I kicked my chucks off as soon as I got into my room, and I yanked off my shirt and shorts that were full of grass stains from sitting on the cemetery lawn. Walking into the bathroom, I ran the water until it was the perfect temperature, stripped off the rest of my clothes, and stepped into the warm spray. Smoothing my body scrub into a lather all over my body, I couldn’t help but think about the way Jase had kissed me in the stairwell that morning. That deep ache between my thighs throbbed again, and I wondered if he thought about things like this, too. Things like this withme.
I rinsed off and stepped into the steam of the bathroom, wrapping a soft, terry cloth towel around my body. When I walked into my room, the light from Jase’s window caught my eye, and I slowly slid back my curtain to see what he was doing. My breath caught in my throat and heat exploded low in my belly.
Through the small opening of his blinds, I could see him sitting in front of his computer. Even from where I was standing I could tell what he was watching: that stupid video of me dancing around in my white bikini from last summer. I knew he had a ton of videos like that. I never thought anything of it, not until now. One of his hands was between his legs, moving quickly up and down, up and down. His body was tense and rigid and thrusting against his hand. My body shivered with a strange need.Holy crap. Selfishly, I wanted him to stop his private moment and turn it on me.
Without even thinking, I fumbled for my walkie-talkie and stammered a message into it, “Turn around.”
His taunt body jumped up, facing the direction he kept his walkie-talkie in. I could see the stunned expression cross his face, eyes wide, and mouth open. With one hand still around himself, he shoved aside the blinds with the other. His eyes met mine and I raised an eyebrow, daring him, daring him to continue to touch himself while watching thelive version of me.
Please, Jase, please give me something to forget all the bad.
I took a deep breath and let the towel that was wrapped around me fall heavily in a damp heap around my feet. My heart thudded wildly in my chest and there was that strange ache between my legs again. It was like one of those aches when you saw a really sexy scene in a movie, but that kind was always in the pit of my belly. This ache was lower, much lower, and it was so intense. I felt like if I touched it, if I touched myself in that one specific spot, I would explode. His eyes looked everywhere at me, devouring me, and I shuddered with the need for him to touch me. Slowly, I slid my fingers down my belly and lowered them to the parts of my skin that throbbed the most. Instantly, my eyes squeezed shut tightly, too scared, and too terrified to see his reaction.
A few seconds later I felt something in the roomshift; it was like the air became thicker and hotter. Blinking my eyes open, Jase was standing next to me, so close the warmth of his body made my cool skin prickle up with goose bumps.
I stopped breathing. I forgot my own name. I didn’t know how to move. My cheeks flooded with warmth and my scalp tingled with heat, and that throb that was between my legs before, was pounding like it was my heartbeat. I was too frightened to look into his eyes, so I stared at his neck and watched it hammer with the pulse of his heart. I watched the rise and fall of his chest as it quickened.
Rise and fall.
Faster and Faster.
What am I supposed to do now? I never felt this much. The emotions, the need, the want–was overwhelming.
The rise and fall of his chest became even faster.
Then he stepped closer, lifting my chin to look at him. Taking another step closer, he backed me up against my dresser. Sliding his hands up over my neck and grabbing a handful of my wet hair, he leaned down and opened his mouth over mine. When our lips touched my body went liquid. I thought my bones and muscles were going to melt into a thick, hot mass on the floor.
“Charlie,” he whispered against my lips. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked, slowly skating his fingertips over my shoulders and collarbone.
“No,” I whispered back hoarsely. “Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”
“I’ve wanted you forever,” he whispered as the heat of his warm breath brushed over my lips.
There were no more words.
When our lips touched again, there was more urgency, an uncontrollable need. His breath hitched as our tongues tangled together, and my hands were grasping at his shirt, clumsily lifting it over his head. I slid my hands to his waist, unbuttoned his jeans, lowered his zipper, and let everything that was keeping us apart fall to the floor. He kicked at his jeans, sending them flying across the room to land in a crumpled heap on my bed.
His fingers hesitantly curled around the weight of my breasts, caressing the rough pads of his fingers over my sensitive skin, touching, then tasting, licking, sucking. My pulse crashed in waves through my body; I’d never needed anything more in my life than I needed him.
I heard him hiss when I reached down and took him in my hand. Gripping him firmly, the smooth, taut skin throbbed and pulsed under my touch. Slowly, I moved my fist, sliding it up and down. Wrapping his hands around the back of my neck and kissing me deeper, he thrust himself against the palm of my hand, moaning into my mouth.
Still wrapped around each other, we stumbled awkwardly to my bed, falling over the covers, laughing and giggling into each other. I was positive he had to feel the hammering of my heart as his hands and lips roamed my entire body. My head spun in circles.This was my best friend.I was kissing and touching my best friend. It was so utterly beautiful it nearly broke my heart.
My hands gripped the blankets that surrounded us as I watched him run his lips over me. When he reached the insides of my thighs, his dark, silky hair brushed along my most private area, sending shock waves through my body. A low moan escaped my lips and his mouth was on me, fingers inside me, as I franticly pressed myself against him, unable to control my hunger.
“Jase,” I whimpered, pulling him up. His eyes were glazed over, a delirious smile on his face, lips glistening fromme.
“I’m never going to get enough of you, Charlie,” he said, looking into my eyes. “Even when we’re old and gray, and back in diapers, I will never get enough of you.” He captured my lips with his as I wrapped my legs around him. He lifted his lips from mine; his cheeks turned red with the question in his eyes. I nodded and smiled; my cheeks burning to probably match the color of his. He wildly grabbed at his pants that were on the covers next to us and pulled a foiled wrapper out of one of the pockets.
I yanked it out of his hand and ripped it open, giggling. “Let me,” I whispered. And as he held himself over me, I slowly rolled it over the length of him with shaky fingers.
When I was done, he leaned his forehead against mine, gently laid himself over me, and grasped both my hands with his. Pulling them over my head, he entwined our fingers together, “Tell me what you want, Charlie.”
“All I ever wanted was you, Jase,” I whispered, lifting my hips to meet his.
“Then, I’m yours,” he breathed, sliding slowly inside me. “And, Charlie, you’ve always belonged to me.” His forehead lifted off mine, our eyes locked, and the way he looked at me completely stole the air from my lungs.I will never feel this way about anyone else in my life.
His mouth claimed mine as we moved together. No, it was more than my mouth he claimed. He claimed my body, my soul, my mind; he claimed all of me. I knew without a single doubt in my heart, I would never love another person as completely as I loved Jase Delaney.
