Page 99 of When We Were Reckless
“Wow.” My eyes widened as I watched one of the guys fly up a ramp and soar into the air. He must have been sixty feet above the ground. I counted one, two rotations before he did a whip, and that was all I saw before Jesse blocked my view.
“He’s really good.”
“So am I.” He crossed his arms over his bare chest as if daring me to challenge him on it. Sweat glistened on his skin, and my eyes lowered to his crotch. He snapped his fingers in front of my face. “My eyes are up here.”
With a snort, I dragged my eyes away from the bulge in his athletic shorts and met his gaze. “Can you do what he just did?”
I knew he could. I’d watched him do all kinds of crazy stunts, had even captured them on video last week, but I loved teasing him.
He leaned over me and planted his hands on the back of the sofa cushion. “Higher and faster, baby.”
“But that Australian guy—”
He shut me up with a dirty kiss. “What were you saying?”
This was a game, and I was ready to play. “I was saying that the tattooed, pierced Australian—"
I shrieked as he whisked away my laptop and closed it, tossing it aside. “Hope you saved that.”
“Hey! I was working on that.” The words were barely out of my mouth when he lifted me up and tossed me down again. My back hit the sofa cushion, and he braced his arms on either side of my head. Jesse loved tossing me around and caging me in his arms. I was his favorite plaything. “What if I messed with your dirt bike?” I stuck out my chin. “How would you like that? Huh?”
“You can mess with my dirt bike anytime.” He nuzzled the side of my neck. “Fuck, you smell good.”
“You smell like you need a shower.” He just laughed and covered my body with his sweaty one, rubbing his sweat all over me. He didn’t smell bad. Not really. I loved his scent. Even when he was sweaty after a workout, I still wanted to lick his skin. That’s how far gone I was. Hopelessly crazy in love with my brother’s best friend. “I better not have lost anything.”
“It’ll be fine.” He waved his hand in the air, dismissing my concern.
I saved the Word document about two minutes ago. I was constantly saving my documents to avoid losing my precious words, but he didn’t know that.
“Now… where were we?” He rolled onto his side and propped his head on his hand, peering down at me.
“I was about to shove you off the sofa. Show you the same respect you showed my laptop.”
He laughed, knowing I was all talk. “You’re getting so feisty.” He tapped his index finger against the tip of my nose, his brows furrowed like he was thinking. “Oh right. That’s it. What do I think is sexy?”
“I don’t care anymore.” God, I hated when he did that. Squinted his eyes and bit the corner of his mouth like he was deep in thought. I hated it because it was unfair that he could look so sexy.
“I need to help you do your research, and I take my job seriously.”
Apparently, helping me do my research required me to be naked. “Love this little skirt.” He knelt over me, unbuttoned my frayed denim mini and slid it down my legs then tossed it across the room. “But it looks better on the floor.”
A laugh burst out of me.
“These are sexy.” He hooked his fingers into the sides of my white lace panties and slid them down my legs. “Deceptively innocent. Like you.” He dangled them from his fingertip and held them up for closer inspection, studying the pearl grey satin bow with a tiny pearl at the waistband before he flung them aside. “Being yourself is sexy.”
His hands skimmed over my thighs and up my stomach, dragging my T-shirt up and over my head. My skin broke out in goosebumps, the little hairs on the back of my neck rising as delicious shivers ran up and down my spine. This was what he did to me. All he had to do was touch me, and every cell in my body ignited.
I shouldn’t have caved so quickly, but here I was, lifting my arms so he could undress me.
“Bare skin is sexy.” He kissed my shoulder. My neck. My jaw. An arm snaked around my back, and he deftly unhooked my bra. One-handed without even looking, which got me wondering how many other times and how many other girls he’d done this with.
If I were braver, I’d ask. But I was too afraid of the answer, so I kept my mouth shut.
He pushed the lace material aside and cupped my breast, thumbing the nipple before taking it in his mouth.
“Oh God,” I moaned, arching my back off the sofa and digging my fingers into his shoulders.
“The little noises you make when I’m fucking you… they’re sexy.”
