My Twin Obsession

Chapter 11

I wanted to slip my fingers into his hair and run that beautiful, perfect stubble of his all over my body. I mean, there was nothing hotter than the combo of piercing blue eyes and some manly stubble. Except maybe a combo of a pair of green eyes, full lips, high cheekbones, dark hair... Stop it now. Forget the assholes, since they have forgotten about you completely.

After all, another prime specimen was sitting right in front of me.

Jesse was talking about his work - apparently, he had got promoted last month and forgot to mention that to me earlier? - and I have to say I heard only about ten percent of what he was saying, because half of the time I was fantasizing about the things I would like him to do to me, and the other half was spent fighting those completely crazy thoughts.

On the one hand, I knew I couldn't do anything with Jesse. We had been the best of friends throughout our childhood, and at one time, I had even considered him my brother. I mean, even a week ago I would never have thought that anything romantic or s****l could happen between us. Ever.

On the other hand, I hadn't met him for some time, and maybe the distance had opened my eyes. Out of nowhere, I couldn't look away. The way his lips moved when he talked had me completely enticed, and even his hand gestures held a promise of something sensual.

Holy s**t, when had Jesse become so intriguing?

Though, if I was honest with myself, he still wasn't the only person in my mind. Even now, after quite a few cocktails and in the electric presence of Jesse, my thoughts still returned to certain CEOs.

That's it, you moron! If you cannot get them out of your head, then let's dance till they are out of your system.

I took the last sip of my cocktail and grabbed Jesse's hand, stopping him mid-sentence. "Come, I want to dance," I tripped over something and landed on his chest.

His hard chest.

Jesse's hands circled me, holding me to him until I regained my balance. Though I was quite buzzed and a bit unsteady on my feet, I moved away from him as quickly as I could. I did not want to smell his cologne or feel his chiseled chest. I wasn't even sure if I really wanted to go home with him tonight. After all, I could pretend all I wanted, but I had a feeling that the right move from Adrian could end up with me being under him. Or them. After all, the night we met, they had talked about sharing me. And I really wouldn't mind that.

And if that ever happened, I would not forgive myself for sleeping with Jesse and ruining our life-long friendship.

"You okay?" he leaned in and yelled in my ear. I knew this was the only way to communicate in this club ever since the DJ had turned up the volume, but it still somehow felt very intimate. Again, a shiver ran through me and my resolve to stay away from him weakened.

"Sure. Now, let's get going!" I said and started to drag him to the dance floor, but on my way there, I understood something. I already knew Jesse, and I liked him as a person. Out of nowhere we suddenly had crazy chemistry, so the only thing keeping me back was that I wasn't a hundred percent sure that he felt the same way as me, but that could be easily changed. I actually didn't need all the dancing as a prelude of what was to come, so I changed the course and dragged him out of the club instead.

"Izzy, What are you doing?" he yanked me back, pulling us both to a stop. I turned and looked at his face. Jesse seemed somewhat confused, but there was a glint of genuine curiosity in his eyes. I took a deep breath and let it all out.

"Soo... I know we had been friends for ages, and we haven't seen each other for a while," I started talking, while my eyes tried to read his facial expression. "And I know you don't have anyone back in LA, and I am not seeing anyone either." I took an unsteady step closer to him, bringing us almost chest to chest. "So I was thinking.." I trailed off, seeing his tongue dart out and lick his lips. I really wanted to feel that tongue in my mouth intertwining with mine.

"So what, Faith?" he grinned. "You thought you could get me to take you home with me just that easily?" his eyes held a lot of mischief. "You thought you'll just bat your eyelashes, and I'll come running, didn't you?"

"I..No... I mean, I thought... you... Didn't you feel it too?" my cheeks were burning and it was hard to form sentences. I was completely mortified. How could I have misread the situation so badly? I had been certain that he too found me attractive and wanted to end the night as more than friends.

"Felt what?" his eyes sparkled, but I didn't see anything amusing about this situation. I needed to get out of it and fast.

"Nevermind," I mumbled and took a step back. "I'm beat, so I'm gonna go. "

Jesse actually laughed and captured my wrist, not letting me go. "Dummy, I'm just messing with you," he leaned in and pressed his lips against my forehead. "I have no idea when you transformed into this beautiful woman, but you are stunning, and I haven't been able to think about anything else. I spent all this time imagining you without your clothes, and I can't wait to be the one to peal that dress off of you."

At that moment his facial expression reminded so much of Adrian's cocky smirk, and even the crude way he talked was so similar to the twins, I flinched, but Jesse placed his hands on my hips and pulled me closer. Without any hesitation, his mouth found mine and I parted my lips to let him in.

His left hand stayed at my lower back, while the right hand went to my neck and pulled my hair sharply. I moaned in his mouth, thrilled by his roughness. I pressed my body to his, happy to feel his body heat. It had suddenly become quite cold, but I didn't want to move in fear of breaking this bubble we were in.

Jesse pulled away only to latch his lips to my neck. I shivered again, and it had nothing to do with the cold. I could feel him getting excited, and I was becoming aroused too. He grabbed my butt and squeezed it.

"Oh my god," I murmured, throwing back my head. I jumped on him, circling my legs around his waist, and in no time Jesse was pressing me against a building. His lips had found mine again, and we were becoming quite feverish. I wanted more. I wanted to run my hands through his chest hair, I wanted to feel his stubble between my tights while his tongue was lapping me.

"Jesse, " I panted. "Please," I begged him. He groaned in my neck.

"Don't ask me to stop, Izzy. Not now," he whispered against my skin.

That sobered me up. I took his head in my hands and made him look at me.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, confused. Why did he think I wanted him to stop? Couldn't he feel how aroused I was, how much I wanted this too?

He gulped. "I want you so damn much. I have to have you. Please." he buried his head in my hair, licking and biting, and sucking my neck. It made it really difficult to concentrate.

"Trust me, I want you too, Jesse," I whispered, reassuring him. "But you can't have me here. We can get arrested for that," I smiled and took a deep breath, trying to slow my heart rate.

He froze, and when he pulled back, he looked... happy? "So, you're not saying no. Your saying..." he trailed off, waiting for my response.

"I'm saying take me back to your place," I kissed him again, more gently this time and unhooked my legs. "Because you're not leaving me after all that," I poked his chin again and took him by the hand.

His return smile promised me a night I won't be able to forget that soon.