“Jessie…”
I couldn’t even talk. My heart was pounding. I’d dreamed of this moment for so long that I just wanted to freeze it in time. I was so afraid that I was dreaming. He captured my lips with his again, and he kissed me with so much passion I wanted to cry.
He moved slightly away from my lips. “Will you come home with me, Jessie?” he whispered.
Holy shit. Is this really happening? I looked into his beautiful blue eyes and smiled as I barely had the strength to answer him. “Yes. ”
The next thing I knew, we were outside, and he had me pressed up against his truck. His hand was up the back of my shirt, and I couldn’t even think straight. Everywhere he touched, my skin was on fire.
I tore my lips from his to catch my breath. “Scott, I don’t do this kind of thing. ”
He gave me a confused look. “What kind of thing?”
“This…kissing a guy in a parking lot and saying I’ll go home with him. I just wanted you to know that this isn’t me. ”
The smile that spread across his face made me weak in the knees. I felt myself slowly sliding down his truck before he grabbed me and lifted me up. He carried me to the other side, opened the passenger door, and set me in the seat.
“I don’t do this kind of thing either, angel. I’ve never been with anyone besides Chelsea. ”
My heart slammed in my chest. What did he just say? I could barely get it out. “What?”
He smiled, leaned in, and kissed me again before he shut the door.
I can’t breathe. He’s only slept with one person—his high school sweetheart…his ex-fiancée…the only other girl who knew how much I lusted after him. Well, Heather, Ari, and Ellie also know, but they don’t count. Do I tell him I’ve only been with Gunner? Oh shit. Oh god, I feel sick.
He jumped into his truck and looked at me with a big ole smile. I couldn’t help but smile back at him.
Jesus H. Christ. I’m really going home with Scott Reynolds…to his house…alone…with Scott Reynolds. Oh holy hell.
The drive to Mason was filled with laughter. I wasn’t sure if we were both just nervous as hell or what. The ache between my legs needed relief so damn bad that I was ready to touch myself just to get it over with. It’s been so damn long since I’d even been with anyone, so I was incredibly scared.
“I have to pee!” I shouted.
Scott looked at me like I was crazy. “What? Right now, Jessie? You can’t wait a few more miles?”
I shook my head. It’d hit me like a ton of bricks. I have to pee now! What the fuck? He needed to pull over, or I was going to piss in my pants.
As soon as Scott pulled the truck over, I jumped out and dropped my pants right on the side of the road. The moment I started to pee, I moaned in relief.
“Shit, Jessie…don’t make noises like that!”
I had to giggle. Then, I moaned again. This time, it was a little louder and lasted a bit longer. I smiled as I hopped up and was about to get my pants back on.
Then, he grabbed me and pushed me up against his truck. He kissed me and placed his hand on my bare stomach. I had the strangest feeling in my stomach. I’d never experienced this before—this intense feeling of need for someone.
He slowly slipped his hand into my panties. I felt the flood of wetness the moment he brushed against my clit.
“Oh god,” I said against his lips.
“Jesus…you’re so wet, angel. I need to get you home, Jessie. ”
“Yes…touch me, Scott. ”
He moved his other hand up my shirt and under my bra. The second he pinched my nipple, I felt it building.
Jesus H. Christ. Could I have an orgasm this easily?
Then, he slipped his fingers inside me, and that was it. I grabbed his hair and threw my head back against his truck as I cried out in pure pleasure.