Kylie
He must feel it, because he stills. “I’m not asking for anything, Angel. Not yet, but we both know this was more than s*x, you can get that from anyone. You came to me for a reason, and when you figure out what it is, I’ll still be here waiting. I’ve waited years for the right woman, I can wait a little longer.”
I ignore his words, not ready for what he’s saying, and he drops it. Part of me feels like I’m only just meeting Jesse—well, this side of him anyway. This intimacy is new, but then the other half of me knows him better than anyone. I know what makes him laugh, how his lips tilt to the right when he smiles. How he likes his coffee, his dreams, his hopes…
He grabs my p***y hard, possessively, like he owns it, and goddamn if I don’t rub myself against that hand, even though
