Beneath This Man(36)

'Yes!'

'You want this every day?'

'Yes!' I cry. I really do!

He yanks my hair tighter and grinds his hips harder. 'Say it then.' he growls. I feel the wound up coils snapping inside me as I fly into a bottom pit of pure pleasure beneath him. All reason is lost as he takes ownership of my body, soul and mind.

'Yes! Yes! Yes! Fucking hell. Yes!' I scream.

'Watch your f*cking mouth!' His booming voice is piercing as he joins me in my pleasure and releases my hair before punching his fist into the mattress. That had to hurt! He pushes himself into me as deep as he can and holds himself there, his head rolling back.

He groans.

I feel his hot release pumping deep into me, and I bring my hands down from the headboard to rest on his chest. His head drops, his eyes find mine and he slowly circles his hips against me, easing us both down.

'That wasn't so hard, was it?' His voice is hoarse and dry.

I smooth his solid chest under my palms. 'I was under the influence.' I say, and then mentally slap myself for my poor choice of words.

He can't hold me to this, surely. But then I realise...this is Jesse, my unreasonable control freak. He can, and he will.

He smiles a glorious, full smile and kisses me tenderly, then rolls us over so I'm sprawled across this chest. His finger traces the column of my spine and he smoothes my hair. I snuggle happily into him.

He sighs.

'I can't be with you every second of the day.' I say thoughtfully, though how I feel right now, it's tempting. Why wouldn't I want this day and night, and a little bit between as well?

He exhales, long and wearily. 'I know you can't. I wish you could.'

'I have a job, a life.'

'I want to be your life.' he says quietly.

'You are.' I argue softly. He can be so vulnerable and delicate, and I know I'm the answer to that. It is miles away from the domineering brute who just f*cked some sense into me. Is it sense, though, or just pure craziness?


I'm freezing cold. I wince at the invasion of light that's attacking my eyes as I open them and bolt upright in bed.

Where is he?

I brush my hair out of my face, jump out of bed and rush into the bathroom. He's not there. In a blind panic, I hot foot it downstairs and skid to a stop at the kitchen entrance.

'Morning.' He puts his coffee down and gets up from the island, walking casually towards me. It's like I'm looking at a different man. Have I dreamt the last couple of days?

He is fully clad in a charcoal grey suit, crisp white shirt and a soft pink tie. He's clean shaven, his messy blonde hair has been manipulated to the side and his green eyes are twinkling in delight. He looks stunning.

'Urh...morning.' I stutter. I'm confused.

He reaches for me and wraps an arm around my waist, then hoists me off my feet and up to his lips. 'Sleep well?' he asks, brushing his lips against mine.

'Hmmm.' I hum. I'm staggered. I was sure that I would be set for battle this morning with Mr Challenging.

'You see, this is exactly why I want you here morning, noon and night.' he muses.

'Why?' I ask on a frown. So he can do this every morning? Maybe moving in with him wouldn't be such a bad idea after all.

He lets me slide down his front, then stands back to look me up and down. He clasps his newly shaved chin with his bad hand and arches a brow on a mild grin.

Oh f*cking hell! I'm naked!

'Shit!' I turn and make a hasty retreat to the stairs.

I don't get very far. He catches me halfway up, wrapping his arm around my waist and lifting me from my feet. 'Watch your mouth!' He turns and takes me back to the kitchen, sitting me on the breakfast bar.

'Oh!' I yelp, as the coldness of the marble spreads across my bare backside.

He laughs and separates my thighs before settling himself between them. 'I want you to come down for breakfast every morning just like this.' He trails his finger from my knee to the apex of my thighs. I'm more than awake now. I'm tense too.

'You're confident I'm going to be here every morning.' I say as casually as any woman can when a God-like creature is lightly brushing his forefinger across her pubic hair. I'm trying to display a cool and casual demeanor, but I'm rigid, and he knows it. Anyway, he can't hold me to things when I've agreed to them mid-orgasm.

He's fighting a grin. 'I am confident, because you said yes. Or was it...' He looks up to the ceiling in deep thought and then back at me. 'Oh, I remember. It was...yes, yes, yes, f*cking hell, yes!' He loses the battle to restrain his grin and the corner of his mouth lifts cheekily as he slips his finger inside me.