Giggling, she hugged her knees to her chest and spun on her behind so he could massage her feet and run his strong fingers between her toes, leaving her weak and giddy with pleasure. Leave it to Jesse to reveal yet another erogenous zone.
“Your turn, love.” She wrapped her legs around his waist and gave him the same slow, sensuous soaping, taking her time to relish every curve and plane from his neck to his powerful legs. When she soaped his feet, he squirmed and laughed, sloshing water onto the floor.
Ticklish, eh?She filed that away for future use.
Saving the best bit for last, she skimmed past his tempting cock and reached for a plastic pitcher on the tub’s rim. “Tilt your head back.”
She sluiced warm water over his head, then filled her palm with shampoo and lathered his thick curls, massaging in firm circles with the pads of her fingers.
“Ahhh.” His eyes closed on a sigh, and his head lolled onto her shoulder. “You really do have magic powers, don’t you?”
She rinsed away the suds and lathered her hands again for the pièce de résistance. His hips bucked as soon as she gripped his rigid shaft. Well, that part certainly hadn’t relaxed. When she gently cupped his balls, he whimpered, then scooped her up by her armpits and tugged the plug away with his toes. “Time for bed.”
He unfolded a big, fluffy towel—because of course Jesse made sure each sensuous detail was perfect—and dried her in firm strokes. She’d only halfway dried his big body when, eyes aflame, he whisked the towel from her hands, lifted her into his arms, and carried her to the bed.
“You better not drop me, mister.”
With a sexy snarl, he nibbled her neck, then tossed her onto the mattress. Laughing, he dove on top of her and wrapped her with his arms and legs. “You should have seen your tits bounce. Magnificent.”
Laughing and tickling, they wrestled until he sprawled atop her, one leg between hers, his cock throbbing against her belly, his fingers tangled in her hair.
“Gemma. So beautiful.” His smile melted into a gaze of reverence. Never had she felt more cherished.
He rose onto his elbow and twined a damp strand around his finger. “Is it true? Do you really love me?”
“I do, Jesse.” She wound her arms around his neck. “Now come to me.”
“Hallelujah.” He opened the nightstand drawer, sheathed himself, then covered her hungry body with his, sliding against her until her nerve endings crackled and flashed. Nimble fingers parted her folds, settling on her hyper-sensitized clit.
She arched on a moan. The emotion of the day swam just under her skin. Swirling together with this heady arousal, the mixture threatened to combust.
“Please, Jesse,” she gasped. “I need you inside me.”
He entered her in one slow glide, stretching and filling her until she wanted to weep and sing and hold him this close forever. No games this time, no teasing, just undulating in each other’s arms, his pleasure twining with hers, spinning them higher and higher until he shouted her name, and she clasped him so tight, bliss wiping away every fear, every thought butJesse, Jesse, Jesse.
Afterward, she lay in his arms, happy and content, one hundred percent sure she’d made the right choice. It wouldn’t be easy, finding a way to join their contrasting natures, but their connection was strong enough, sweet enough, true enough to last.
Chapter Fourteen
Aftercirclingthevendors’parking lot at the Portland Expo Hall again and again, Jesse finally found a spot for his truck. He secured a tarp over his rolling cart to protect his tender plant babies, survivors of last week’s storm, from the wicked wind. He’d hoped to contribute much more to this event, but even with the help of a dozen friends, he was only able to salvage about half his crop after repairing the greenhouses.
He texted Gemma.
Here. Where’s your booth, love?
Aisle Five, halfway down
The Esoteric Arts Expo had started two hours ago, but an emergency call from Francesca’s restaurant delayed his arrival. At least his ladies weren’t late to the party. And what a party! The cavernous hall was bursting with woo-woo types from flower-crowned hippie grandparents to tiny kids in home-spun sweaters. He rolled his cart past vendors selling kombucha and kimchi, past-life regression, aura readjustment, enough jewelry for multiple dragon hoards, and every CBD product known to man, not to mention all the tie-dyed, bejeweled, funky clothing.
And he’d thought his borrowed Renn faire shirt and Celtic knot necklace would fit right in. Ha! He felt positively bland among all these crystal-bead-fairy types.
He spotted Zora’s purple fortune-teller tent from Trappers Cove’s July Fourth bash. She’d even brought her crystal ball. Probably just a prop, but you never knew with Zora. Her elaborately carved chair sat empty, though, and a sign on the tent flap readThe Seer will be back in ten minutes.
Gemma hadn’t seen him yet, so he took a moment to drink in the sight of his ladylove in her element. Dressed in a long velvet gown, a flowered crown over her loose, wavy hair, she made a perfect Maid Marian. Hmm, maybe some costumed role play? He added a mental note to his Keeping Gemma Interested file.
As she bent to ring up a handful of crystals, her dress gaped at the neckline, displaying her creamy cleavage. His inner bull snorted, riled at the idea of all these shoppers ogling his woman.
He shoved the beast back into its stall and rolled his cart behind the table. “Morning, beautiful.”
