Then I carefully opened the front door. It was cold as fuck outside, and I watched a few snowflakes drift down. Apparently we were supposed to get several inches sometime next weekend.
“Jesse?” I hissed, then louder. “Jesse! If you keep me waiting any longer I swear I’m going to go back inside.”
I gripped my arms tighter, feeling my belly clench as his tent zipper rolled down, and then Jesse was there, a big knit cap on his head and wearing a huge parka.
“Just come inside,” I said. “And stop wearing that hat. I knitted it for you when we were together.”
“I know you did,” he said. “I kept it. I kept everything.”
I closed the door behind us.
“You can sleep on the couch,” I said. “Let me just go upstairs and grab some extra blankets.”
He followed me, of course.
I stumbled over my big fluffy slippers on the way up the stairs, and his hand was immediately on my elbow to steady me, his other on my waist to make sure I didn’t pitch forward onto my face.
“Are you all right? Wouldn’t want you to dislocate your finger.”
It was such a teasing tone, and his hands felt so familiar that for a moment desire for him almost drowned me.
The way my big T-shirt had ridden up, the way the tips of two of his big fingers were tightened on my overheated skin.
“Those aren’t our jokes anymore,” I said breathlessly. “We don’t have inside jokes anymore because you broke up with me.”
He groaned, pulling me closer so that I felt the huge broad width of his chest against my back.
“Please. I was so stupid. I’m so sorry. I would do anything to get you back.”
One big hand stretched across my stomach, and I could have screamed with the familiarity of his big hand on my soft belly.
“Maybe you can go back in time and make a different fucking move, then,” I said. “Those are my terms.”
He moaned again as I crossed my arms across my chest, tightening my fingers so I didn’t do anything stupid. Like lean back into him.
“Please. You don’t know how I crave you, baby. I can’t stop thinking about getting you back. About everything I stupidly gave up. You’re so hot, and your body is incredible. It’s driving me fucking crazy being so close but not able to touch you.”
His arm was under my breasts and he sucked in his breath as I shifted so the full weight of them was on his skin.
“I’m begging, Josie. Begging.”
I felt his breath on my neck, rustling my long hair, and when I didn’t say anything, he bent to kiss my back, gasping as his lips hit my flesh.
“Please, oh my god you taste so good.”
Each touch of his lips felt like a brand on my skin, burning, spreading a wave of heat and lust through my body.
“But I was told you can get any pussy you want,” I said, and I marveled at how steady my voice was.
“Who gives a fuck? I only want you,” he rumbled, and I felt his voice all down my spine, his thick cock burning my thigh.
“Let me go,” I said.
He did with a low note of pain, and I scampered quickly up the rest of the steps and into my bedroom.
“Just sit on the bed,” I said sharply. “We aren’t having sex. Just sit there and I’ll bring you a blanket.”
But when I got back, he was sitting on my bed holding a stuffed otter. An otter I thought I had hiddenverywell.
