And then he captured my mouth in a heated kiss, softer this time, his mouth and tongue setting the slower pace. He knew how to kiss, I’d give him that. Some guys just shoved their tongues down your throat. His kissing was almost like an art form. Just a little bit of tongue, enough to tease. Enough to make you want more. Want it all.

He pulled away and his gaze skated down my body. “You’re gorgeous, Jess.”

Chapter Fourteen

Nate

If Jessie wanted to be with me then I’d treat her like she deserved. But Jesus fuck I was beyond turned on by this girl. Never have I seen a girl’s body with tattoos up close.

I continued kissing her full and soft mouth nice and slow, dragging my tongue along the seam of her lips and then dipping its tip inside to meet hers. She was trembling and making this impatient noise in the back of her throat.

I didn’t understand it. She seemed to want more—like she wasn’t about to settle for what I was giving her, which was totally tripping with my head. But wasn’t this how all girls wanted it? Made to feel delicate and tantalizing while you were with them.

I’d always kept my other wild desires tucked safely away. Even when Jessie and I joked about the monster in my pants, I was really using it as a metaphor for that other hidden part of me, and now I wondered if she somehow knew. That deep inside I was really referring to something else.

Now Jessie grabbed at my hair and her tongue slashed past my lips. We were kissing in that frantic way again like we’d just been doing a few minutes earlier, as if we wanted to consume each other. And this was where I entered that gray area, where I was so goddamn cranked up by her, I thought I was going to fucking explode into a billion pieces.

I needed to take back control, but damn, the way she was kissing me was pure heaven. Just the way I always imagined I wanted it. With someone bold and free and hot as fuck.

I pulled away, attempting to gain authority over my breathing. Her lips were swollen and her eyes were wild. And her body was killer. Her breasts were practically hanging out of that black lace and all the artwork on her torso made me want to trace my tongue over every square inch. Never have I been with a girl who looked like her—like a painted canvas—and right now I felt like I was in over my head.

I reached out and traced the pad of my thumb over her lips and then down her throat. When I got to the middle of her chest, she whimpered and squirmed as if urging me on.

Her fingers reached behind her back to the clasp of her bra, as if she were unable to wait for me. Like she knew I was stalling. “Jessie, let me do it.”

She ignored me and unhooked it herself. “I don’t want to wait, Nate. You’re battling something. I can see it in your eyes.”

Her hands now cupped the lace over her breasts and my dick was rock solid. “If you want to stop, let’s stop. But if not . . . just let loose, Nate.”

“Fuck, Jessie. I want you, so bad. I’m just afraid if we . . .”

“Stop being afraid, goddamn it,” she blurted. “I’m asking you, begging you, to touch me. Touch me like I know you want to. Own me tonight.”

She tugged her bra down her arms in one fluid motion to let her breasts free. And that action tied with her unbelievable words seemed to speak to the darkness inside me. It was essentially my undoing.

Fuck me, this girl had the most gorgeous set of tits I’d ever laid eyes on. Large and swollen, with dark pink nipples—there was no way I could refrain from touching them. A replica of her camera was inked above her breast, which hands down, made her way hotter than any girl I’d ever gotten naked with.

The need in her eyes turned into unadulterated hunger and fueled that inner part of me that I was trying desperately to ignore. It was like she was the light to my darkness. The key to my enclosure.

Reaching out, I circled her nipple with my thumb and she closed her eyes on a moan.

“Please, Nate,” she ground out.

She was fucking begging me now, and that only emboldened me.

I leaned forward and began kissing her skin everywhere except the one place she wanted most. Her head fell back and a whimper rose from her throat.

“You want it bad, don’t you?” Something inside me kicked into higher gear. I allowed myself to let loose. Just a bit. “You need me to taste your nipples and I’m not doing it.”

“Yes.” Her body began trembling.

I nudged her back down on the bed and hovered over her. “You want my mouth on you?”

Her eyes blazed into mine. I didn’t see any fear in them, only desire and eagerness.

“You’re going to have to beg.” I grabbed hold of her arms and yanked them above her head, effectively keeping her hostage while my mouth assaulted hers. “Let me hear it.”

“Fuck, Nate,” she said all breathy. “Please . . . I need your mouth all over me.”

“That’s it.” I was beyond turned on. This was what I’d always wanted. Someone who’d let me play, allow me to stretch my wings and experiment in the bedroom. The tip of my tongue circled around one of her nipples and she almost sprang off the bed.

She attempted to rip her arms from my grasp, to touch me, but I wouldn’t allow it. “You keep your hands still, little firecracker, or I won’t lick you again. You hear me?”

Her eyes widened. “Yes.”

She immediately ceased struggling. I rewarded her by licking her other nipple and she exhaled in relief. But that wasn’t enough. For either of us.

“I’m going to free your hands but they need to stay up here like this,” I said, giving her fingers a squeeze. “Do you understand?”