“Mhm.” He spins back to his task. “With the brown-sugar toasted pecans.”

“Yummy,” I murmur, moving up behind him.

He peeks over his shoulder and lifts a brow. “Very.”

I stop myself before I can attack, fingers twitching at my sides with the need to grip that luscious booty. I can’t stop remembering how fucking mind-blowing it felt to pump into him last night… His tight body squeezing the life out of my cock. The sight of it alone is burned into my brain forever… Watching myself disappear inside him.

Jesus… I’ll never need to watch porn again as long as I’m alive.

And I’m momentarily stunned at how stiff my dick is becoming at the pictures in my head. Stroking his long cock, touching his balls. Pushing deep into his warm, snug little ass.

Am I straight? Because seriously, I couldn’t pick boobs out of a lineup right now.

“Are you going to touch me?” His voice startles me out of my head. I blink at him as he pushes his butt out. “The waiting is driving me a little nuts.”

Letting out a ragged breath, I reach forward and grab his hips, yanking him into me until his perfect ass is on my crotch. My erection is already standing tall, fighting against the material of my sweats. Jesse leans back, melding his back with my chest and resting his head on my shoulder, showing me the slope of his throat.

His Adam’s apple dips, and my teeth set with the desire to suck and bite him there. His pale flesh would look so good decorated in some purple marks.

How am I suddenly a teenager again??

Dropping my mouth forward, I tease his neck with my lips until he’s shivering, gripping the countertop in front of him while he grinds his butt on my erection.

“Are you okay?” I breathe my question on his sweet skin, tongue sneaking out to taste him. “I mean… with everything that happened?”

“Oh, I’m more than okay,” he rumbles, reaching for one of my hands and bringing it around front… to his cock. “I’m living the dream.”

I can’t help but chuckle. “Jess, I’m being serious. I need to know that I didn’t like… force you into anything last night.”

He pauses his movements, peeking up at me. Then he spins to face me, resting his butt against the counter and folding his arms over his chest. “Did it seem like you forced me into it?”

I gape at him for a moment before shaking my head. “No… not really.”

“Not at all,” he argues, head cocked to the side. “James, this might come as a bit of a shock to you, but what happened last night… I’ve been wanting it for a while.”

I’m speechless. I really had no idea…

“I guess you hid it pretty well, then.” I clasp his arms in my hands to unfold them, my fingers sliding down to his. Lifting his hands, I place them on my chest, the feel of his warm palms tightening my nipples. “What am I supposed to do with you now?”