Chapter Twelve
Jesse jerked awake several hours later. She pressed a hand to her neck as the last of the dream she was having faded until she couldn’t remember what it was. She sat up and reached for the pillow beside her. It was cold. She blushed when she saw that she wasn’t wearing any clothes.
Her hands moved over her body and she flinched at the tenderness of her n*****s. Pushing the covers down, she rolled from the bed and stood on shaky legs. Her fingers went to her neck again and she frowned when she felt a series of bumps along the column.
“Lord, he is lethal,” Jesse murmured as she walked unsteadily to the bathroom. “If that’s how he makes love to me every time, I won’t survive a month.”
Jesse quickly showered. She noticed the mark on her neck but decided to ignore it for now.
