m most sensitive is even more intense.

I slide the vibrator over my clit first, trying not to come from his attention alone as I drive lower.

“Fuck.” His fingers grip the bed as I send it deep into my core. “That’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“You mean it?”

His eyes snap to mine, and I realize how insecure that might have sounded. Not that he seems to agree with how hard he’s clenching his jaw.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, Reagan. I can’t get you out of my head. So yes, I fucking mean it.”

His restraint is as thin as mine. The tether’s on the verge of snapping.

“Jesse.” I tip my head back, barely hanging on. “Please touch me.”

“You need to feel me, sweetheart?” His knuckles are white with his hard grip on the blanket.

“Yes.”

One word is all he needs to move between my legs. His mouth dips to my core, and I slap my hand over my mouth to mute the scream that comes out.

Jesse takes control of the vibrator, working it at a different angle and striking somewhere that is pure ecstasy. His tongue draws circles over my clit as he fucks me slowly with the toy, and I’m mindless. Heat floods tomy center. My toes and fingers curl. My back arches like the sky is tugging me toward it as I crest over that final wave.

Only then does Jesse release my thigh to cover my mouth when I’ve all but forgotten. I scream into his palm and lose myself.

My being is on fire. Every fiber in my body sparks as I slowly ride out those blissful waves.

Sweat coats my skin. And I don’t stop shaking until Jesse pulls out the vibrator and sits back on his heels between my legs.

A grin spreads on his face. Pure predatory admiration that makes me need more.

“You’re dripping, sweetheart.” His gaze moves between my legs as he lifts the vibrator and drags his thumb over the length of it.

When he reaches the end, he sucks his thumb into his mouth, tasting me.

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