His gaze moves to my body, and he kisses my pussy again. “You want me to slide these damp panties off.” His voice has dropped an octave lower, thrumming against my skin, drawing another shiver out of me. He tugs my underwear down, balls them up in one fist, and tosses them over his shoulder. “You want me to taste exactly how wet you are for my tongue.”
The breath whooshes from my lungs as his tongue parts me and dips deep into my center, telling me he’s just as hungry to taste me as I am to show him how much he turns me on. His tongue retreats, but he covers me with the warm, wet heat of his mouth, kissing, licking, sucking my tender skin.
Finding my clit, he draws his stiff tongue over it, and my fingers curl against the hood of the car. He watches me, catching every tiny signal I give off. I don’t know what gives me away, but he reads me flawlessly, because in secondshis tongue has perfected the rhythm that threatens to make me come. I only hope I don’t look as weak for him as I feel.
“What else?” I say, half whispering and half moaning, watching how his beautiful lips work my body and his dark eyelashes veil the hunger in his eyes.
Desire thrums through my veins when his fingers part me. “You want me to open you up and go deep.” His rough voice is fuel for the fire within me as he pushes his tongue inside my soft walls, making me cry out. My head falls back as he works my body, my clit so sensitive it almost hurts, my core so hungry for him to explore my depths again. I rock my hips against him so he’ll know how hard I want it.
“You don’t have to be gentle with me,” I say breathlessly. I’m already so close, and I don’t care how skilled he is or how much I love having him on his knees with his face buried so far inside me I can see only the top of his head, I need to come on his tongue.
Quiet, deep animal noises sound from his throat as he pleasures me, like tasting my pussy is his greatest desire and my inevitable orgasm is the cherry on top.
I let my knees fall apart, opening myself to him completely, wanting him to see, touch, taste every part of me. Wanting him to see what he does to me, how he can lay me bare with just his kiss. I come hard, my orgasm ripping through me so fast that the scream that spills from my throat takes me by surprise. My knees shake as Reeve eases off the pressure and leaves one final kiss on my slick skin.
My body is warm liquid from head to toe, the bliss of orgasm settling into satisfaction, cool air skittering over my hot, sweaty skin. Reeve adds another sensation to the mix, kissing the insides of my thighs, one after the other. Slowly he drops soft, gentle kisses from my stomach to my chest, alongmy collarbone, across my shoulder, and up my neck. Does he know this is exactly what I wanted to avoid?
“Reeve.” I want to wrap my arms around his neck and hold him close, but I refuse. “Don’t be sweet.”
His warm breath heats my neck as he lets out a quiet laugh. “Jade.” He kisses my throat, his lips so tender that a wave of emotion simmers inside me. “Let’s stop fighting whatever it is we’re fighting.”
Oh.Tears sting the backs of my eyes, appearing out of nowhere.I never had him fooled.With his simple request, I let the lie I’ve been telling myself fall away, the one about how Reeve and I are about nothing more than sex and fun and passing the time until graduation. I don’t have the energy to pretend any longer, to go around acting like I don’t care for him, for my heart, for what becomes of us next.
I wrap my arms around his neck exactly the way I’ve been longing to and hold on to him, and it feels even better than I knew it would.
TWENTY-NINE
jade
Saturday afternoonI’m in the packed, roaring stands with Lenni, both of us bundled in thick Shafer sweatshirts, jackets, and beanies against the blustery cold. She’s attended every home game since she started seeing Cam, but it’s only the second time I’ve come with her—and the first time I’ve ever felt anxious about the fate of our Red Phantoms. My stomach growls as I catch a whiff of Shafer Field’s famous pulled pork and onion ring sandwiches, but I have no appetite.
“Why am I so nervous?” I’m asking myself as much as Lenni.
She gives me a knowing look. “Because suddenly you have a stake in what happens to the quarterback’s magic hands.”
Yes. And his heart. “So does liking him mean I have to learn the rules of the game now?” Football is a bore—even all the games I watched with Sam, a huge football fan, I never reallywatched—and Reeve, even standing on the side, watching his backup do his job, is magnetic.
He prowls the sidelines, his hands on his hips, never still for long. An unmistakable energy emanates from him, nerves orexcitement or probably a mix of both. Every time the Shafer quarterback has the ball, I watch Reeve’s hands ball up and release, ball up and release. It’s his habit when he’s got energy to burn and he’s trying to hold himself back. I feel a tiny flutter of satisfaction to realize I’m learning his body language. My mind flashes to those same hands balled up at his sides while I was on my knees in front of him, those long fingers undressing me. My insides pulse at the memory. I picture him lying back in bed, my thighs on either side of his waist, his hands moving slowly up my?—
“Beltman’s not doing well,” Lenni says.
“Huh?”
“Beltman, the backup quarterback. He’s not playing very well.”
“Oh.” Is this bad news or good?
Lenni smiles. “You’re not even watching, are you?”
“Not the game, no. So does that mean Reeve will go in? I don’t understand why he’s not playing in the first place.”
“Because the coach didn’t want him to.”
I wave her off. “What the fuck does he know?” The idea of some grouchy-ass coach benching Reeve gets me hot and irritated.
Lenni smiles. “About football? I’m guessing more than you. But that’s just a guess.”
“Fuck him anyway,” I mutter.
