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“You know.” The blush deepened. “So… volcanic.”
I laughed and pulled her onto my lap, so she straddled me in her tiny cut-offs.
“I’m serious,” she said, her eyebrows pinching together.
“I know you are.” I yanked her closer against me so she could feel me getting hard for her. “But you say it like it’s some fluke…” I brushed her hair out of her face. “You’re fucking molten hot, Katie.”
Then I rolled over, taking her with me, and started peeling off her clothes like I’d been dying to do all morning.
CHAPTER 25
KATIE
Jesse’s hand skimmed over my breast. My nipple peaked in response and I glanced around.
We were sitting in the very dark back corner of a packed club, after his Miami show. Actually, I was sitting across Jesse’s lap. I’d worn a halter top with no bra and he’d been eye-fucking me and groping me like crazy ever since he got off stage.
Good to know that hadn’t changed since we started having sex.
He rubbed his thumb over my taut nipple, then tugged the thin fabric of my shirt aside, baring the side of my breast—the side in front of his face. He nuzzled against me, his tongue flicking out to lick my nipple. I glanced around again but I didn’t think anyone could see. Still, I turned into him a little more to block what he was doing from the rest of the room.
He took the opportunity to suck my nipple into his mouth. I let him suck on it for a few seconds, because really…ung. Then I wriggled free, grabbed his hair and tipped his head back, leaning in close to his face.
“What are you doing?”
“Helping you get your mojo back.” His nimble fingers sought out my nipple and plucked at it gently.
“Uh…” I breathed as the pleasure throbbed through me. “Right now?”
“Yeah. Right now.” He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and bit it gently.
“Here?”
“Mmm…” he said between kisses. “Why not?”
Why not?
Maybe because today Devi had sent me a link to some pictures of me online. Unflattering pictures. I mean, I looked fine in them. I was smiling and dancing, but I was smiling and dancing with Pepper. And Letty. And a bunch of other guys who weren’t Jesse. Because someone at the bar had taken photos of us when we were celebrating Pepper’s birthday. And now they were online, making me look like a major flirt.
It wasn’t like it was the first time there were pictures of me online. Since we’d started the tour, Jesse and I were all over the place. Devi sent links to me almost daily, though I tried not to click on all of them. It was too much for my brain to process, but the fact was there were probably hundreds, if not thousands of photos of us out there already.
But this was the first time there were pictures of me partyingwithoutJesse, and I didn’t like what they implied.
Jesse caught my chin and pulled my face to his. “Hey. You okay?”
“Yeah. Just… embarrassed.”
“About what?”
“You know. Those pictures.”
“Babe. You’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about.”
“But when we agreed to this deal you said I couldn’t get involved with anyone else. I wasn’t supposed to do anything to make you look bad. Those pictures kinda implied—”
He wrapped his arms around me. “You didn’t make me look bad, cherry pie. You could never make me look anything but good.”
I rolled my eyes. “You’re just saying that because you’re all horny and there’s no blood left in your head.”
