Page 90 of Dirty Like Me
“That may be true, but I’m not just saying it. The fans love you. They love that I’m in love with a regular girl, not some celebrity.” He ran his thumb over my nipple again and his lips quirked. “Brody’s calling us the great Canadian love story.”
I grinned. “Uh-huh.” I mean, it was thrilling, really. I didn’t mind being the “regular girl” in this particular love story, swept off my feet by the super-sexy hero. I just didn’t like how the story was going to end. “Except that it’s a lie. Which still feels weird to me. Being envied… and being judged for things that aren’t even true.”
He laid his hand on the side of my face and stroked his thumb over my bottom lip. “Don’t let it bother you, Katie. None of it’s real anyway.”
My stomach fell at those words, but I just nodded.
“How could any of it be real?” he went on. “What the fuck does the world know about what’s really going on in people’s private lives?”
I shrugged. “Nothing, I guess.”
“Not a fuck of a lot, anyway.”
He kissed me, and I tried to let it go. “We just need some more,” he mumbled between kisses.
“More?”
“More volcano sex.”
I laughed.
“That’s better. Don’t make me fuck that sad look right off your face.”
I laughed harder and kissed him. The man had a way of making everything feel better.
I even felt less ashamed of my floundering ambition since our pot-induced discussion about my art. In fact, sharing the details of how my life had gone so off-track with Jesse made it all seem kind of trivial and a hell of a lot less daunting, like a blip in the road, in the past, that I could finally put behind me.
He pulled back and looked at me with his dark, hooded, ready-to-fuck eyes. “You wore your glasses tonight,” he said, and licked his lip.
“Um… yeah?” Seriously? He liked my glasses?
He slipped his hand up my skirt, in full view of Jude, who was sitting on the couch next to ours. “And your little white panties.”
I bit my lip and met Jude’s gaze. He looked away. I squirmed as Jesse brushed his thumb between my legs. I leaned in and told him, “You have no shame.”
He pulled me closer. “Tell me, Katie Bloom. What do I have to be ashamed about?”
I didn’t have an answer for that.
He stroked my clit and I tried to squeeze my thighs together a little to keep control. I was unraveling at his touch, but more embarrassed than usual to be doing it in public. It was unnerving. It was also dizzying, exhilarating, and hot as fuck.
“I’ve never known anyone like you,” I said.
“It scares you.”
My heart beat in my throat. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he pulled my panties aside. He slipped his finger along the soft, slick flesh of my pussy… then pushed inside me.
My mouth dropped open.
He kissed my bottom lip, lapped his tongue into my mouth, and then we were going at it. He fingered me as we made out, his thumb rubbing against my clit. The sweet friction built, fast, heat swelling in my core. I kissed him hard, holding on tight as the pleasure gripped my body.
“Oh, God.” I pulled away a bit, panting for breath, dangling just on the edge. “Not here,” I begged.
He stroked me softly, his finger still inside me. My head spun. I needed to come so badly, and I could. Jesse wanted me to. But I just wanted to savor this feeling, sitting in his lap with his hand between my legs, blood and breath and pure ecstasy coursing through my body.
I took a long, deep breath.
Free. I wasn’t used to feeling thisfree.
