She let herself feel for the first time in forever. Feel the strength of his body under her hands, feel his heat, let her heart beat in time with his, let her mind sink into the experience.
The first time she’d seen him, she’d thought that the universe wasn’t fair to hide such a coward under pretty skin and gorgeous eyes. When he’d shown up with that coffee, she’d poured it out. She’d gone home and cried and hated Ten for sending her. Why hadn’t he let her go? She’d been happy fading away.
Slowly, she’d come to know the real Jesse Murdoch. She’d come to think of herself as protecting him, not spying.
His hand was on her waist, moving down, and she thought about all the times she’d put him off. She could have been doing this with him for months. She could have been in his arms, in his bed. In the moment, it seemed like a silly thing to have given up on.
So good. His mouth felt good and right on hers. And that big hand of his felt really good as it moved on her thigh.
Too good. “Jesse, we can’t do this here.”
He shook his head and his hand moved up again, fingers teasing at the edge of her panties. “Everyone else is busy. No one’s going to bug us. Let me in. Just a little. I’ve wanted you for so long. Just a little, baby.”
He kissed her again, stopping the weak protest she wasn’t even sure she wanted to make. She gave over to him, his tongue plunging inside as she felt his fingers close to her core. She ran her hands up the strong muscles of his back and wanted to get rid of the material between them. Skin. She wanted to run her hands over his skin and really feel his heat.
“You want me.” He whispered the words as his fingers found the folds of her pussy.
“I shouldn’t.” Doubt started to creep back in. She shouldn’t want him because she’d promised to love one man for the rest of her life.
“Your pussy says differently, baby.” He groaned a little as he slid a finger up through her soaked pussy.
Pure pleasure swamped her senses, consigning her every good intention straight to hell. This was why she’d stayed away from Jesse Murdoch, erecting wall after wall to keep them apart. She’d always known that this man could blow through her every defense if she let him.
But the thought of never seeing him again…she couldn’t fight. She had to have this one beautiful moment with him. One physical memory to go with all the good days and nights she’d spent with him.
“You’re so fucking wet for me.” One finger slid through her labia and worked its way up to her clitoris. “Do you know how many nights I dreamed of this? How many nights I lay awake and thought about getting you underneath me? I wanted you to take my cock, Phoebe, but I thought I was too rough for you. I’m not too rough for you, am I?”
“God, no.” Not even close. She needed more. He was playing with her, but it had been so damn long, she felt like she couldn’t wait. She moved her hips, trying to get him to press down harder. She was close. She could feel the orgasm shimmering right on the edge of her consciousness. Just a few hard strokes and she would come.
It had been so long since she’d come.
She felt his free hand tug on her hair, lighting up her scalp and making her gasp. It didn’t hurt exactly. It was just enough to get her attention.
His face was enough to let her know he meant business. Sweet Jesse’s face had turned hard and demanding, his sensual lips curled in the sexiest little smirk. “No, sweetheart. Do you remember when I said this was going to be my way all the way? I’ve danced to your tune since the moment I met you, but this is where I rule. You want what I can give you, you better get used to following the rules, and rule number one is you obey me. Spread your legs wider.”
This wasn’t the Jesse she knew, but she’d sensed him under the surface. When she’d thought about him at Sanctum, she’d seen him like this. In control. Masterful.
She didn’t have to think. She merely had to obey and pleasure would be given to her.
Shit. She’d been reading way too many of Serena Dean-Miles’s books. She spread her knees wide, giving him access as he brought his fingers up. They glistened from the arousal coating her pussy. He stared at them for a minute before sucking them into his mouth, his blue eyes rolling back in what looked like pure pleasure as he sucked them clean.
“So goddamn sweet. Behave or we’ll have trouble. I know you think I’m an idiot, but I can handle you. I can make you fucking beg for me.”
“Please, Jesse.” Her whole consciousness was focused on one thing. This moment. This man. Everything else fell away. It was so easy when he was in control.
“Yeah, baby,” he growled against her ear. “This is going to please Jesse. This is going to make me feel so much better.”
He pushed aside her panties and two fingers worked inside her pussy as his thumb found her clit.
Her vision went blissfully fuzzy as he fucked those big fingers inside and worked that sensitive pearl.