“Your ni**les are hard,” he said softly, his gaze flickering to her br**sts.
Her breath caught in her chest. They were hard and aching, just like they always were around him.
“That doesn’t mean anything,” she told him desperately. “The house is chilly.”
“Your pu**y is wet.” His frank, graphic words had her eyes widening in shock.
“It is not,” she lied through her teeth. “Go home, Jesse. I’ve had enough of this conversation.”
But her pu**y was wet. Wet and hot and pleading with her to spread her legs and beg him to f**k her. Fuck her hard and deep to relieve the blistering torment of arousal she suffered through. She had to get away from him before she did just that.
“I haven’t.” He blocked her as she attempted to leave the room.
His tall, leanly muscled body moved in front of her at the last minute, stopping her from reaching the doorway. Terrie stopped; trembling in what she hoped was anger.
“I decided something about this whole situation last night, baby. You’re right; you don’t need to be warned. You know the facts of my life, and evidently you’re willing to chance what’s coming. And I’ve decided something else,” he told her softly, maneuvering her until her back came against the wall and his body could press against hers heatedly.
His hands gripped her hips then, his thick, hot erection pressing against her stomach as he moved in closer.
“Like what?” she gasped, her system rioting with heat and arousal.
“Like, maybe you need to be f**ked as badly as I need to f**k you,” he said softly.
“I’m abstaining,” she snapped. “And I’m changing your mind.” He pressed his hips against her, and her legs nearly turned to jelly. Oh Lord, his c**k was so hard, so hot, even through his slacks.
“You know, Jesse, there’s something to be said for seduction. Romance. You remember the concepts. Right?” she reminded him breathlessly. Surely he did. She’d watched him practice it on plenty of other women.
“You want seduction, Terrie? Romance? Show me how it’s done, baby. Because right now, all I can think about are the years I’ve waited to touch you. And I’m damned tired of being patient and waiting.”
As was she. But she’d be damned if she would willingly fall at his feet in accordance with his highhanded attitude.
“God. Do you have to be so arrogant? And I’ve been doing just fine without you so far, so just forget it.” Her hands pressed against his powerful chest, but he didn’t budge.
“Have you been?” he asked her silkily. “Let me tell you what I want to do to you first, then tell me no.”
“I’ve already heard about your little games,” she told him, really angry now. “Do you think Thomas wasn’t more than willing to tell me about them?”
Oh yeah, her husband, bastard that he was, had delighted in telling her all about his older brother’s sexual exploits. He had taken something he thought Jesse wanted. Had lied to her, tricked her, and had damned near destroyed her life with it.
“I know Thomas told you,” he said, his voice gentling, softening in a way that made her ache for him. “Did he offer to let me f**k you, Terrie? Did he tell you how I wanted to tie you down, slap that perfect ass of yours, then f**k it until you screamed? Did he tell you how many times he offered to allow me the chance?”
Shock washed through her body. Months after marrying her, Thomas had refused to touch her, refused to take her in any way. He had accomplished what he wanted. He had taken the woman Jesse had desired, and he never let an opportunity slip by that he didn’t remind her of it. Shame coursed over her as she realized he had made Jesse aware of it as well. Had Thomas also told his brother her most betraying secret? The fact that he had overheard her telling Tally how easily she would have given into him? How much she wished she had been given the chance?
“Easy,” he whispered as she trembled against him.
“What else?” she finally managed to gasp. “What else did he tell you?”
He frowned. “Was he supposed to tell me something, Terrie?”
She fought to breathe. God, this couldn’t be happening.
“Let me go.” She pushed against him harder then, too angry to be surprised when he backed up. Then she gasped in shock as he grabbed her arm and hauled her into the living room.
“Dammit, Jesse, stop manhandling me,” she ordered him, furious as he spun her around before releasing her.
“Take the shirt off,” he growled, his voice darkly dangerous.
Terrie felt her juices begin to coat her cunt lips, her br**sts swelling further as his gaze flickered to them once again.
“Jesse, this has gone too far.” She restrained the urge to do exactly what he ordered. Damn it, she shouldn’t be so turned on with this dominant side of him. Her vagina shouldn’t be flaming with arousal, her body desperate to have him touch her.
His hands went to his shirt. She watched, almost whimpering as he quickly pulled it from his trousers and began to unbutton it.
“Take it off, or I’ll rip it from you. Which suits me better. When I get you in bed I want you naked, wearing nothing but my touch.”
She shuddered, moisture sliding insidiously from her vagina, thick and hot, preparing her.
“What’s gotten into you?” she whispered breathlessly as he tore the shirt from his shoulders and dropped it carelessly to the floor.
His eyes were blazing with heat now as he watched her.
“Take the shirt off, Terrie,” he rasped out heatedly. “Make me tell you again, and I promise, you won’t like the consequences.”
“Rape?” she questioned him, though she knew if he touched her, she would fall beneath him willingly.
He smiled. A slow sexy turn of his lips that had her breathing escalating.
“Would it be rape, baby?” he asked her with a slow, knowing drawl. “I don’t think it would be. I think your pu**y is ready to drip down your leg you’re so turned on. I think you need it hard, fast and rough. And I’m more than ready to give it to you.”
Terrie felt the blood rush through her system. Lust, hot and addictive, was like a spicy scent in the air, steaming between them. Carnal intent filled Jesse’s expression and tightened every line and muscle in his body. Her quick glance to his crotch showed a bulge that made her mouth go dry. Hard, fast and rough. The words had her pu**y clenching, drenching her with heated need. He had no idea just how much she did want it, need it, crave it. From him.