Desertion
Page 103“Bell?” someone calls, pulling me out of my lust induced fog.
“Sorry?” I look up, my cheeks warming when I see everyone’s eyes on me.
“Your dress, it’s so pretty.” Kelly’s lip twitches when her gaze travels down to my lap to see Jesse’s finger tracing small circles on my knee.
“Ahh, thanks. I picked it up today.” I push Jesse’s hand away only for him to find his way back. The table, now totally aware of the tension, watch with open amusement.
“We picked it up,” Jesse corrects further, laying his claim.
“That’s right, you have good taste, Jesse.” I turn my head an inch to look his way.
“I do, but I’ve decided it could be better,” he taunts, his cocky grin coming out to play.
“Better, how?” I bite, wondering where he’s going with this.
“I’d like it better on the floor of my hotel room.” His smile is blinding as he waits for my reaction.
“You love it.” His mouth moves closer to my ear, and drags out the three words.
“I used to,” I correct him, even if I am lying. I still hate he’s right. I do love it and I do love him. I never stopped.
“You love it, Bell. And you love me.” His hand cups the back of my neck, preventing me from pulling away from him. The room around us disappears and the tension between us skyrockets to new levels.
“I do love you, Jesse,” I croak, no longer able to resist the truth, my throat restricting with emotion. How does he manage to do this to me? “But maybe that’s not enough,” I say, knowing I’m failing at putting my barriers up. Jesse has a way of working his way through them and nestling in around me.
“Sweetheart, it’s fucking more than enough.” He rests his forehead against mine and closes his eyes. “Your love is enough for me, Bell. This time apart has been fucking hard on me, I won’t lie. But we needed it. I fucking needed it. It made me see that the love I have for you is also enough. You’re mine. I finally see what you’ve been trying to show me.” A quiver of electricity moves through me, igniting my senses. This is the Jesse I loved. The man who stole my heart.
His grip on the back of my neck tightens as if to ask ‘are you with me?’ My eyes move to his lips, my pulse quickens, and a soft sigh of defeat leaves me.
“Please, baby, tell me to kiss you before I break my promise and not feel bad for one fucking second.”
“Kiss me, Jesse.” His eyes search mine for the barest of moments before his lips come crashing to my mouth. I open instantly, my tongue and his reuniting and dancing in sync. His mouth is like a memory and takes me back to when I fell in love with him, when I gave myself to him. Without breaking the kiss, Jesse pulls me closer, stands and begins walking us out of the bar.
“I called it. Wedding night. Pay up, people,” Kelly yells, revealing a bet at our expense. I don’t have time to feel embarrassed or pissed. All my mind can think about is having Jesse back in my life again. In my heart.
“Be back,” Jesse breaks our kiss and shouts back at our group.
“Jesse, this is rude. What if Holly and Sy come back?” I argue, before he silences me with his lips.
“You heard them. They knew this was going to happen. Even you knew I’d have my cock inside of your pussy before this weekend was over. Don’t deny it, Bell.” He drops me to my feet and takes my hand.
“Where are we going?” I ask, looking back at Kadence and Kelly waving us off.
“My cock is so fucking angry right now, if I don’t sink into you in the next five minutes, I’m afraid we are going to have problems.” I giggle at his serious tone. “You think this is funny?” he asks, hitting the elevator call button. I nod just as the door opens. Jesse pushes me in, hits our floor button, then his mouth is on me again. My body molds to him, my leg wrapping around him.
“Jesus, fuck, I’ve missed your taste,” he groans as he slides his hand up my leg to my thigh and then underneath my dress.
“I’ve missed you so much, Jesse,” I moan. His lips trail down my neck pressing into my skin and branding me with desperate need.
“What?” I ask, playing coy.
“Is this for me, Bell?” he asks, dropping to his knees for a better view. Holding on to the rail, I look down my body to Jesse. His hands bunch up my dress, his face in line with my freshly shaved pussy.
“Why aren’t you wearing any panties, Bell?” Dipping forward, he runs his nose along my lower lips.
“I couldn’t wear any with this dress,” I breathe, spreading my legs wider, desperate for him to touch me. He breathes me in again, but doesn’t part me. Doesn’t run his finger though my wetness to see how much I need him. He just stays kneeling on the elevator floor, his face against my mound.
“Please, Jesse,” I beg, pushing my hips forward, needing more.
“What do you need, baby?” He looks up at me, a new wave of arousal shining in his eyes.
“More, I need more,” I plead. I don’t even care that I’m standing half-naked in an elevator.
“You want whoever is watching the elevator cameras to see me eat out my woman? You want that, Bell?” Jesse asks. Holy Hell! Yes, I want that.