Page 75 of When We Were Reckless
“And it pissed me off.”
“Why did it piss you off?”
“Because I shouldn’t be thinking about you when I’m jerking myself off. I shouldn’t be thinking about you that way at all.”
“Why not?” She slid her hands up my chest and looped her arms around my neck. I palmed her ass and pulled her body flush against mine. Whenever she was near me, I couldn’t stop myself from touching her from wanting more.
Why couldn’t I stay away from her? I had no answer for that.
“What’s so wrong about thinking about me that way?”
“Everything.” Dipping my head, I pressed my lips to her neck, inhaling her summertime citrus scent. How could something so fresh and innocent be so fucking sexy? And maybe that was it. I was drawn to her innocence, her unfiltered honesty, the way she so bravely wore her heart on her sleeve.
“I was on a date tonight.”
“You went on a date?”
“Mmm hmm. She was a brunette.” I kissed the corner of her mouth. Her jaw. The sensitive spot just below her earlobe. Her body yielded to mine, a soft sigh escaping her lips, and she pressed her tits against my chest.
“She wasn’t a teenager.” Sliding my hand through her hair, I fisted it and yanked on it, causing her to gasp. “She wasn’t my best friend’s sister.”
My lips coasted over her clavicle and up the column of her neck, my fingers biting into her soft flesh. I was pulling her against me even when I should have been pushing her away.
“She wasn’t me,” Quinn whispered.
When I reached her mouth, I slanted mine over hers and patiently traced her lips. Those soft, lush lips that tasted so fucking sweet. She grabbed the back of my head, her fingers tugging at my hair, impatient for more. But I continued my slow, gentle assault.
“She wasn’t you,” I murmured against her lips.
“Then it’s a good thing I’m here now,” she said breathlessly.
“Taunting and teasing me in your little skirt.”
“I’m not wearing anything underneath.”
I reared back at her words. The fuck? “You came over here tonight in your little skirt with nothing underneath?”
She bit the corner of her lip. I reached down and coasted my hand up her inner thigh, stopping at the place between her legs. Fuck me. She hadn’t been joking. She was bare underneath this skirt. I dragged my fingers through her soft folds, dripping wet with her arousal and so fucking ready for me, I nearly wept.
“And here I thought you were so sweet and innocent.”
“Guess I had you fooled,” she panted, her thighs clenching and her chest heaving as I rubbed the tight bundle of nerves.
My hard cock swelled in my jeans.
“Is this your idea of seducing me, Sunshine Girl?”
She smirked and rocked her hips against my erection. “It seems to be working.”
Coming to my senses, I pulled my hand away and took a few steps back, putting distance between us. “We can’t do this. You’re—”
She moved closer and placed her finger over my lips. “Shh. Save the speech. I’ve heard it all before.”
I grabbed her hand and dragged her up the dirt trail toward the garage where her car was parked. “You need to go home. This shit needs to stop. You can’t come over here—"
“Jesse, stop.” When we reached her car, she dug in her heels and yanked her hand out of my grasp. “Just listen to me, okay?”
I crossed my arms over my chest and clenched my jaw.
