Just as Jesse’s lips trailed down my neck, my phone started ringing. The sharp sound cut through the quiet, making me stiffen slightly in his arms.
He didn’t stop. His lips ghosted over my ear, his breath warm against my skin as he murmured, “Ignore it.”
I swallowed hard. “It might be important—”
But the moment I reached for my phone, Jesse caught my wrist, pinning it back against his chest. “Not now. I want you.” His voice was husky, deep, possessive. His fingers brushed over my other hand, forcing me to drop the phone onto the couch.
The call ended.
I let out a shaky breath, only for the phone to start ringing again. The sound was persistent, insistent.
Jesse’s jaw tightened. His irritation was evident. “Who keeps calling you?”
I hesitated. “It’s just Ellen—”
His eyes narrowed sl
