through, but he swallowed the sound, vowing to make this right. Love her as she deserved to be loved.
Even if they were in the front seat of his pickup.
He eased a hand between them. This time his touch was gentle, meant to bring her pleasure. She made a mewing noise as he found that sweet spot, brushed it with the pad of his thumb.
But even as he wanted to take it slow, Jessie was having none of it. She rocked against him, pushing him too close too soon.
âJessie,â he groaned.
âLove me, Seth.â She pushed to her knees once more, then lowered herself, sheathing him completely.
She gasped, her muscles tightening around him as she found her release, the motion pulling him over the edge of ecstasy.
*Â Â Â *Â Â Â *
I t was over almost as quickly as it had begun, and though she had found pleasure in Sethâs embrace, she felt strangely unsatisfied.
He set her from him and got out of the truck, only putting his clothes back to rights once the door was betweenthem. He crammed his hat onto his head, effectively hiding his expression from her searching gaze.
What did a person say in a situation like this? Her mother had died when Jessie was too young for such advice, and her grandmother had never been any help in that department. Jessie had been sort of an outcast in school, always on the fringes of the cliques and unable to fit in even with the misfits. She had no girlfriends to pass on pithy remarks or classy âpillow talkâ as they called it. So she just watched as Seth lifted the hood. She had seen him walk around to the bed of the truck and retrieve a rag and a recycled milk jug full of water. At least now the smoke had dwindled down to a small curl.
Any moment now he could slam down the hood. The truck would start, and she still hadnât thought of anything to say.
Given the look on his face, âIâm sorryâ seemed the most appropriate, but she wasnât sorry. Not in the least.
In fact, she was glad that he had been her first. She was thankful to have shared something so intimate with him, though she had never dreamed it could happen. When she had pressed her lips to his, suddenly waiting until she was married hadnât seemed so important any longer. And neither had Chase.
Good Lord, what would she tell Chase?
Her heart pounded at the thought. Then she took a deep breath. She wouldnât tell Chase anything. He didnât need to know. Everyone in town might believe that one day they would get married, but she knew the score. As much as she loved him, he didnât love her enough to give up his tomcat ways. And by the time he grew up enough to see he needed to change, she would be long gone.
Seth slammed down the hood, his hat still pulled low over his brow. Jessie scooted over to his side of the truck, laying one arm in the open window as he approached.
âWhy do I get the feeling youâre mad at me?â
âWhy am Iââ He scoffed and with a shake of his head, braced his hands on his hips.
âDid I do something wrong?â She had thought it had been good, that Seth had, well,
liked
it. But she didnât know for sure. How did a person tell those sorts of things?
âYou didnât do anything wrong, Jess. Now scoot over.â
She retreated to her side of the truck as Seth climbed into the cab. But he didnât say a word the rest of the way back to town.
He was thinking. She had known him long enough to realize that. But that angry look still hovered around his eyes.
He pulled into her driveway without a word. Jessie slid from the cab and slammed the door behind her before racing up the steps and into the house.
*Â Â Â *Â Â Â *
S eth nearly crumpled with relief as he let himself into his garage apartment.
Sadie met him at the door, her silky stump of a tail wagging like crazy. He scooped her up into his arms and received a rain of doggy kisses for his trouble.
From the kitchen came the meows of
Even if they were in the front seat of his pickup.
He eased a hand between them. This time his touch was gentle, meant to bring her pleasure. She made a mewing noise as he found that sweet spot, brushed it with the pad of his thumb.
But even as he wanted to take it slow, Jessie was having none of it. She rocked against him, pushing him too close too soon.
âJessie,â he groaned.
âLove me, Seth.â She pushed to her knees once more, then lowered herself, sheathing him completely.
She gasped, her muscles tightening around him as she found her release, the motion pulling him over the edge of ecstasy.
*Â Â Â *Â Â Â *
I t was over almost as quickly as it had begun, and though she had found pleasure in Sethâs embrace, she felt strangely unsatisfied.
He set her from him and got out of the truck, only putting his clothes back to rights once the door was betweenthem. He crammed his hat onto his head, effectively hiding his expression from her searching gaze.
What did a person say in a situation like this? Her mother had died when Jessie was too young for such advice, and her grandmother had never been any help in that department. Jessie had been sort of an outcast in school, always on the fringes of the cliques and unable to fit in even with the misfits. She had no girlfriends to pass on pithy remarks or classy âpillow talkâ as they called it. So she just watched as Seth lifted the hood. She had seen him walk around to the bed of the truck and retrieve a rag and a recycled milk jug full of water. At least now the smoke had dwindled down to a small curl.
Any moment now he could slam down the hood. The truck would start, and she still hadnât thought of anything to say.
Given the look on his face, âIâm sorryâ seemed the most appropriate, but she wasnât sorry. Not in the least.
In fact, she was glad that he had been her first. She was thankful to have shared something so intimate with him, though she had never dreamed it could happen. When she had pressed her lips to his, suddenly waiting until she was married hadnât seemed so important any longer. And neither had Chase.
Good Lord, what would she tell Chase?
Her heart pounded at the thought. Then she took a deep breath. She wouldnât tell Chase anything. He didnât need to know. Everyone in town might believe that one day they would get married, but she knew the score. As much as she loved him, he didnât love her enough to give up his tomcat ways. And by the time he grew up enough to see he needed to change, she would be long gone.
Seth slammed down the hood, his hat still pulled low over his brow. Jessie scooted over to his side of the truck, laying one arm in the open window as he approached.
âWhy do I get the feeling youâre mad at me?â
âWhy am Iââ He scoffed and with a shake of his head, braced his hands on his hips.
âDid I do something wrong?â She had thought it had been good, that Seth had, well,
liked
it. But she didnât know for sure. How did a person tell those sorts of things?
âYou didnât do anything wrong, Jess. Now scoot over.â
She retreated to her side of the truck as Seth climbed into the cab. But he didnât say a word the rest of the way back to town.
He was thinking. She had known him long enough to realize that. But that angry look still hovered around his eyes.
He pulled into her driveway without a word. Jessie slid from the cab and slammed the door behind her before racing up the steps and into the house.
*Â Â Â *Â Â Â *
S eth nearly crumpled with relief as he let himself into his garage apartment.
Sadie met him at the door, her silky stump of a tail wagging like crazy. He scooped her up into his arms and received a rain of doggy kisses for his trouble.
From the kitchen came the meows of
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