The front door has barely latched closed behind us before I have Jessa pressed up against the wall, my knee wedged between her parted thighs.
Our mouths are locked in a kiss unlike any I’ve ever experienced—new and exciting, and yet somehow so familiar, like we’ve kissed a thousand times before. But the truth is, save for my drunken advances, this is the first time we’ve ever let ourselves be this close. This honest. This real.
And let me tell you, after torturous weeks of imagining this very scenario? Reality most certainly takes the cake. Because this is f*****g phenomenal. Her mouth. Her tongue. Her taste. Her breath. Everything Jessa.
She rakes her fingers through my hair, the damn-near music of her needy little moans echoing down the front hall. I’ve never been more excited to have
