Evolution

Chapter Thirty Two: Changed

He inched his face backwards, his fingers falling from my chin to the side of my neck. I hoped he was giving up, that he would step back and make this a whole lot easier for me. Instead, he did the complete unexpected opposite

"Morgan"
My eyes darted up towards him, his lips speaking my name, my real name for the first time. As soon as my eyes met his, I realised he'd won. His lips pulled up at the sides, pride clear in his features. Seconds later, he moved his face towards me, his hands on both sides of my face.

I shook my head, not wanting to give in, but his eyes kept me in place.

Not able to argue, or move, Jesse took advantage of my weakness.
Just like it had happened in the boiler room and in the barn, our lips crashed together.
This time, it escalated quicker than it ever had before.
Controlling my body was long gone. Instead, I gave in. My arms were wrapped around his waist, my fingers clutching at the back of his shirt as I pulled him closer. Every movement was frenzied with need, and the more I tasted, the more I wanted.
My legs were weak, my knees almost ready to crumple under his tense muscles. The warmth of his hands radiated through my face, the urge becoming desperate. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think, I couldn't manage any logical thinking as his hands moved down my sides, stopping at my waist.

I was running out of air, much like I had in the barn. It was an internal battle to keep my lips trained on his, or to rip away and suck in much needed oxygen. The decision was impossible.

Thankfully for me, it was a decision I didn't have to make. Jesse pulled his face away first, looking over me with his dilated blue eyes. He was searching for something, something I was unaware of

"What?" I breathed, my lungs stinging

"Are you okay?" He rushed, equally as breathless

I nodded, my hands still entangled into his shirt

Without expectation he leaned forward, pecking me on the lips, and then pulled back

I stared up at him, confused "What are you doing?"

His lips pulled upward, smirking as he roamed over my face with his eyes

"Your eyes" He mumbled, lifting a hand to my face again "I've tried to understand them since I first saw them, but each time, I fall flat"

"I don't know how to take that" I felt myself smile

For the first time, I saw him smile genuinely wide, his perfect teeth revealing themselves beneath his plump lips. My eyes were trained on him, dancing over his skin, over his rough nose and nervous jaw

Instead of waiting for our smiles to fade, waiting for him to make his next move, I took charge. I leaned forward and pulled his lips against mine.
Together, we moved gently held on by our adrenaline. I had forgotten about what had happened minutes ago with Talon. I had forgotten almost everything I shouldn't have forgotten about. How was I supposed to focus on anything except the beautiful man in front of me? I had tried to desperately to contain the emotions I felt towards him and now, it had failed, it had given in.
Passion ignited and I refused to deny it.

Jesse's hands took a hold of my waist, lifting my feet off of the ground to place me down on the workbench behind me. The moment I was sitting in front of him, my legs wrapped around his waist, ensuring he would not escape my grip. His lips gradually moved over my bottom lip, gentle of my wound, and then trailed down my chin, down my neck. I shivered, a spike of electricity running up from my toes to my ears. My hands moved to the front of his shirt, my fingertips gingerly hesitating over the bottom hem. When his fingers reached the bottom of my back, sneaking up through my shirt to my skin, I took it as the permission I needed. I snaked my fingers up under his t-shirt, gently exploring the roughness of his raw muscle and skin. Instantly, I could feel that my move had affected him. His lips paused open at the nook of my neck, his teeth slightly biting down, pinching me. Instead of pulling away, a snicker escaped my mouth.
Either embarrassed or amused, Jesse allowed the same reaction from his own voice, burying his nose into my skin.