Act Like You Love Me (Jessica) novel Chapter 30

Chapter 30

Jessica’s POV

He didn’t need a response. He closed the remaining distance, his mouth finding mine in a kiss that was slow, deep, and heavy with everything he had just confessed. It tasted of stress, lief, and a desperate, beautiful kind of possessiveness.

He didn’t press or rush; he just claimed, his tongue brushing my lips in a silent plea for more.

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I parted for him, a soft moan escaping as our tongues danced, the faint citrus from his lemonade mingling with his unique

flavor.

His hands roamed with purpose; one tangling in my hair to angle my head just right, the other sliding down my back to press me flush against him.

The heat of his body seeped through our clothes, igniting every nerve, the raw emotion in his touch amplifying the protectiveness from earlier and the care he’d just admitted.

I melted into him, my fingers gripping his shirt, pulling him closer as if I could fuse us together.

Breaking away, he trailed his lips along my jaw, down to my neck nipping gently at the pulse point hammering there.

“Jess,” he breathed against my skin, his voice rough with need. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

A shiver raced through me, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I arched into him.

“Aaron… I care about you too. More than anything.” The words tumbled out, raw and unfiltered, my voice trembling with the intensity of it all.

His admission had cracked something open in me, flooding me with buried feelings–love, desire, a desperate need to show him how much he meant.

He pulled back just enough to meet my gaze, his eyes dark with emotion, pupils blown wide.

“Say it again,” he whispered, his thumb caressing my cheek..

“I care about you,” I repeated, locking eyes with him. “Deeply. You’ve saved me in ways you don’t even know.”

With a groan that vibrated through his chest, he claimed my mouth again, this time with more urgency.

He shifted us effortlessly, lifting me until I straddled his lap, my legs resting on either side of his hips.

His hands moved from my face to my waist, pulling my body tight against his as he discarded my worn hoodie onto the floor.

Bare skin met bare skin when he pushed up my simple t–shirt next, lifting it over my head with careful reverence.

I let him, aching for the contact, the cool air contrasting with the warmth of his hard chest as he pulled me flush against

him.

His attention drifted to my collarbone, his mouth leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses that made me moan.

“So beautiful,” he mumbled against my skin, the words vibrating through my chest.

I buried my face in his neck, inhaling the clean, expensive scent of his cologne mixed with his earthy musk.

Every nerve ending sparked alive; I shifted instinctively on his lap, a small whimper escaping my throat.

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He understood the silent plea. His large hands slid down, tracing the contours of my jeans, leaving fire in their wake.

With a slow, agonizing tug, he opened the button and zipper, sliping inside without removing them.

The slight roughness of his palms grazed my skin as he explored reverently, stroking through the fabric at first, then sliding beneath to find my slick heat.

I gasped, clinging to his shoulders, lost in the wave of pure sensation as he circled my clit with agonizing slowness, building the pressure with expert precision.

The connection was potent, a thousand times more than words. This wasn’t just lust; it was reassurance, safety, confirmation that his confession was real.

Every stroke laced with emotion, his care evident as he watched my reactions, adjusting to draw out gasps and trembles.

Tears slipped from my eyes, born not from pain but from the overwhelming intimacy, the way he made me feel cherished, desired, worthy.

“I… I need you.” I confessed, my hand reaching down to cup him through his pants, feeling his hardness strain against the fabric.

He groaned, hips pressing into my palm as his fingers delved deeper, curling inside me in a rhythm that had stars bursting behind my eyelids.

“Jess… God. you feel so good.” His free hand cupped my breast, thumb teasing the nipple to a peak, sending dual waves of pleasure crashing through me.

We moved together in a haze of touches and whispers–his lips on my ear, murmuring how much he cared; my nails raking down his back, pulling him closer.

The tension built, raw and electric, emotions amplifying every sensation until I shattered around his fingers, crying out his name as ecstasy washed over me in shuddering waves.

He held me through it, kissing away my tears, his breath ragged. But even in the afterglow, the gravity of the world crept back.

He paused, resting his forehead against my shoulder, his control strained.

“I won’t push you, Jess,” he murmured. “But don’t ever think you’re not worth everything I have.”

Reluctantly, he pulled his hands away and held my face once more, kissing me fiercely before standing, carrying me easily in his arms to the bedroom.

He laid me gently on the bed, pulled the covers over my trembling body, and slid in beside me, wrapping his arms around me like a shield.

Nestled there, our hearts laid bare, the world felt right, connected in a way that transcended words.