Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 76205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growls.
“I want to be beautiful for you. Only you.”
“Good. Because when other men look at you, all I can think about is that you’re mine. That no one will ever touch you but me.”
Strong words from a man who hasn’t yet made a commitment to me. But love itself is a commitment. Perhaps that’s what he means.
He releases my arms then, and I drop them to my sides, shaking them to release the tension. He cups the back of my neck so my head tilts back, and I meet his fiery gaze.
“Mine,” he says again.
And then he kisses me again, his tongue devouring my mouth as I grip his shoulders and then wrap one arm around his neck, threading my fingers through his silky hair and tugging gently.
His groan vibrates into me, and my whole body feels it, like subtle quakes and quivers from my head to my toes.
With one hand, he cups my breast, squeezing it. We’re both still fully clothed, yet I feel close to him. So close. As if we’re one already.
He breaks the kiss quickly and sucks in a breath. “Bed,” he growls.
All I can do is nod, my body trembling with desire.
He turns but then seems to rethink that, and he sweeps me into his arms and carries me to the bed. He lays me down—not gently—and then pulls off my cowboy boots and my socks. Next, he takes care of my jeans and thong and then my tank and bra.
When I’m lying in front of him, my nipples hard and my pussy wet, he simply stares at me.
“You’re a fucking dream,” he says with a rasp. “The most gorgeous thing on this planet, Brianna. That’s what you are.”
I can’t help a small smile with my trembling lips. “Please, Jesse. Please…”
He removes his shoes and socks quickly, and then begins to unbuckle his belt. He wore the dragon tonight.
His black T-shirt still covers his gorgeous chest, but at this point, I just want him inside me. We can get to the T-shirt later. The clank of the belt buckle, and then the zip of his jeans. In another second, they’re over his hips, and he pulls me by my legs to the edge of the bed, plunging into me with a groan.
I cry out—not from pain but from sheer pleasure at having my heart’s desire fulfilled.
This is no longer simply physical. It’s emotional, yes, but also spiritual. Already I’m on my way to the heavens. He thrusts so hard that he hits my clit with his pubic bone each time.
I grab the comforter, arching my back, and closing my eyes as I climb and climb and climb…
“Jesse!”
“God yes, come for me. Come for me. I own those orgasms, Brianna. Only for me.”
He continues devouring my pussy with his cock, faster, faster, faster…
And when he pushes in, releasing, I catapult into yet another orgasm.
We come in synchrony. In perfect harmony, and I swear to God, it’s the most beautiful feeling I’ve ever experienced.
He collapses on top of me, bearing his weight on his arms as he brushes his lips over mine. “Do you remember the night I took your virginity?”
He’s seriously asking me that? It was only a few nights ago. “Of course I do. I’ll never forget it.” I sigh.
“I’m going to make love to you like that again, only it’s going to be so much better. It won’t always be like this, Brianna. It won’t always be a quick hard fuck because I need to release after a performance.”
I fold my hands behind my head and stare into his gorgeous dark smoldering eyes. “I’m not exactly complaining.”
He rises then, pulls out of me, and sheds his jeans and T-shirt. He lies back down next to me, our flesh in total contact.
He feels perfect against me, and I snuggle up to his shoulder, absently playing with the black curls on his chest.
“When did you fall in love with me?” I ask.
“I don’t know how to answer that question.”
“Why?”
“Because there’s no easy answer. I’ve been attracted to you for so long, but I didn’t let myself feel anything. You already know why. Because of the age difference, and because you’re a Steel. But in the last couple of months, without meaning to, I opened myself up. Maybe it’s because both my sisters fell for a Steel, and I saw a side of the Steels that I hadn’t let myself see before.”
I can’t help a chuckle. “That we’re not a bunch of privileged assholes?”
“I never thought you were assholes.”
“But you did think we owned the whole town.”
“I grew up thinking that. Everyone thought it, Bree. It was kind of like the town motto.”
I scrunch my nose. “A motto? More like the town slur.”
“I can see how you would think of it that way, but it wasn’t really meant to be disparaging. It was simply accepted as truth, and then, when it bit me in the ass—by Donny getting MVP instead of me senior year—I began to take it more seriously. I began to resent the hell out of your family.”