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think it’s very fair that you’re still fully clothed,” he grinned wryly, propping himself up on his elbows.
“Then do something about it,” I teased and he bolted up, pulling me on top of him as he began fiddling with the buttons on my shirt until it hung open. “Now, that’s better.”
His lips found mine then and they moved slow and tenderly, as if he wanted to savor everything about the moment. It wasn’t rushed and urgent and as much as I wanted to speed things up and get to the good part, I found myself slowing down too, focusing on the movements of his body when I touched him in the just the right spot, the taste of his tongue as it met mine, and the slow moans that escaped from Jesse every so often. I tried to stay with the calm, easy way Jesse was leading us, but I didn’t last long. As his mouth continued moving slowly and deliberately while his hands explored my body, I felt myself twisting and turning beneath him, hoping my movements would encourage him to follow, but he didn’t. He laughed quietly, biting my lip playfully before whispering as his lips still dangled over mine.
“You have never been hotter than you are right now,” he began as my body continued its eager motions. “Knowing how badly you want it and knowing I can take all the time I want, just so I can continue to watch you like this.”
“You’re mean,” I whimpered breathlessly. “Please, Jesse.”
“Just be patient.” He kissed the tip of my nose and then sat above me, straddling me at the waist and staring down at me. The corners of his lips were curled up into a slight smile and the way his eyes pierced mine was almost more than I could take.
His fingertip met the skin of my sternum and he traced down slowly, causing each muscle to twitch at his delicate touch until it stopped at the top of my jeans. I started breathing harder in anticipation and Jesse immediately noticed.
“You really must learn some patience, Miss Regas,” he said softly with a seductive grin and then he undid the button and slowly pulled down the zipper. I knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer, no matter how cool and collected he was trying to play it. His grin vanished then and the playful look from a moment before transformed to serious urgency as he began to tug at my jeans.
Just then, the loud bellows of Rocky and Jasper cut through the quiet and we both stopped and looked towards the door.
“Just ignore them,” he said a moment later, turning his attention back to me, but then the sound of the doorbell echoed through the house. We both froze again and looked at each other. No one ever came to Jesse’s unexpectedly. He lived too far out in the sticks for surprise visitors. The doorbell rang again and Jesse eased himself off of me.
“What the hell?” he mumbled, finding his shirt from the floor and slipping it on. I pulled my pants back on and began fastening the buttons of my blouse again. He looked at me curiously and then motioned towards the door. “I’m gonna go see what’s going on. Wait here.”
I nodded, but when Jesse left the room, I followed and stood against the doorframe as he approached the front door. He opened it and I waited.
“Hello,” a deep voice began. I had no idea who it could be. No one came to Jesse’s without an invitation, let alone at 10:30 at night. “I’m Officer Delgado and this Officer Miller. We’re with the Kansas Highway Patrol. Are you Jesse Baylor, the son of Darryl Baylor?”
“Yes. What’s going on?” With those words, I immediately walked over to Jesse, resting my hand on his back when I reached him. I looked out and saw two men in full police uniforms standing at the doorstep. Behind them was a middle-aged woman, who looked serious and nervous. My heart started to pound as I realized something had to be terribly wrong.
“Can we come in?” Officer Delgado said and I could tell he was being careful with his words
“Then do something about it,” I teased and he bolted up, pulling me on top of him as he began fiddling with the buttons on my shirt until it hung open. “Now, that’s better.”
His lips found mine then and they moved slow and tenderly, as if he wanted to savor everything about the moment. It wasn’t rushed and urgent and as much as I wanted to speed things up and get to the good part, I found myself slowing down too, focusing on the movements of his body when I touched him in the just the right spot, the taste of his tongue as it met mine, and the slow moans that escaped from Jesse every so often. I tried to stay with the calm, easy way Jesse was leading us, but I didn’t last long. As his mouth continued moving slowly and deliberately while his hands explored my body, I felt myself twisting and turning beneath him, hoping my movements would encourage him to follow, but he didn’t. He laughed quietly, biting my lip playfully before whispering as his lips still dangled over mine.
“You have never been hotter than you are right now,” he began as my body continued its eager motions. “Knowing how badly you want it and knowing I can take all the time I want, just so I can continue to watch you like this.”
“You’re mean,” I whimpered breathlessly. “Please, Jesse.”
“Just be patient.” He kissed the tip of my nose and then sat above me, straddling me at the waist and staring down at me. The corners of his lips were curled up into a slight smile and the way his eyes pierced mine was almost more than I could take.
His fingertip met the skin of my sternum and he traced down slowly, causing each muscle to twitch at his delicate touch until it stopped at the top of my jeans. I started breathing harder in anticipation and Jesse immediately noticed.
“You really must learn some patience, Miss Regas,” he said softly with a seductive grin and then he undid the button and slowly pulled down the zipper. I knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer, no matter how cool and collected he was trying to play it. His grin vanished then and the playful look from a moment before transformed to serious urgency as he began to tug at my jeans.
Just then, the loud bellows of Rocky and Jasper cut through the quiet and we both stopped and looked towards the door.
“Just ignore them,” he said a moment later, turning his attention back to me, but then the sound of the doorbell echoed through the house. We both froze again and looked at each other. No one ever came to Jesse’s unexpectedly. He lived too far out in the sticks for surprise visitors. The doorbell rang again and Jesse eased himself off of me.
“What the hell?” he mumbled, finding his shirt from the floor and slipping it on. I pulled my pants back on and began fastening the buttons of my blouse again. He looked at me curiously and then motioned towards the door. “I’m gonna go see what’s going on. Wait here.”
I nodded, but when Jesse left the room, I followed and stood against the doorframe as he approached the front door. He opened it and I waited.
“Hello,” a deep voice began. I had no idea who it could be. No one came to Jesse’s without an invitation, let alone at 10:30 at night. “I’m Officer Delgado and this Officer Miller. We’re with the Kansas Highway Patrol. Are you Jesse Baylor, the son of Darryl Baylor?”
“Yes. What’s going on?” With those words, I immediately walked over to Jesse, resting my hand on his back when I reached him. I looked out and saw two men in full police uniforms standing at the doorstep. Behind them was a middle-aged woman, who looked serious and nervous. My heart started to pound as I realized something had to be terribly wrong.
“Can we come in?” Officer Delgado said and I could tell he was being careful with his words
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