Approaching her wasn’t on the game plan. Not yet. I had things I needed to take care of before I did something stupid like touch her, even if it was just her hand, but fuck me, who could have blamed me?
The moment her eyes connected with mine from across the club, I’d known she would come looking for me. There had been a flicker of recognition in her eyes as time had stopped. Almost like her soul remembered mine from the past lives during which we must have been connected. Not that that was something I had ever believed in in the past. But Jade Whitlock had changed all that. What was up was now down and vice versa. Shit, if she told me the sky was neon polka dots and pastel stripes, I’d believe her.
But even with that flicker of something in her gaze, I’d tried to distance myself, moving away from the spot she had seen me last and watching from the shadows as disappointment painted her beautiful features. Disappointment I’d put there. It cut deeper than a knife, and I knew what that felt like firsthand. But I’d stayed away until some drunk asshole approached her.Hollis’ green eyes had tried to stop me when he saw me get up, but he knew better than to try to keep me away from her.
I should have stepped away after approaching. A simple glare could have more than done the trick. At the bare minimum, I should have kept my dirty hands to myself. But I must be a fucking masochist. Merely standing next to her, feeling the soft heat of her delectable body after watching her dance and having had her eyes on me, had broken me. Shattering my self-control, I’d pulled her next to me. The small touch of my hand on her hip was anything but innocent. The feeling of her smooth skin under my palm made me want to pound my chest and show everyone who she belonged to.
Shout at everyone at the club and let them know she was mine.
Thankfully, I’d been able to hold back from that so she wouldn’t think I was crazier than the asshole who had dared touch her. I didn’t think when I leaned into the fucker and threatened to shove his balls down his thorat and stick around to watch him shit them out. It had all been natural instinct.
If I had, I would have scared her. So, I’d held back somewhat.
Worry rushed through me that Jade would see exactly what kind of monster I was and run.
But she hadn’t.
No, my sweetness had looked almost impressed. And seriously turned on.
And I couldn’t help myself. I started to lead her away from the floor. In that moment, I didn’t even think I knew where I was taking her. All I could think about was taking her off the floor, where anyone else could lay their eyes on her, and keep her safe in my arms. It wasn’t until she pulled back and tried to take her hand from mine that some of the primal haze that had taken over cleared.
When I’d looked back at her, she was flushed and so damn beautiful I knew I would take her kicking and screaming if I needed to. And when I picked her up, her soft curvy body in my arms, that’s exactly what I had expected her to do. But for a moment, I had been so overwhelmed by just how damn good she felt in my arms, it cleared all thoughts from my mind.
Jesus. I’d taken her into a private room and locked her inside with me. The fact Jade hadn’t tried to run away from me told me just how much my sweet girl needed someone to watch over her. Claim and protect her. Love her. She’d thanked me for stepping in, for goodness’ sake!
Thanked me.
The thought left me jarred. If Jade only knew the boundaries I’d crossed, the way I breached her privacy and watched her every single breath, she would have yelled for help. She definitely wouldn’t have danced for me like I requested.
My hand moved up and down my still throbbing shaft. My body shifted on the couch I sat on as I looked up at the ceiling. Sweat beaded on my chest, and it had nothing to do with the workout I’d just finished. A workout I started the moment I got home to help alleviate some of the overwhelming need that was running through my overheated veins. I turned my TV on and dropped the remote next to me as my free hand skimmed up and down my abs. The screen of the television was grided with images the cameras I had installed all over her place gifted me.
It was easy to find her.
Jade stood in her kitchen, drinking water while looking out towards her living room, her eyes a little lost as she stared. She set her glass on the counter, and her fingers skimmed her bare collar bone. She was in a cute little soft pink off-the-shoulder sweater that exposed some skin.
Nothing like what I’d seen at the club, but, fuck me, nonetheless just as hot.
Shit, if anything, it was hotter. I couldn’t help but arrogantly wonder if she had chosen it because I told her I liked her wearing pink. Seeing her in her space, casual and comfortable, I could let my mind wander and imagine what it would be like to be there with her. Sitting on the couch like I was now, but one floor above. Her eyes focused on me just as a little naughty little smile played on her beautiful face. She would move through the open floor plan of our place and come right over to me. I licked my lips. This wasn’t going to help keep my hands off my throbbing dick. I’d promised myself the next time I came, it would be with her.
She moved, and I pressed the camera that brought her into focus as she sat on the couch. She was in matching short-shorts that made her legs look long and toned and her ass like a juicy apple I wanted to bite into.
As she sat on the couch, that wicked little smile appeared on her face again. The pads of her fingers skimmed her collarbone again, and she slouched on the couch as I righted myself and sat straighter in mine.Fuck, is she about to do what I think she is?
My breathing shallowed, changing to heavier, rougher puffs of air as she slipped her little hands down to her breasts, toying and squeezing them for a moment before they kept moving in their downward decent. They skimmed her soft belly, and I watched with rapture as the muscles contracted and concaved. Her toes curled.
She got more comfortable on the teal couch, lying on her side, unknowingly facing the camera that was just above her TV, giving me the best seat in the house. She reached for and grabbed a pillow, shoving it under her head. My breathing was choppy, and sweat now rolled down my neck. I groaned at the next movement she made. Jade’s little hand slipped under the waistband of those tiny pink shorts, and her eyes fluttered shut.
She was playing with herself.
Putting on a show for me much like she had in the private room.
I could come with her. Hadn’t that been what I’d promised myself? It wasn’t how I’d wanted to do it, but fuck, it would definitely take the edge off.
Shit, if I thought about it, I could take the stairs two at a time and reach her in less than two minutes. Beg her to let me in and give her all the pleasure she was looking to give herself.
“Are you thinking about me, sweet girl?” I growled, tugging my black gym shorts down. My cock sprang out and bounced against my abdomen. The fucking thing was throbbing and leaking, a bead of clear fluid om the angry ruddy tip.
I spit on my hand and hovered my palm around my cock without actually touching myself. Fuck! The heat of my wet palm teased my dick, but it was nothing but torture without really touching myself. My cock jerked for attention, and when Jade opened her legs, pushing her hand further under the material of her sleep shorts, I did just that. My hand wrapped around my cock hard, tight, before I started to slowly shuttle it up and down my long, girthy length. On the screen, I watched as Jade squirmed and ground her perfect hips back and forth.
