Page 79 of Rude Boss 2

I lick the tip of my index finger and draw a line from her neck down her spine and straight to her butt.

She whimpers. “Essex—”

“Don’t talk,” I request while undoing my belt. I lower the zipper of my slacks and step out of them before taking her by the arm and rotating her until we’re face-to-face again.

“Unbutton my shirt, Tessie.”

She reaches for the top button first and works her way down. Then she removes the shirt, gently pulling my arms out of the sleeves. And when that shirt falls to the floor, she pulls up the white tank top I have on over my head. Her eyes feast on my chest, particularly at the scar that sits between my pecs. She places her right hand there like she always used to when we were teenagers. Then, she leans in and kisses the spot after removing her hand. I nearly convulse but catch myself. My heart races as I throw my head back and take ownership of these feelings. She leaves more kisses. I feel like every spot her lips touched has branded me – marked me as hers indefinitely. That’s who I want to be.

I pull her toward me and plunge my tongue into her mouth, kissing her with every fiber of love I have for her – the kind of love that lives deep within my cells. Love that’s been starving for this moment. It’s a bit overwhelming, but she’d never know that. All she’ll know is that I love her. That I want her.

While we kiss, I unclasp her bra. My hands connect to those pillowy soft globes that were made just for me. Her softness has the lower half of my body throbbing with an intensity I’ve never felt before. The flimsy strap of her panties snaps when I tug at them – it wasn’t intentional – it just happened, or perhaps I’m a little too eager to see her completely naked for me.

I disconnect from the kiss, take more frosting from the cake, smear it on her chest and lick it off while she moans uncontrollably. I trail more of it on her neck, sucking and rolling my tongue to consume it. I nip at her earlobe and kiss a trail across her collarbone until I get to the other ear and render it its due while her body writhes. I’m completely enthralled and drunk with desire. Quintessa has always possessed everything it took to make me lose my mind and become a man who has everything but is still in great need. In need of this.

Deciding she’s right about the bed (for her sake), I pick her up and carry her upstairs. We’ll have time for the counter later. And the floor. The sofa. The dining room table.

Placing her in the center of the bed, I take a step back to appreciate what’s mine. I’ve never shared my bed with a woman. Tonight, that changes since I’m just standing here, enraptured by her. Her stomach quivers as she holds my gaze. I suppose she’s wondering what I’m about to do next.

“You have a beautiful body, Tessie.”

“So do you, Essex.”

“You haven’t seen all of it yet, sweetheart.” I ease down my boxer briefs, freeing myself as she watches. She gasps. Her breath quickens. She looks like she’s a split decision away from jumping off the bed and making a run for it, but she stays and stares. She can’t take her eyes off me. I suppose she’s thinking about how we would fit together – if she could handle me. I’d already warned her she couldn’t.

One thing I can say for certain is, I’ve never wanted a woman so much. It scares me thinking about what I might do to her, so I attempt to pace myself. For her sake. I climb onto the bed and make my way over to her, covering her quivering body completely, my aching firmness digging into her thigh. I talk to her. I tell her how beautiful she is and how grateful I am that she’s mine.

She whispers, “Essex.”

“Yes, sweetheart.”

“I can’t believe you’re my husband.”

“Why not?”

“Because I feel like we just met, but I’ve known you for years. This is messing with my head.”

“I know,” I say, right before kissing her lips, “But believe it, because you’ll never get rid of me.”

“Like I would ever want to,” she says, then lifts her head from the pillow to kiss me while lifting one of her legs, tangling it with mine.

The things this girl does to me…

“Mmm, Tessie. My Tessie,” I say briefly then go back to kissing her again, exploring her body, enjoying the taste of her while her moans fill the bedroom. I think about the time when this used to be a mere dream, but now it’s a reality though I feel like I have to make myself believe it’s real – that this is happening.

While I drive her mad with my mouth, I use my fingertips to graze her stomach, her navel and down to her femininity. I touch her there. She whimpers.

“Essex…” she moans. Writhes.

“Yes, baby?” I say, still using my hands to spark life into this amazing body of hers.

“What are you…what are you doing to me?”

“I’m making love to you, sweetheart. Stop talking and just feel.”

She gasps. “Ah…okay.”

“Take it all in and always remember how you feel beneath me because you’re going to be here a lot…may as well start getting used to it.”

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