Love At The End Of The World

April 13, 2012

– Three –

“Stay with me tonight.”

Jesse leaned back against the car’s passenger side door and held both of her soft hands in his broad palms while she looked at him with her golden brown eyes.  Could any other woman ever be so breathtakingly beautiful to him?  Who else held such power to have his heart hanging so far out on his sleeve like this?  He was Eve’s for the taking, all she had to do was say the word and his racing tires would tear up concrete and asphalt for a chance to lay between her luscious mocha thighs.

After Jesse presented his request to her, he never once dropped the intensity of his fiery gaze.  He wanted Eve to realize the sincerity of his petition.   He watched as Eve’s expression morphed from startled to curious and finally became a bit lusty.

“Jesse…are you sure this is what you want?”

Her sensually soft voice roused a low growl beneath the center of his hard and tensed abs.  Her words flowed out in a timid manner but he could sense that there was a spark of naughtiness lurking just behind her dark and curled eyelashes.

“Eve, this is exactly what I want and what I’ve been hungry for.  All you have to do is say yes to me…say yes to us, Evie, and I’ll take care of all the rest.  I promise you.”

Her pretty eyes blinked away and then returned with a coy glare.  There was something new in place of her waning shyness.  Eve’s carnal stare mirrored the craving that he, too, had been holding inside, carefully trying to control.  The urge to pull Eve over to him was clawing at the nerves in Jesse’s fingers.  He wanted to have her tucked beneath him, squirming with inflamed desire.

Every dip and curve of Eve’s slim yet voluptuous frame, every piece of her intelligent mind, was driving Jesse mad with a voracious yearning to claim her body and everything else about her as his own.    Frenzied – hypnotic – craving.   The only words half worthy of describing a fraction of what Jesse was feeling at this moment…

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