One Deep Breath

Chapter Fourteen

Letting go of her hands he lightly grazed her shoulders, trailing his fingers down her arms, causing her to shiver. Cupping her face with both of his hands, he tilted her jaw up towards him before lowering his mouth down onto hers.

He kissed her long and slow, less rushed than their first kiss.  His tongue was soft and strong, exploring her mouth and gently battling her own.  He kissed her in a way that no one ever had, sucking and nibbling on her lips for she didn't know how long.  She gave in to him completely, letting him take full control over her.

Finally regaining her ability to react Jolie pulled him closer to her, stepping backwards so she was pressed against the side of the bed, which was so grand it came all the way up to her waist.

Jesse scooped one arm around her waist, lifting her up onto the bed in one swift movement, his mouth never detaching from hers.

They stayed that way for minute, until Jolie hooked her finger between the buttons on his shirt, pulling him down on top of her.

She heard him groan into her mouth as he steadied himself over her, and she felt how hard he was already, pressing into her thigh. Then he pulled back, breaking off their heated kiss.

"Jolie," he breathed, searching her face for any indication that this was too much for her. "Is this okay?"

A million thoughts flew through her mind as she stared up into Jesse's face, just a few inches away from her own.

Sighing, she pushed herself back from him, propping herself up on her elbows. Jesse rolled on to his side next to her, placing one hand on her stomach while leaning onto his other arm.

"Yeah. This is okay. I've just never..." she trailed off.

"You've never?" he asked, his voice a mix of concern and surprise.

"No! Oh no, I mean I have, I'm not a virgin or anything," she quickly spit out. "I just mean I've never done the one night stand thing, and I guess I don't know. I mean I didn't even know if this was a date. And I don't want you to think I'm a slut. I like you."

Jolie's faced flashed with embarrassment while Jesse's split into a cocky grin.

He sat up straight on the bed, his face still dancing with amusement at her admission.

"Come here," he said as he pulled her up off her elbows so she sitting up next to him, grabbing her legs and draping them over his lap. Playing with the hem of her dress mindlessly he continued, "I know I haven't known you that long, but I know you're not a slut. And for the record, I like you, too."

Jolie exhaled, looking up at him sheepishly. Resting her forehead against his shoulder, she relaxed into him.

"Tired?" he murmured into her hair

"A little. I know I should probably leave, but I like hanging out here with you."

"Well I probably shouldn't be driving anyways. I can get you a ride home though," he paused, then added, "or you can stay. There are two other bedrooms in here, you know."

She looked down at her dress.

"Here. You can wear one of my shirts, or the hotel robe." He was across the room in an instant grabbing a plain white v-neck t-shirt from a drawer, tossing it at her.

She caught it, thinking over her options.

"No peeking!" she scolded him teasingly, while disappearing behind the frosted glass wall in the bathroom.

She pulled her dress off, draping it over one of the towel racks. She pulled Jesse's shirt on; with nothing on underneath but a lacy little thong, it didn't leave much to the imagination. The dress hadn't either, but this tee only went down to her mid thigh, showing way more leg.

Tiptoeing back out into the room, she saw Jesse pulling up a pair of loose sweatpants, wearing the same type of shirt as her, though on him it fit a little differently.

When he turned around and saw her his jaw tensed and his eyes flashed.

"Jesus Jolie," he muttered. "You're killing me right now."

Feeling victorious at his comment she gave him a sly smile, before perching on the side of his bed.

"Well since I'm staying over we might as well have a real sleepover. Wanna rent a movie?"

Jesse looked at her quizzically for a minute then tossed her the remote. He walked towards his closet, and pulled out one of the hotel robes.

"Put this on," he almost growled, "otherwise I won't make it through a movie." Then he disappeared out into the living room.

Jolie put the soft robe around her before making herself comfy on the bed. Excitement still coursed through her body, and she didn't know how much longer they would make it before hooking up.  Sexual tension was thick in the air.

She scrolled through the movie options, not sure what to pick or if they'd even end up watching it, stopping on the latest Bond movie hoping that one might work.

A few minutes later Jesse was back, with two beers in one hand and a microwaved bag of popcorn.

"Well you've just got it all covered don't you mister," she taunted him.

He smirked at her before joining her on the bed, handing her a beer.

"Bond?" he asked her after noticing the screen.

"What do you think?"

"Works for me."

They spent the first half of the movie sharing the popcorn and finishing their drinks and the second half cuddling.  There was still a spark between them, and the room remained charged, but the cuddles were sweet and the kisses were innocent; a peck on the shoulder or pressed into her hair. 

Going on two in the morning, they were laying content on the bed, his legs stretched out with her tucked up under his arm, her head on his chest, just as they'd been out on the couch.  She already knew she was too used to being attached him this way, thinking how easy it was for them to fit their bodies together, so comfortably and so compatibly.

Sometime before James Bond saved the day and the movie ended, Jolie fell asleep.