This Man Part 30

'Remember yet?' he whispers softly against my lips. I sigh, pulling my heavy eyes open to meet his green gaze. I don't answer him; he knows the answer to that question. But as always, I never forgot. He doesn't demand an answer. He just leans down, dropping a gentle kiss on my mouth, my tongue sweeping across his bottom lip, licking away the small drop of blood that I've drawn.

'I've made you bleed.'

'Savage.' he breathes, pulling his fingers slowly out of me and sliding them into my mouth. He watches me closely as I run my tongue over them, a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth. He's got want he wants again a me, surrendering to him.

I'm lifted onto the worktop. 'Why do you keep running away from me?' His eyes search mine as he rests his hands on either side of my thighs, bending his body, leaning in.

I drop my head. I can't look at him. What can I tell him? That I've fallen in love with him? Perhaps I should a he might freak out and leave me alone. I shrug instead.

He places his index finger under my chin and tips my head back up so I'm forced to confront his achingly handsome face.

He raises his eyebrows at me expectantly. 'Talk to me, baby.'

'I don't know.'

He rolls his eyes and slaps my hand away from the piece of hair I'm coiling around my finger. 'You're a s.h.i.+t liar, Ava.'

'I know.' I huff. I've got to sort that bad habit out quickly.

'Tell me, now.' he demands softly.

I sigh. 'You're distracting me. I don't want to get hurt.' There, I'm not lying. That's true. I just left out the minor, major detail of my feelings for him.

I look at him as he chews his bottom lip, the cogs of his mind going into overdrive. He doesn't know what to say to that. I'm so glad I didn't hit him with the love bomb.

'I see.' he says flatly. Is that it? I see? 'I'm a distraction?' he asks.

'Yes.' I scowl. The worst kind!

He pouts. 'I like distracting you.'

'I like you distracting me too.' I mumble sulkily. I notice he ignores the hurt comment, homing straight in on the distraction tactics.

'What am I distracting you from?'

'Being sensible,' I reply quietly. The intoxicating affect he has on my body is setting deeper into my mindset. He said he would make me need him, and he's keeping true to his word.

He smiles, completely satisfied, his eyes dark and promising again. 'I'm going to distract you some more now. We need to make friends.' His low voice is sparking off my desire for him all over again as he grabs me under my b.u.m and slides me off of the worktop to straddle his waist.

'Didn't we just make friends?'

'Not properly. We need to make friends properly. It's the sensible thing to do. We don't run anymore, Ava.'

I smile and wrap my arms around his back as he walks us out of the kitchen, into my bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. He places me on the end of the bed, pulling my vest up over my head, my bra-free b.r.e.a.s.t.s springing free. He smiles, looking down into my eyes and tossing my vest on the floor. He starts pulling at the waist band of my shorts, encouraging me to lift my b.u.m so he can draw them down my legs, taking my knickers with them.

'Stay there.' he orders, reaching up and pulling at his tie. Sparks of antic.i.p.ation ricochet all around my body as I watch him slowly undress in front of me. His jacket follows his tie, then he slowly unb.u.t.tons his s.h.i.+rt.

Hurry up! The flex of his ripped chest has me virtually dribbling as he stands before me, taking painfully long to undress. My eyes are automatically drawn to the sight of his scar. I'm desperate to know where it came from.

'Look at me, Ava.'

My eyes fly straight to his, those sludgy pools of green watching me carefully as he removes his shoes, socks and trousers, before finally dragging his boxers down his legs. His erection springs free. It's at eye level to me. If I reach forward and open my mouth, I'll have the upper hand. That would make a nice change. I glance up at him, catching a wicked grin and blazing eyes.

'I'm desperate to be inside you after looking for you for the last two days,' he says darkly. 'I'll look forward to f.u.c.king your mouth later. You owe me.'

A powerful thud crashes into my core as he leans down and curls his arm around my waist before crawling up the bed above me and placing me down gently beneath him. My thighs are spread by his knee, and he cradles himself between them, resting his forearms on either side of my head as he looks down at me with soft eyes. I could weep.

Any plans I had of walking away before it's too late are totally obliterated. It's already too late, and his determination to have me, as and when he pleases, is not doing me any favours.

'You won't run away from me again.' he says softly but firmly.

I know I have to answer this. I shake my head and reach up to his shoulders.

'You need to answer me, Ava.' he whispers. I feel the broad head of his erection pus.h.i.+ng at my entrance, causing a ridiculous amount of heat to plague me.

'I won't.' I confirm.

He nods, holding my gaze as he slowly draws back and drives forward, plunging deeply into me. I moan and adjust my grip on his shoulders, s.h.i.+fting under him. The fullness is incredible, and I've fast become use to him. He blows out a long controlled breath of air. The concentration frown flickering across his brow is s.h.i.+ny with sweat and heavy on his forehead.

I resist the urge to contract around him a he needs a moment. His eyes close, his long lashes fanning, his head dropped to mine as he battles to compose his erratic breathing. I wait patiently for him to sort himself out, running my hands up and down his firm upper arms, more than happy to lay here looking at this beautiful, neurotic man so closely. He knows I need gentle Jesse right now.

After a few moments, he gathers himself together and lifts his head back up to look at me. My heart constricts in my chest. I'm so in love with this man.

'This is what happens when you deny me. Don't do it again.' He lifts his upper body to brace his arms, then lazily drags back and gradually drives forward.

I purr. Oh, good G.o.d. He repeats the delectable move, over and over, watching me the entire time.

'You need to think about this, Ava. When you're tempted to run again, think about how you feel right now. Think about me.'

'Yes.' I breathe, struggling to dampen down a fast buildup of pressure. I want to carry on like this forever. I want to feel like this forever. This is exactly why I've been avoiding him. I'm weak and feeble in my attempts to brush him off. Or is he just determined? Well, either way, I always end up at square one again...giving myself to this man.

I rock my hips up to meet his every thrust, and he lowers his mouth to mine, taking my lips leisurely and lazily, matching his blazing hip rhythm with his tongue.

I whimper, digging my nails into his arms. I've got to stop marking him and drawing blood. The poor man is mistreated almost every time. He drives slowly forward, circles deeply and withdraws lazily, time and time again. I can't hold out for much longer. How does he do this to me?

'Does that feel good?' he whispers.

'Too good,' I gasp on a lazy grind.

'It does. Are you there, lady?' he asks against my lips.

I nip his tongue. 'I'm there.'

'I've got you, baby. Let it go.'

The racking shudder that courses through my body has me clenched around Jesse's arousal, shaking wildly against him as I moan my release into his mouth. The last, deep thrust, followed by a jerk and hot sensation flooding me, signals Jesse's release. He holds himself deep and clenches his eyes shut, while paying loving attention to my mouth, moaning long and low. The pulsating of him is triggering my muscles to tense around him, all in time to his throbs. I'm draining him dry.

'G.o.d, I've missed you.' he whispers, burying his face in the crook of my neck and nuzzling before rolling onto his back. He holds his arm up, and I move into his warm, firm chest, resting my cheek on his pec. I'm so screwed a totally f.u.c.king screwed.

'I love sleepy s.e.x with you.' I muse dreamily.

'That wasn't sleep s.e.x, baby.' He brushes my hair from my face with his spare hand.

It wasn't? 'What was is then?'

He kisses my forehead gently. 'That was catching up s.e.x.'

Oh, a new one. 'I like catching up s.e.x then.'

'Don't like it too much. It won't happen very often.'

A stab of disappointment pierces me. 'Why?'

'Because, lady, you won't be running away from me again, and I don't plan on being away from you very often either.' He inhales in my hair. 'If ever,'

I smile to myself, throwing my leg over his thighs. He clasps my knee, rubbing circles over my skin with his thumb, while I trace my fingers across the surface of his scar. I'm compelled to know how he got it. He hasn't mentioned it, except to warn me off asking, but it's not like it can be overlooked. I need to know more about him.

'How did this happen?' I ask as I follow the line around to his side.

He inhales tiredly. 'How did what happen, Ava?' His words leave no room for movement or interrogation on the matter. He doesn't want to talk about it.

'Nothing,' I whisper softly, making a mental note not to ask again.

'What are you doing tomorrow?' he asks in a blatant change of subject tactic.

'It's Wednesday, I'm working.'

'Take the day off.'

'What, just like that?'

I feel him shrug. 'Yes, you owe me two days.'

He makes everything sound so straight forward. It's okay for him, with his own business and no one to answer to. I, on the other hand, have clients, a boss and a pile of work to do.

'I have too much to do. Besides, you abandoned me for four days.' I remind him. He still hasn't explained himself. Will he now?

'Come with me now then.' He squeezes me in a little bit more. I notice I get nothing of an explanation.

'Where?'

'I've got to shoot over to The Manor, sort a few things out with John. You can have some dinner while you wait for me.'

Not a chance! I'm not going to The Manor, I'm not waiting for him in the restaurant while he sees to business and I'm not risking b.u.mping into old pouty lips.

'I think I'll stay here, I don't want to get in your way.' I say quietly, hoping he doesn't push this. Another standoff with Sarah will not be a good way to end the day, the devious, interfering cow. What has Jesse's personal life got to do with her?

I'm rolled onto my back with my wrists pinned to the side of my head as Jesse looms over me. 'You won't ever be in my way.' He rests his lips between my b.r.e.a.s.t.s and trails kisses across to my nipple. 'You'll come.'

My nipple lengthens under his gentle, swirling tongue, my breathing fluttering. 'I'll see you tomorrow.' I force the words through pants.

His teeth clamp lightly onto my nipple as he looks up at me, grinning. 'Hmmm, sense f.u.c.k?' he offers, through a mouth full of breast.

Oh, no. I'll take the f.u.c.k, but I'm still not going to The Manor. Although, if he starts f.u.c.king his so called sense into me, then I'm screwed in more than one way. He can make me say anything. Well, he can do that pretty much all of the time, but especially during a sense f.u.c.k.

I hear the front door crash open and the laughter of Kate and Sam coming up the stairs. I look down at Jesse still clamped around my nipple, the frustration marring his face having me secretly pleased. While I'd take a sense f.u.c.k anytime, the sense he aims on f.u.c.king into me, on this particular occasion, makes no sense at all. Why would I want to set myself up for a verbal spar with Sarah?

He huffs childishly, releasing my nipple. 'I don't suppose you can keep your mouth shut while I f.u.c.k some sense into you?'

I raise my eyebrows. He knows that's impossible.

'For f.u.c.ks sake.' he grumbles, pus.h.i.+ng himself up, making a point of brus.h.i.+ng his knee up the inside of my thigh and over my moist centre. The friction has me wanting to yank him back down to me. I don't want him to go. He leans down and kisses me hard and purposefully. 'I've got to go. When I call you tomorrow, you'll answer the phone.'

'I will.' I confirm obediently. G.o.d help me if I don't.

He smiles darkly and grabs my hip. I squeal like a little girl and flip myself onto my front. Then I feel the sting of his palm meeting my backside.

'Ouch!'

'Sarcasm doesn't suit you, lady.' The bed s.h.i.+fts as he gets up.

When I turn over, his s.h.i.+rt is on his back and he's working the b.u.t.tons. 'Will Sarah be at The Manor?' I blurt, before my brain filters the stupid question.

He pauses briefly before picking up his boxers and stepping into them. 'I hope so, she works for me.'

What? 'You said she was a friend.' I sound whinny. I mentally slap myself for it.

He frowns. 'Yes, she's a friend and she works for me.'

Marvelous. I roll out of bed and find my vest and shorts. No wonder she's always loitering about. Should I tell him that she's warned me off? No, he probably wouldn't appreciate immature, petty jealousies. G.o.d, I hate that woman. I yank my vest and shorts on, and turn to find Jesse pulling his suit jacket on. He's watching me thoughtfully. Does he know what I'm thinking?

'Are you going to put some clothes on?' he asks, looking me up and down.

I look down at my shorts and vest combo and back up to him. His eyebrows are raised. 'I'm at home.'

'Yes, and Sam's out there.'

'Sam doesn't seem to think anything of walking around in his pants. At least I'm covered.'

'Sam's an exhibitionist.' he grumbles, walking over to my wardrobe and flicking through the rails. 'Here, put this on.' He hands me a chunky knit, oversized, cream jumper.

'No!' I splutter in disgust. I'll pa.s.s out of overheating!

He thrusts it closer to me with a determined, dirty look. 'Put the jumper on.'

'No.' I say it slowly and concisely. He's not dictating my wardrobe, especially not when I'm at home. I s.n.a.t.c.h the jumper from him and throw it on the bed, watching as he follows its path through the air. He looks at it sprawled on the bed, then slowly returns his eyes to mine. His teeth are going ten to the dozen, chewing his bottom lip.

'Three,' he grates.