Just freaking call me Jesse’s girl because oh. My. Gosh!
Charleigh Rose owes me some sleep and an ice pack for my nose because sometimes a booknerd drops her phone on her face while reading at 3AM. But girl…*snaps finger in a z-formation*…Jesse and Bad Influence were so worth it! It seems like we’ve been waiting for this book for forever and 3 weeks and now that’s it here it was worth 100% of the anticipation! Jesse was ALL THE MF THINGS. Allie was cool too, don’t get me wrong, but this cocky dude broke my damn swoon and stole the show. He gave me butterflies in my tummy and then proceeded to ruin my panties. I’m not even mad.
Bad Influence is most definitely my favorite out of the Bad Love series. Filled with delicious angst, insane steam, and a completely new way to look at lollipops, Bad Influence firmly belongs at the tippy-top of your TBR! 5 stars.
“Did you hear that?” I ask.
Moving in slowly, he cages me in, bracing his right arm on the wall above my head, his left hand by my hip. He brings his lips close to my ear and I fight the shiver that rolls through me. “It’s probably just your admirer,” he says, his voice hushed and husky. I swallow hard, looking over his shoulder as he nuzzles closer, his nose skimming my neck, then down to my collarbone. My pulse pounds in my ears as he moves back up, his mouth brushing across my cheek, stopping at my parted lips.
“Is this convincing?” He asks. He’s so close that I can feel his breath on my lips, and I realize that I want him to do it. I want him to kiss me.
I give a slight shake of my head in response.
“No?” He smirks, knowing exactly what he’s doing to me. His left hand leaves the wall to curl around my hip and he presses his chest to mine. “How about this?”
“Almost,” I whisper. I wet my lips and the tip of my tongue nearly grazes his bottom lip. His expression goes from playful to heated in an instant, then he’s closing the final distance.
It’s soft at first, just a brush of his lips against mine, but soon he’s cupping my face with both hands, tilting my head back as his tongue sweeps into my mouth, his movements confident and skilled. Unhurried and unyielding.
My hands find his shirt, pulling him closer as his tongue fucks my mouth. Because that’s exactly what this is. This isn’t kissing. Or maybe it is, and I’ve been kissing the wrong boys.
Jesse groans, fitting a firm thigh between my legs, and the need bubbling inside me threatens to boil over at the sensation. But all too soon, he pulls back, leaving me breathless.
“Was that convincing enough?”