She holds my eye, questioning without speaking.
“Because now I can do this.”
I claim her mouth in a deep, searing kiss. The taste of her hits my brain like a drug, and immediately I’m out, on another planet where only she and I exist. Our tongues tangle and I think there’s no way she can want me as much as I want her, but she gives as good as she gets, inviting me in and kissing me deeply. When I wrap my hands around her hips, the feel of her body in my grip throws me into overdrive. From the back of her throat comes a tiny noise that makes me think she’s about to tell me to stop, but when I pull away, she’s not having it; she grips my shirt and pulls me to her again.
My body strains with need, my cock threatening to bust through my jeans, but I don’t want to be selfish. Not yet.I want this to be about Jade. I want to chase the ghost of her asshole ex out of this room. I want her to think and feel nothing but me.
With the mirror behind her, I find the zipper of her dress easily. When I unzip it, the flowy material immediately falls to her waist and I’m frozen, staring at her small, perfect breasts like I’ve never seen a pair of tits before. I let out an involuntary grunt at the sight of her hard pink nipples pierced by matching silver bars with a half circle of tiny opals ringing the bottom of each nipple. Fuck, this is better than Christmas morning. She laughs softly, amused by the sight of the slack-jawed caveman in front of her. I can’t even think straight.
So maybe when I lean down and suck her nipple into my mouth, I’m thinking of my pleasure as much as hers. You can’t blame a starving man for feasting. She lets out a long, moaning breath as I flick my tongue over her nipple and the warm metal of her piercing, and she sinks her nails hard into the back of my neck. I love the way she asks for what she wants. I move between her breasts, my fingers playing with them, my mouth tasting and sucking until her breaths turn warm and shallow at the back of my lowered head. She’s watching me with glassy eyes, lapping up the sight of my lips on her bare flesh.
My hands slide down her thighs to lift her dress. I kiss her neck but it’s a selfish move—I’m ogling her almost-naked body in the mirror as I hike her dress higher, revealing smooth ass cheeks in a satiny green thong.
“Fuck,” I mutter, my cock painfully hard. It takes every ounce of resolve I have not to bend her over the bathroom counter and take her right there. “I knew you’d be perfect, Jade, but I had no idea how perfect.”
Then she makes it that much harder when she takes my hand and slides it down into the tight space between our hips. “Touch me, Reeve,” she whispers.
Well, shit. I’m not playing now. One of us needs to come,and I’m going to make sure she goes first. I push her panties down, hook one of her legs around my waist and lift her onto the counter, the cool tile clashing with her hot skin. Her dress bunches around her waist and she lets her legs fall open, completely uninhibited, her pussy glistening. She gazes up at me from under her lashes, begging me to take what she’s giving, and I wonder whether the look in my eyes is as hungry as the one in hers. I slide one finger into her, and she lets out the breath she was holding as she looks down to watch me work her body.
“Is that what you wanted?”
“No.” Her chest rises with another breath. “I want more.”
And I thought her mouth got me hot before. I move slowly inside her, teasing her, savoring the sensation of her body tightening around my finger, but her impatience is plain. I’ll give her what she wants, but I need the satisfaction of watching her react, so I take her face in one hand, forcing her to look at me. Her gaze is dark with need, but she looks right back at me as I push two fingers inside her. I wonder whether that bold, defiant streak of hers can ever be softened. Her brows come together as her expression turns needy. When she finally moans and lets her head drop back, my dick somehow gets harder.
My fingers take a steady rhythm inside her while my free hand strokes her clit, trying out my signature tapping move, playing with speed and pressure until her face contorts and I know I’ve got it right. This isn’t a slow seduction. I want to drive her wild as quickly as I can, want my name on her lips right now. I don’t want to wait another second to make her forget thatheever existed.
It’s not hard to do. Jade is so free with her pleasure, so sure of what she wants. She puts her hand on mine, demanding more. Her legs are wide open, giving me an unspoiled view as sherides my fingers.
“Reeve,” she keeps panting, half pleading, half breathing.
I watch her in the mirror as she teeters on the edge of control, her elbows trembling. The sight of her pink parted lips and her ragged chorus of little cries is threatening to make me come right in my pants. I can’t remember anything sexier. Finally, her hips jerk and she lets out a short cry. Her body convulses around my fingers while I soak in the tiny movements of her pleasure. I watch her lips form a soft smile, her eyes still closed, and something in that smile burns itself into me. I can’t look away from her. Something in the intimacy of that brief instant leaves me totally shook. When her dress is back on, Jade looks at me with a drowsy, post-orgasm smile that, despite me blue ballin’ hard, is pretty damn cute.
“Thanks. That was ... fun.” She plants a kiss on my lips, and our hips press together. She looks down to where I’m obviously still rock hard. “Just give me a couple minutes,” she says. “Maybe we can take this to my room.”
“’Kay,” I say, grinning as I watch her walk away and down the hall. I try not to imagine what she might mean by that or what she needs a couple minutes to do ... get out the whips and chains, maybe?
I check my reflection. I look good—a little guilty but in a good way. My hair’s messed up, but I earned it so I leave it alone.
After a few minutes pass, I head to Jade’s bedroom ... and find her asleep on top of the green-and-black-patterned comforter. Her room is art and color everywhere, neon posters covering the walls, a dartboard with pushpins in it to hold masses of necklaces and earrings, and the entire space lit in hot pink from the colored bulbs in her bedside lamps.
I clear my throat, but she doesn’t stir.Unbelievable.With any other girl, it would have to be an accident, but I wouldn’t put it past Jade to tuck herself right into bed knowing I’m tenfeet away with a raging boner. Not that I can be mad. She’s cute when she sleeps. You’d almost think she’s not a total ballbuster.
For a hot second I think about lying down next to her for the night, but then I catch myself. That’s way too much. I don’t do sleepovers. Anyway, Jade would just accuse me of angling for morning sex.
At home in bed, the last thing I remember thinking about is that little smile I put on her face.
TWENTY-FOUR
jade
I sleep sohard that when I wake up, I’m not even sure my orgasm was real until I look at my bedside table. There’s a glass of water, a bottle of Advil, and, under the pills, a handwritten note:
I heard an orgasm can prevent a raging headache but just in case I heard wrong.
I smile and fall back against the pillow. The memory of Reeve’s hands makes my body flush warm. A small part of me wanted him to be clueless and bumbling when it came to getting me off, a confirmation he’d never have any sort of real power over me, but I was dead wrong. I’ll never be able to hear talk of a quarterback’s magic hands without remembering the way he worked my body into a frenzy.
For the next few days, we text back and forth a couple of times, but there’s no mention of what happened in my bathroom. I keep expecting him to make some boastful reference to getting me off or tease me for falling asleep without returning the favor, but things stay G-rated. I’m surprised and a little relieved. We’re friends first. The kissing, etc. is just a bonus, and I don’t want our hookup to change that. We make a plan to grabfood and study for my Spanish test on Wednesday night, and he doesn’t even take the bait when I ask whether we should meet up in public or at my place. That’s when surprise and relief turn to something more complicated.
