Falling Down(45)

He starts taking the stairs two at a time.
"Hang on, baby, you're in for a bumpy ride."




Chapter Nine
Lucy
"Did you just use a key pad to unlock your bedroom?"
"Yep."
"Why on earth…?" I ask as I'm hanging upside down, considering biting his tight ass.
He gently sets me to my feet, holding me up while I get reoriented.
"We used to throw tons of parties--"
"Not anymore?" I interrupt.
Jesse walks over and relocks the door and I fight the urge to press a hand to my belly to calm down those freaking butterflies mosh pitting in there.
"Sometimes. Not nearly as much as we used to."
"Let me guess. Women like to go into your room and snoop, take things, or lay there naked waiting for you."
Jesse grins. "Lucy, I really love the way you think."
"Are you trying to tell me I'm wrong?"
"Nope."
"Good, because if you did I'd call you a liar."
His grin fades fast. He walks closer to me and runs the pad of his index finger down my cheek. "There's one thing you'll learn about me, Cupcake. I don't lie."
"Oh come on, Jesse. Everyone lies."
"Not about stuff like that. Not about the important stuff."
"Who decides what's important?"
"Well, right now that'd be me and I'm deciding that it's really important for you to press that body up against mine so I can get you naked."
I walk up to him and do just that--press myself against him. He's close to a foot taller than me, even with my three-inch heels, so I'm not able to wrap my arms around his neck as I'd like to. I rest my hands on his chest and I just can't believe this is real.
I'm standing here with Jesse Kingston--the six feet three inch rocker, school girl crush, and one sexy motherf*cker. I do a mental head shake.
His finger rests gently under my chin and raises my face so I'm looking at him. He looks so serious. I suppose this is serious.
"I like when you look at me, Lucy. I want you to watch me while I make you mine," he leans down and kisses my lips. My eyes drift closed when his tongue slips in and tangles with mine. He tastes so good. He smells fantastic with his signature Jesse scent of ocean, sandalwood, and yum.
His hands drift to my back, sliding up and down, down, down until he cups my ass and pulls me closer to him. I let out a soft moan and he breaks the kiss.
"The noises you make are so f*cking hot."
I blush. I can't help it.
"I don't want you to help it. I want you to keep doing it."
Shit. I didn't mean to say that out loud.
His hands slide up my back and his lips lick, kiss, and nip at my neck and jaw. I can't keep my eyes open but I don't think he minds right now. He can't see me anyway.
What if he finds my body lacking when he gets me naked? I mean, I'm not really big-chested like a lot of the fake groupie whores he's been with, I'm sure. I'm a very modest C-cup--meaning I could get away with a B cup if I had to, depending on the fit.
"I don't think I'm doing this right if you're still thinking," he murmurs against my neck.
"I'm sorry."
"Uh-uh. No need for sorries no matter what, alright?" he asks meeting my gaze. I nod and he nods back. "Do you want to talk about it?"
I try to look away but he won't let me.
"No hiding. You've got no reason to hide here, Lucy. It's just me and you."
I blow out a breath. "That's just it."
"What?"
"It's you."
"What do you mean?"
I step back and walk over to the table next to the bed and kick my shoes off. I throw my arms up. "It's you!"