arch my back up to meet him while staying on my tiptoes. Using the wall for balance, I revel in the sensation of Jesse inside me.
“You feel amazing,” he grunts as he pulls my mouth toward his. He kisses me while pumping into me from behind. He has to go slow because the angle is too narrow.
I’m completely enveloped in everything Jesse. His arms around me, his body hovering over mine, and his passion seeping deep into me, igniting a fire that is about to explode.
I place a hand on his cheek and pull him closer. My kisses falter as my breathing takes over.
“You’re so beautiful when you’re about to come.” He squeezes my nipple, and it shoots pleasure straight to my throbbing clit, which he’s still fondling. “I could fuck you every day for the rest of my life and never tire.”
“I’ll let you. Take me. Every day.” I gasp as the orgasm hits me like a bolt of lightning. “Forever.” I barely get the word out as I convulse around his cock.
I’m still high on my orgasm as he shuts the water off and steps out. He wraps me in a towel and then lifts me, walking us, dripping wet, into the bedroom.
He lays me down and spreads my legs, burying his mouth over my sensitive and throbbing clit.
“Jesse!” I scream as he relentlessly swirls his tongue in circles, pinning my knees down to the bed so I can’t move. All I can do is grip the sheets and call out to the gods as a second wave of an orgasm comes crashing down my body.
My back is arched as I buck off the bed.
When he climbs back on top of me, my legs are open, ready for him to enter me. When he does, it’s rugged and sensual. His bare cock is so damn hard and thick as it plummets into me while he takes over my body. This isn’t sweet. No, he’s marking me. Calling me his own.
I wrap my legs around his ass and push him further, telling him to take me.
The first time we were together, we made love. Then, we had passionate sex. Now, it’s primal and animalistic. We seem to be working backward. That’s how we are—a couple growing more intense with every day that passes.
I push on his chest and swing my legs, so he lies on his back. If he wants to lay claim, now, it’s my turn.
With my body, I command him.
With a roll of my hips, I take his pleasure.
With my kisses, I drink his pain.
And with my words, I tell him, “You’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” he groans into my mouth as he comes inside of me.
And just like that, I give my entire world to Jesse.
And I take his.
Chapter Sixteen
I’m on my knees, searching for a frying pan but having no luck.
After we made ferocious love, Jesse and I both fell asleep. When I woke, I saw it was nine o’clock at night, and my stomach was growling from not having eaten all day.
Now, I’m in his kitchen, looking through the oak cabinets for a pan to make the chicken cutlets that are in the refrigerator.
“You’re cute, but you’re noisy,” Jesse says, making me look up at him from my spot on the floor.
“Funny.” I grimace. “I want to make chicken cutlets, and I need something to cook them in.”
He opens the cabinet next to the one I’m looking in. A long frying pan sits on the shelf.
I make a face at him as I grab it and stand up. His eyes roam over the sight of me only wearing a T-shirt and panties.
“You look good in my clothes.” He winks, and I shimmy my hips as I take out the ingredients for dinner.
Eggs, breadcrumbs, and oil are all lined up on the Formica countertop.
“When did you get all this stuff?” I ask as I look to see what kind of sides there are. I spy a head of romaine and decide to make a simple salad.
He leans against the counter. “I asked the chef at Villa Russo to put together some groceries for me. He dropped them off. I knew you were safe with Sienna, so I came here quick to change and get my gun.”
“I didn’t even realize you had it with you.”
“That’s the point of a concealment calf holster.”
I look down at his legs, which are covered in sweats. “Do you have it on now?”
He smiles. “No. But I do have weapons hidden around the