It's All Relative(101)
Jessie groaned as she squirmed against his body. She could feel the tension coiling within her, begging for release. Just hearing him talk about it was driving her crazy. “Stop,” she gasped, her hand in his hair tightening, releasing, then tightening again. “Stop talking about it, Kai.” Desire surged through her in pulses, as she struggled to remember that it was not okay to want him. They couldn’t just forget who they were, no matter how much they wanted to.
She rubbed her lips against the warm skin of his throat, wishing desperately that she could kiss him. His fingers drifted off the edge of her breast, then fell to her hip. “I remember driving into you,” he murmured, his hand clenching her hip. “I remember coming in you…and it’s killing me, Jessie.”
His hand suddenly shifted. He ran his fingers up her loose shorts, just to the edge of her underwear. The proximity was too much for Jessie. With a low moan, she dropped her head back. He was going to bring her to release and he hadn’t even really touched her yet. It was so wrong. It was so right. He groaned as he pressed his lips against her neck. “I don’t see you as Jessica Marie. I see you as Jessie, my Jessie, and I want you. God help me, I still want you.” His ran his hand up the side of her hip and fisted her underwear.
Pulling back, Jessie grabbed his face with both hands. Bringing her lips so close they were almost touching his, she fiercely whispered, “I want you too. God, so much. What do we do, Kai?”
Feeling restless, unsatisfied, and confused, Jessie wanted him to turn her away and lie her down. His breath was heavy as he clenched and unclenched her underwear. She was positive he wanted to rip them apart, but he was stopping himself from doing it. After another painful second, Kai exhaled in frustration and pulled his hand away. “Nothing, Jessie. We do nothing…”
Disappointment flooded through her, overwhelming her reasoning. Do nothing? No. The ache buried deep inside her was too great to ignore. Jessie didn’t think she could “do nothing” anymore. It was too late. She needed him too much. She’d missed him too much. She wanted him too much…
Yanking his face back to hers, she made that connection that they both needed, that they’d both longed for. Her lips wrapped around his and groaning, he automatically began moving against her. They explored each other, and just like before, everything faded away but the electrifying sensation of the movement. As his tongue glided along hers, igniting her, nothing else mattered. Not any of the reasons she’d had to push him away, not any of the reasons he’d had to pull away from her. The only thing that mattered now was how much he meant to her and how much his touch enflamed her.
As his hands moved to her waist, frantically pulling her into him, hers trailed down his chest. Stopping at the edge of his shirt, she began lifting the fabric away from his body. Kai broke apart from their kiss when he realized what she was doing. Looking down, he paused only a fraction of a second before helping her remove his light shirt.
Jessie’s fingers trailed over his tattoo before drifting down his abdomen. His eyes fluttered at her touch and he leaned in to find her mouth. Between their passionate kisses, Jessie muttered, “I love your tattoo. I love that no one else here has seen it.”
Groaning in her mouth, Kai ran his fingers to the edge of her shirt. Achingly slow, he slid the fabric up her stomach. Jessie helped him once he reached her chest, and tossed the worn sleepwear over her shoulder. Reaching for his face, she brought his lips back to her mouth. Now that she had him, she couldn’t get enough.
His palm came up to cup her bare breast, his thumb running over her nipple. “I love the way you feel under my fingers,” he whispered.
Jessie allowed the erotic moan to escape her. There was no point in holding back now. Tilting her head to the side, she directed his mouth to her neck. Hissing in a quick breath, his lips and tongue stroked a tender spot in the crook near her shoulder. Jessie panted his name as fire shot through her. She tangled her fingers through his hair while he stroked her chest, squeezed her nipple. His lips returned to hers, his breath and movements filled with urgency. Lost in the moment, she drove her tongue through his parted lips.
Panting, he mumbled, “God, I love how you taste.”
Knowing he didn’t mean her mouth made the pulsing ache grow painful. She needed him so much. Her hands traveled down his chest. “I love the shape of you,” she breathed.
An erotic noise escaped his lips and Jessie knew he realized she wasn’t talking about his physique. His hand left her breast and grabbed a fistful of her hair. Twisting it, he sighed, “I love your hair.”
Kai gently pulled on it and Jessie sucked in a quick breath as bolts of electricity sizzled along her skin. Grabbing his face, she pushed their eager mouths apart so she could stare into his unbelievable blue-green gaze. “I love your eyes,” she whispered, her own hooded with desire.
With a sound very similar to a growl, he reattached himself to her lips; the passion in his kiss stole her breath for a few seconds. Groaning he uttered, “God, I love how it feels to be inside you.”
Dropping her head back, Jessie pushed her chest against his. Kai’s hands slipped down her hair to her back. He pulled her onto his lap, and hovering above him on her knees, she stared down at him. The firelight danced across their bodies as desire danced across their eyes. “I love how it feels when you’re inside of me,” she whispered, lowering herself onto his lap.