Page 42 of The Stud Next Door (Frisky Business 3)
She follows my gesture toward the twin cups of coffee, the serious expression on her face melting away into a warm, grateful smile.
“How did you know I take my coffee black?” she asks, cocking her head.
Her tangled hair cascades over one naked shoulder, and it’s hard to tear my eyes away from her exposed chest. For as much as I fucking adore her tits, I’m doing an excellent job of maintaining eye contact.
Wait, what did she ask me?
“Truthfully,” I manage to say, barely recovering, “I didn’t. I take mine black, and it didn’t even occur to me to offer you cream or sugar. I actually don’t know if I have sugar. I can run to the minimart and grab some if you want—”
Jessa cuts me off, reaching for my hand and giving it a squeeze. “This is great.”
I scrub my other hand through my hair, which is officially too long for comfort. “Guess I’m out of practice in this area. The morning-after area.”
“Well, that’s preferred in my book.” She chuckles, leaning in to press a firm kiss against my lips and threading her fingers together behind my neck.
My eyes flutter closed as I relish the simplicity of this domestic moment. And as soon as the pleasure comes, so does its good friend pain.
My heart hitches. Don’t leave.
When we part, she gives me a sly little smile. “Thanks for the coffee.”
Unable to resist, I kiss her again. “You’re welcome.”
After waiting a bit until it’s no longer scalding hot, we both enjoy that first life-giving sip of coffee that comes with the start of each new day. Jessa squirms happily when it reaches her lips, brightening at the flavor.
“God, that’s good.”
The words throw me back to last night, when she was whispering them in between sexy little whimpers. I feel a kick of interest in my shorts. She looks comfortable as hell, perched up against my pillows without a single swatch of fabric covering her naked body, just the sheet. I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t turning me on right now.
“Do you want one of my T-shirts?” I ask, more for myself than for her.
She meets my gaze, drawing the sheets higher up over her chest. “Oh, sure, yeah. Sorry.”
Hell no.
Realizing my mistake, I set my coffee down with a soft thunk, not caring if it sloshes onto my nightstand. Planting one knee on the mattress, I lean into her, pulling her cup from her hands and setting it aside before capturing her lips in a hungry, demanding kiss. Jessa sighs against my mouth, her fingers latching onto the thick cotton of my hoodie before wandering beneath to reacquaint herself with the muscles of my torso.
I tug at the sheet, a silent request that she eagerly agrees to. The sheet slides off her shoulders, and before long, I’m mounted between her legs again, grinding myself against her with a desperation that should have been satisfied last night. Seems like Jessa really brings out the sex fiend in me. She opens her lips to the prompting of my tongue, giving me access to the bittersweet taste of coffee already coating her mouth. We both pull back simultaneously, gasping for air.
“You can lie here naked in my bed for as long as you’d like.”
“But what if I want to wear one of your shirts?” There’s that sly smile again.
The image of one of my soft gray tees draped over Jessa’s curves flashes through my mind, sending a hot coil of desire down to the now full-blown erection in my shorts.
“Then I’ll gladly give you one. But I’d only ask that, eventually, it goes back on the floor where it belongs.” I nod down to her perky boobs, which rise and fall with her laughter.
What a sight.
“Don’t you have stuff to do today?” she asks before our lips meet again for a brief, sweet kiss.
“Oh yeah. Lots of stuff.” I lower myself to her neck, pressing featherlight kisses to her pulse, right where I know she likes it best. “Very important work to do.”
“Maybe,” she says with a happy sigh, one bare leg lifting to squeeze against my hip, “you should get to work then.”
“Whatever you say, boss.” I growl into her collarbone before nipping and sucking one perky nipple into my mouth. But when the next words leave Jessa’s lips on the tail end of a satisfied sigh, I still.
“I like you a lot, Connor.”
It’s so frank and sincere that I struggle to find the words to compete. Because how do you tell the woman destined to leave you just how much she means to you?
Well, damn. I guess you just do.
“I like you a lot too, Jessa.”
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CONNOR
“Hold still!”
Jessa’s fingers are splayed across my damp head, turning it this way and that as the foreboding sound of scissors working gets closer and closer to my ears. After putting Marley to bed and popping open a bottle of red, we were ready to cuddle up with a movie and chill for the rest of the night when I caught my reflection in the darkness of the screen.
