I pressed a kiss into the bend of his neck as I guided him closer. Once he was right where he needed to be, I wrapped my legs around his h*ps and removed my hands.
A sheen of sweat covered his entire face and his chest was rising and falling so quickly, I wasn’t sure how he managed to get out words, but he did. “I love you.” He kissed me as sweetly as he’d ever kissed me before.
“I know,” I replied, running my hands down his face.
His h*ps flexed, and he moved inside of me. I cried out and curled my hands into his hair. He moved so slowly and carefully inside of me, almost like I was the virgin. When he was as deep inside as he could go, he trembled and lowered his mouth to my ear. He didn’t say anything. He just inhaled and exhaled, letting me keep pace with him.
“See?” I said, tightening my muscles around him. “Feels pretty damn great, doesn’t it?”
Jesse groaned when I squeezed him again. “It’s f**king beautiful,” he breathed, and then he started moving inside of me.
I could tell he was trying to go slow, to take his time, but that wasn’t a favor I needed. So I lifted my h*ps and rocked against him at a quicker tempo until he’d caught my pace.
“It’s all right, Jesse,” I said. “You can come if you’re ready.”
“I’ve been about to come ever since you took your dress off. I’m just trying to live up to my end of the deal.”
“Believe me,” I said, fisting my hands deeper into his hair, “I’m there. I’m just waiting for you. Please don’t make me wait any longer.”
“Thank,” he panted, moving deep inside of me, “God.”
If I wasn’t so close to my cl**ax, I would have laughed at the relief flooding his expression. Instead, I lifted my h*ps and moved against him, bringing us both closer.
“Rowen,” he sighed, and when he started groaning and moving inside of me like he couldn’t move fast enough, I knew he’d found his release. I followed him one moment later, and as my body fell apart around him, all I could do was repeat his name. Over and over. Until the only word I knew was his name.
Even after his orgasm had ripped through his body, he held his weight carefully above me. He didn’t collapse on top of me in a post-sex haze like I knew I would have if our positions had been reversed.
His breathing took a couple of minutes to even out and, as soon as it did, he lowered his mouth to my ear. “That was one hell of a dance.”
Chapter Fifteen
If I could spend the rest of my life na**d and tangled up with Jesse Walker post-O, I’d never once feel like I was missing out on anything.
It had started to rain a few minutes earlier, and the droplets hitting the roof created a soothing song. The air coming in from the window had that fresh rain scent, and that, combined with the scent of Jesse’s skin, was a powerful aphrodisiac. If we hadn’t just finished doing it five minutes ago, we’d be doing it right now.
“How are you doing up there?” I asked, tilting my head back from where it rested on his chest. “You’re awfully quiet.”
Jesse’s fingers continued their lazy pattern up and down my back as I lifted up onto an elbow beside him. “I’m still speechless,” he said, grinning up at the ceiling.
“Pretty good, right?”
“Pretty good is an insult to what that just was,” he said, shaking his head. “Speechless is really the best way to describe it.”
“Was it as good as you were expecting?”
He grinned. “Better.”
“I still can’t believe you waited this long to have sex. What were you waiting for?” I teased, tickling my fingers down his sides. “Marriage?”
Jesse rolled onto his side so his face was level with mine. He skimmed his knuckles down my face. “No. I was waiting for you.”
Those words earned him one hell of a passionate kiss. After we’d come up for air and I managed to somewhat recompose myself, I asked my next question in the how-could-Jesse-be-a-virgin file.
“So I get that you and Josie decided to wait, but what about after you two broke up? I’m sure you could have had your pick of whatever girl you wanted for a one-night, no-strings-attached roll in the hay.”
“Maybe. Maybe not,” he said with a shrug. “But it wasn’t the physical part of the relationship I missed the most. It was the companionship. And a guy doesn’t need a girl to . . .”
I stuck my tongue into my cheek to keep from laughing as Jesse fumbled for the right word. After a few more seconds, I came to the rescue. “Get off?”
Jesse shot me a sheepish smile. “I was going for something that didn’t sound so dirty, but yeah, that’s what I was getting at.”
“And now?” I said. “Now that you’ve felt what sex with a woman and not your hand”—I arched my eyebrows—“is like, do you still think you wouldn’t miss the physical part of the relationship as much as the companionship part?”
His eyes widened, followed by an emphatic shake of his head. “I’m in big trouble, because now I know what I’d be missing.”
“I know, right? Those virgins are nuts enough”—I winked down at him—“but those born-again virgins are straight off the loony farm.”
Jesse chuckled and pulled me closer. “Call me nuts all you want, but I’m glad Josie wasn’t my first.”
The mention of Josie and firsts reminded me of a conversation I’d had earlier. I cinched my arm tighter around him, almost like I was trying to protect him. “I’m sorry about what happened with Josie and Garth. She told me last night, and I can’t imagine . . .”