Page 3 of Bad for You

“Jesse?”

He didn’t move.

I tiptoed to the side of the bed and pressed my hand to his chest. “Grifter?”

His hand curled around my wrist and he tugged. I fell forward, landing against his chest, and he buried his nose in my hair.

“Babe,” he said against my ear. “Christ, you smell nice.”

My belly swooped at his rough, sexy voice. God, it promised lots of dirty things. “I couldn’t let you leave without coming to talk to you.”

“Fuck talking,” he gritted out, hands going to my butt.

He squeezed and I couldn’t help it, I giggled like a lunatic. He was happy to see me. I knew it. He did regret ending it between us.

I’d envisioned, so many times the last month, how this would go down. But this wasn’t one of them. I mean, the ending up in his bed part, yes. The how I got here, definitely not.

His mouth was at my neck, my jaw, kissing me, sucking on my skin, making me squirm, making me forget everything but his strong arms, his hard body pressed against mine. I pulled off my glasses and put them on the table by the bed as his lips found mine. He kissed me like he was trying to break some kind of Guinness kissing record and rolled, covering me with his much larger body.

“I thought you’d be mad at me for coming here,” I said, my face flaming hot with need and embarrassment as he tugged my sweater up. All the way up. It was bunched under my arms, exposing my bra.

I made a little squeak as he tugged down the lace covering one of my breasts and it spilled out.

He groaned and dipped his head, his mouth catching one of my nipples as he burrowed a hand between us and undid my jeans. He sucked my nipple harder and I gasped, bucking under him.

This was more than we’d ever done. Grifter and I had made out, a lot. He’d felt me up over my clothes, but he’d gone slow with me. Jesse was used to girls who were more experienced, but he’d seemed okay with what we’d been doing.

“Jesse?” Yes, I’d come here tonight to give myself to him, but something seemed off, was different. He was different.

“Jesse…?”

“You feel so good, baby.”

Zaps shot through my belly, lower, at his growled-out words.

He was moving fast, but it’s not like I was a virgin.

I’d had sex with my ex, Jarod—we’d dated for six months—and okay, it had only been once, and looking back, I’m not sure it could even be classified as that since it lasted like five seconds. But it had happened, even if I’d been actively trying to scrub it from my mind ever since.

What happened after, the things Jarod said, filled my mind, and my nerves started to get the better of me.

Stop it.

I’d let those memories of Jarod get in my head when I’d been seeing Jesse before. I wouldn’t let it happen again.

No, Jesse would never make me feel the way Jarod had.

Jesse kissed his way up my body, his mouth coming down on mine again, and he groaned against my lips, like he couldn’t get enough of me.

His jean-covered thighs worked their way between mine, and he ground down, pressing into me.

“So sexy,” he said and started rolling his hips. He did that for a while, rubbing against me. It felt…okay, I guess. The bed squeaked and shook as he dry humped, well, rutted, against my inner thigh. I wasn’t even getting the friction I needed anymore.

“Um…Jesse…”

His movements became agitated. “Fuck. Suck my dick…get me hard.”

Um what?