All we are is two people who were once in love. Two people who gave each other all their firsts, all the pieces of each other to hold tight.
Two people who hurt each other and still can’t talk about it.
So we just do what we know we can do right.
We kiss.
There’s no sweet gentleness, just rough neediness. A neediness you have when you’re parched, drinking water like you can’t consume it fast enough, like every cold drop will save you, will heal a part of you that you can’t even see.
So I take each kiss from him greedily.
The tightness of his fingers encasing my exposed skin makes me gasp, and I let out a wicked laugh.
“Quiet, baby,” Jesse purrs, and I do as he says, forgetting time and space. His fingers work quickly at the buttons on my shirt until there are no layers between me and his hands. He cups my tits, squeezing my perked nipples, and I throw my head back, grinding my hips into his hard pelvis.
I want him to take away the pain that still sits in the center of me, threatening to spill out.
Because fuck closure.
Jesse Rivers ripped me right open, and I’m not sure what to do with that.
But he gives me no time to think as one hand leaves my chest, cupping my ass as I straddle him, and his hot tongue finds my chest.
The feeling of his hair between my fingers, his arms protectively holding me up, draws a whimper from my mouth.
I haven’t spoken a word to him since I entered this room. No instructions. One look, and he knows what to do, knows what I want.
He once told me my amber eyes give everything away, and even in the moonlight of this room that holds so many ghosts of our past, I lock onto his eyes, begging him to chase them away.
Just for tonight.
He hooks a thumb in my panties, easing me up to my knees so he can rip them from me. His fingers expertly find the place I ache for him, and his mouth returns to my neck.
“I want to taste you, Penny…” he growls into my ear, and I buck my hips against his hand, needing the friction. He fills me with another finger, and I take it. I roll my hips into his touch, but Jesse snaps his hand away, leaving me empty and pouting in his face.
“Ah-ah, not so fast. Be patient, and I’ll make you feel good.”
The bulge of his length presses into me, barely contained by his black boxers, ink weaving into his forbidden fruit, and I snake a finger under the waistband and watch his dark pupils grow into the emerald field around them.
Jesse grabs my wrist with a quick cockiness. “You’re not listening to me,princess.” His voice is strained, white flashing under his lips.
He flips me over, and my head hits the pillow, eyes trained on him as he crawls back.
I writhe against his strong grip. Seconds go by before his tongue is licking up my center. My back arches at the hot touch of him.
He adds a finger, moving his tongue in a way that has me wondering how anyone could be thisgood, but I push the thoughts from my head, focusing on this man worshipping my trembling body.
I whimper as he adds two more long fingers, stretching me. Quickly, a hand clamps my mouth, his arm extended up my side. He pulls away, and desperation sears through me as I drip for him, his mouth hovering just over my core, not touching me.
“Be a good girl and stay quiet,” he instructs, and every instinct in me to be feisty dissipates into thin air.
Falling silent under his hand, I nudge his head back down to satiate me, eyes rolling back as he devours me like I’m the most delicious treat he’s ever tasted.
Nothing else exists while he’s worshipping me, and it could’ve been seconds, or minutes, I have no idea, but his hand clamps down on my mouth as a wave of ecstasy rolls through me. My whole body shudders against the damp comforter, my muffled whimpers filling the air…his name on the tip of my tongue…his tongue torturing me as I continue to drown under his spell.
He releases me from his hold, sits up, hair messy, eyes full of lust, looking down at the puddle he’s left me in.
It’s impossible thatthisis the guy who broke my heart.
