"Damn, Iz." His eyes flash briefly to mine, still hot on him, before dropping his gaze back to my center. "You're soaked for me," he groans out in approval as he places a kiss right above my clit.
I've never felt so vulnerable, so on display. Somehow, it doesn't feel as uncomfortable as I would have expected. I know it's because it'shim,but I push those mushy-ass feelings down.
This is just sex. It can only be sex. No feelings allowed, Izabel. Feelings lead to love. Love leads to trust. Trust leads to betrayal.
"Well, hell, you make it easy," I snark back, and he flashes me a warning glare before quickly returning to his job at hand. I stifle a chuckle and continue watching this big, manly guy praise my body in the most intimate way—a way I've never experienced before.
"The bad girl may be a good girl, after all," he groans, pleased, swiping the flat of his tongue from my entrance to my clit in one swift motion.
"We will see about that," I moan, tangling my fingers in his short-cropped hair just as his lips wrap around my sensitive spot, sucking my clit into his mouth. The unfamiliar sensation sends feelings of pleasure radiating through my core and causes my limbs to tremble.
"You've seriously never been eaten out before?" he murmurs against me, finding my gaze.
"Never." I shake my head, not breaking his eye contact.
"I’m honored." He takes his time, flicking his tongue back and forth over my clit. Before I know it, his mouth wraps around it again, and he moves his head from side to side, my entire lower body shaking as my orgasm builds. I've never been so close to climaxing so quickly.
"As you should," I chirp back quickly through quick-paced breaths.
His eyes hold mine as he pulls back even further and gently pushes two fingers into me. He doesn't cluelessly thrust his fingers in and out like most guys would. No, he takes it a step further, curling his fingers as he goes up and down, hitting my sensitive spot with each movement.
"Oh fuck! More! I need more. Now!" I cry out, needing to feel him inside of me as I come apart.
His fingers withdraw from my center as he closes in on me, hovering right above me, our faces mere inches apart.
His eyes stay intent on mine, staring into my soul as if he can see every part of me and who I am at my core. The look in his eyes warms my heart and rattles it all at once. I feel his breath dance across my skin, and I can't help but realize that I've never wanted someone so badly. I want him in more ways than just sexually.
It scares the shit out of me. I hate it.It makes me feel weak, and I can’t have that. Not again. Not ever again.
"Izzy, I fucking love—"
"Don't you dare finish that sentence." My eyes close instantly, and I softly push at his chest, requesting him to get off of me. He doesn't budge.
"What the hell, Iz?"
Once my eyes reopen, they instantly find his, and the hurt is plastered across his beautifully chiseled features.
Here I go. Doing what I do best. Pushing people away once they get too close.
Somehow, the idea of pushing him away isn't the same. My heart sinks in my chest at the thought, but I carry on.
"Jett," I scoff. "Come on, don't do this. We both knew what this was when we started fooling around."
He refuses to move from his position, hovering above me, so I push past and crawl out from under him. Standing quickly, I search the room for my clothes, scattered everywhere.Of course they are—why would this be a simple exit?
"That's fucking bullshit, and you know it,” Jett says. “Don't play me for one of your fuckboy fools. You know damn well you feel exactly the same as I do. You're just too damn scared to admit it to yourself."
I spin on my heels instantly, throwing him a scowl.
"Scared?" I huff in disgust.
"Yeah, Iz. You're fucking scared, and it's okay, Beauty. I'm scared, too. But I'm so damn sick of pretending I'm not absolutely crazy about you. Because I am."
Tears threatening to spill, I close my eyes, rejecting their push. The pads of his fingers trail up my arms until they reach my face, now held between his hands. I let out a breath I was holding in, trying to steady my breathing and erratically beating heart.
Opening my eyes, he’s towering over me protectively. He lovingly cradles my face in his hands, and the traitorous tears trickle down my cheeks. Jett tenderly wipes each tear away with the pad of his thumb as they fall.
"We can't..." I murmur.
