Jagged pleasure caused her eyes to widen, her breath to stop for a moment as it overwhelmed her. She shook as he went slow, allowing her to experience every second of sensation.
“That’s what I wanted.” The sexiest grin lit his face as he pushed back inside her body. “Now I can do my worst. You’re going to come for me.”
He forced her back on his cock, but she was eager for it now. She knew what it brought and couldn’t wait for the downstroke to bring its crazy pleasure. She tried to hold him, wanted him inside her all the time. He let go, fucking her hard.
Time seemed to slow, giving her what she wanted. More time with him. More connection. She held on to him, her nails sinking in, but he didn’t seem to mind. He groaned a little then ground into her with a low growl. Over and over he thrust and retreated, pressure and pleasure becoming one.
“Knew I wouldn’t last,” he said on a panting breath. His thumb covered her clit and he pressed down. “Come for me, Phoebe.”
He rotated her clit and then his cock hit just the right space. Her whole body shook under the force of her orgasm and it seemed to send him straight into his own.
Jesse held himself tight against her and she felt the heat of his release. When he fell forward, she wrapped her arms around him, blood pumping through her body in a pleasant rhythm. She held him, arms and legs tangled, stroking his hair because for the first time he was really hers.
And she was about to lose him.
His head came up and he kissed her, a light touch of the lips. His eyes were serious as he stared down at her. “Tell me your secret.”
She nodded because it was time.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Jesse watched as she came out of the bathroom. He knew alarm bells should have been going off. She’d dressed, putting on jeans and a long-sleeved blouse, though she’d left off her normal makeup. Her hair was in a conservative bun.
It looked like she’d pulled all her armor around her, ready for his inevitable harsh rejection.
Yep, all the alarms should have been going off, but she’d really only tripped his drama-llama alarm. He had to give it to her. His future wife was very dramatic.
He sat on the bed as she paced and wondered if he should look more worried. He’d never been a great actor, but he could probably pull off more concern. Maybe he should try to rage a little at whatever the hell she was about to tell him.
Wait. He’d just thought of something that might give him pause. “Did you start life as a man? It’s not a deal breaker because they did a fabulous job on that pussy. I’m serious. If that’s man-made, then bravo medicine.”
Her jaw dropped. It was good to know he could still surprise her. “This is serious, Jesse.”
“So not a dude?”
“No, asshole. I’m not a dude.”
“Carry on then.” He waited. It looked like he was going to do a lot of that since she was right back to pacing.
“I’m trying to figure out how to say this.”
“Words are good.” Although if she wanted to draw it out, he would let her. He wasn’t great at Pictionary though.
There were tears in her eyes when she looked back at him. “Will you please stop joking?”
Damn it. He hadn’t meant to make this harder on her. He got up and closed the distance between them. “I’m sorry. I’ll be serious.”
She didn’t push him away when he reached for her. “It’s bad.”
“Okay. Then you should just tell me. You should just get it out.”
“I have to set it up first.” After a second, she stepped back.
He took it as his cue to move back into “audience” mode. She seemed to need to play out this scene, and he was going to let her. Afterward, he would take control again and he would let her know that whatever deep dark secret she held wasn’t going to come between them ever again. “All right. I’m listening.”
“My husband’s name was James, Jamie. He was probably the first real friend I ever made. There were some in a couple of the foster homes, but mostly I tried to keep to myself. My mom OD’d when I was a kid. I spent most of our time together taking care of her, hiding stuff from the authorities when a teacher got suspicious. After she died, I really shut down. It wasn’t all bad, but none of the good stuff stuck with me until I met my dad and Jamie and Ten.”
He was curious about her background. No file could really tell him what it was like for her. Despite the fact that he’d had a home, he’d been as lonely as she was. “Your dad wanted to recruit you?”