Page 8 of Light My Fire Three Times
“You okay there, Livvy?” he asks, clearly dangerously amused.
I blink, unable to think straight at all. My brain is fuzzy, and my heart is doing somersaults, which, as a result, is making me sound like a complete idiot.
“Uh, yeah. I’m great,” I say, way too enthusiastically.
I take a deep breath, as if it’ll help cool my jets, but it doesn’t. It just makes everything feel… hotter? Why is it suddenly so warm in here?
I laugh nervously, backing up a step. “So, uh, this was… yeah. That happened.”
He grins, wicked and a little smug, like I’m the one who just made this charming thing happen. “I thought that was pretty self-explanatory.”
I open my mouth to reply, but I don’t have anything clever to say. Instead, I do something I’ve never done in my life: I bite my lip. Of course, that only makes things worse because I can see how his gaze drops to my mouth.
Great. There goes my last shred of self-control.
I should say anything. Something smart, like,“This is a terrible idea. We’re friends. Ivy’s my best friend. You’re her brother, for crying out loud!”
But instead, I’m standing here, my brain running in circles, while he inches closer like he’s drawn to me.
I don’t know why I’m unable to move.
I need to stop this. Ishouldstop this. But damn it, he’s just standing there, his eyes dark with emotions I can’t quite read, but it’s enough to make my pulse race.
He’s waiting for me to sayanythingto make this stop. But I don’t.
Instead, I do something else entirely.
I grab the collar of his jacket and pull him inside, the door slamming shut behind him with a loudthudthat echoes in the quiet cabin.
“Livvy…” His voice is a rough whisper, a warning, but I’m not sure if he’s warning me or himself.
I don’t say anything. My heart is hammering in my chest, and I can feel the heat of his body as I drag him inside.
The words I’d meant to say, the reasons I should stop, die on my tongue the second his lips are back on mine, stealing my breath, stealing my control.
He doesn’t hesitate this time. There’s no slow build, no easing into this.
He’s all in, his hands on my waist, pulling me flush against him, his lips desperate, like he’s been waiting for this as long as I have.
The kiss is deep, hungry, and suddenly, I can’t think straight. My fingers tangle in his hair, tugging him closer. I can’t get enough.
But the second I feel the heat of his body pressing against mine, something inside me snaps. I drag him to the bedroom with me and press him up against the wall to invade his mouth deeper with my tongue.
My hands run all over his body, and he’s feeling me as well. His hands eagerly try to touch every inch of me, and damn it, I want to let him. The kiss deepens, his lips and tongue claim me completely, and I’m in heaven because of it.
Fireworks are already erupting in the pit of my stomach, the butterflies grow in size and flap wildly until I can hardly cope any longer.
My knees knock together, my legs jellified, and I don’t even know how I’m holding myself up anymore.
“Come here, you,” Jesse growls as he spins me around and presses me up against the wall face-first.
I splay my palms wide, my fingers itching to grab on to anything to keep me standing, as he pushes past the waistband of my jeans, his fingers diving into my underwear and fucking me deep. A guttural scream rises within me and explodes as he massages and explores all of me.
“Jesse, oh my…“ I yell as his thumb grazes over my clit, setting my whole body on fire. “That feels too much…”
He doesn’t stop, though—he knows I need this.
He traces the most wonderful feeling patterns all over my clit, and at some point, I wonder if he’s writing words, communicating a message. Still, I’m spinning too rapidly,sinking deeper into the pleasure—I don’t stand a chance of understanding anything right now.
