Chapter 10 Zander #4
“What’s wrong with how I treat you? Do I make you uncomfortable?” I ask, dropping my hands to my sides and letting my shoulders sag in defeat. I should have just gone to the basement. Seeing Jade was a terrible idea. Not even an hour alone with her, and I’ve fucked it up.
Froggie’s going to have my ass for this.
That should be my biggest concern, and while it is worrisome, I'm more concerned that I made Jade uncomfortable, even though I tried really hard not to.
I watch her for a moment, trying to figure out what I could have done better, but nothing comes to mind. A smile breaks across her face, and she shakes her head almost frantically. “No, you adorable idiot!” she says, stepping closer to me. “It’s actually the complete opposite.”
She takes another step forward until she’s right in front of me. Her eyes are no longer uncertain, but her face remains open and honest. I feel a weight lift off my shoulders, knowing I didn’t cause her discomfort. But if that’s the case, then what is the problem?
“Nobody has ever treated me like you do.” Her hands come up to both sides of my face as if to hold me still. I don’t bother to tell her that I’m damn near rooted in the spot, waiting to see what else she has to say.
“You see me, Zander. You joke with me even when I don’t get them.
You don’t act like I’m broken, and you show me new things and get excited to share them with me.
You don’t own me and don’t seem like you want to.
You make me feel like a normal girl, like a person.
You care if you make me uncomfortable, for fucks sake!
” Each word has more emotion than the last, and by the end, her eyes look almost sad again, but the smile on her face continues to grow.
“You give me a weird weightless feeling in my stomach and make my cheeks hurt, and I don’t know what to do with that. ”
My lips pull up in a smile to match hers as I stand there, unable to look away from her beautiful green eyes and the emotion that swirls in them. Her hands still rest on either side of my face, and I snake my arm around her waist to pull her flush against me.
“You're wrong about one thing, Jade. I would love to own you. Just not in the way you're used to.” I cup her cheek with my other hand and pull her in. I make sure to do it slowly enough that she can pull back if she wants to. Our lips are barely a breath apart when her eyes dart to mine. I can see she wants this just as much as I do, and that’s all the motivation I need.
This time, I close the distance between us. I fucked up the first time, but I won’t let that happen again. She pretty much just told me she has a crush on me without understanding what it means, and I’ll be damned if I push her away now.
It was one thing not to make any advances on her when I thought it would be the last thing she wanted, but she does want it, wants me.
That thought alone is enough to have my cock straining against my zipper once again, but I ignore it in favor of kissing her.
We can go at whatever pace she sets. Right now, she wants my lips, and that’s what she’s going to get.
Our lips meet in a chaste kiss.
Just like the first time, it’s unhurried, and I’m struck by how soft her lips are against my own. The taste of her explodes in my mouth, but this time, I’m paying attention to it, waiting for it.
She tastes like honey with just a hit of mint, as if she’s brushed her teeth recently. It takes me a moment to realize she must have some kind of chapstick or lip gloss on, but the flavor suits her.
I slide my hand from her cheek around to the back of her neck, threading my fingers into her wet hair.
I hold her to me without pulling, and she melts into me.
Curious to see how she’ll react, I press my lips to hers more urgently.
She matches my intensity, her hands falling from my face to wrap around my neck, pulling me to her as if we could possibly be any closer.
The smell and taste of her surround me, and for a moment, it’s as if I’m drowning in her.
An innocent kiss quickly turns heated as our lips meet and pull away over and over again. Our breaths come quicker as we fight the need to breathe in favor of exploring each other.
I’m not sure how long we kiss, but eventually, the need for air is too much, and I pull back. I can’t bring myself to let her go, though, and she makes no move to leave my arms. Tilting my head down, I rest my forehead on hers as we try to get our raging breaths under control.
I peel my eyes open. I don’t even remember closing them, but when I look down at her, her eyes are still closed. Her cheeks are flushed, and her lip quirked up in a small smile.
I’ve never felt so much pride in bringing someone pleasure as I do at this moment.
As I watch her chest rise and fall rapidly, I want to do it again.
Looking down at her pink lips, I feel a tug of satisfaction seeing them red and raw, knowing my own probably don’t look much better.
I can’t resist, not that I even really try.
I lean forward again and lightly press my lips to hers.
Just one more taste.
I move to pull away, only intending to have just one more kiss, but her eyes fly open, and they sparkle with mischief. Right before our lips meet, she bites down hard on my lower lip.
The slight pain mixes with the pleasure and sends me spiraling.
With my arm still around her waist, I pull her up to me, her feet no longer on the ground.
She doesn’t hesitate to circle her legs around me.
In one swift motion, I spin us around, pushing her back against the door that I was blocking her from only moments ago.
I tighten my hold on her hair as she presses against me.
Her shorts must be some of the thinnest material on the fucking planet because even through my jeans, I swear I can feel her warmth as she presses against me.
Then, as if she can read my thoughts, she rolls her hips.
The feel of her pulls a sound from me that’s almost feral before I crush my lips back to hers again.
I can feel her smile even as I kiss her breathlessly, and that’s fine; two can play that game.
My tongue darts out, licking the edge of her lips, desperate for access.
With zero hesitation, she opens for me. We explore one another, and this kiss is exactly what I imagined from Jade.
This isn’t sweet; it’s hurried and frantic, and I don’t know if I’ll ever get enough.
I take the distraction of our war of tongues as a moment to strike back at her.
With her back against the door and her hanging off of me, she has no wiggle room.
I press against her heat and roll my hips like she did to me moments ago.
She moans into my mouth, and I swallow the sound, but I need to hear it. I need to know what she sounds like when filled with pleasure. Pulling back just enough to break our lips apart, I don’t give her time to question me or move back to me before I roll my hips against her again.
Her head falls back against the door as a strained moan falls from her lips.
Fuck me.
I’m not sure I’ve ever heard a sound so sweet.
She’s all but laid out before me, head thrown back, eyes closed, as her chest heaves with each breath.
My eyes follow the curve of her exposed throat down her chest. Her shirt is pulled lower from our tangling of limbs, and all the bruises and scars in the world couldn’t make her unappealing.
She’s like temptation in human form. The tops of her breasts peek out with the lace of her burgundy bra, and it’s all I can do to stop from bending over to lick at the exposed skin.
If I did, would she make that sound again? What other sounds can I pull from her?
How would she feel underneath me?
The thought pulls me up short. This isn’t about me. It’s about her.
I take a deep breath and push myself to think with the head on my shoulders instead of the one in my pants. I lean forward and press feather-light kisses up her neck until I get to her jaw, continuing up until I reach her ear.
“Whatever you need, I’m here for you. Just say the word,” I tell her as I nibble and lick at her ear.
I doubt she will want more than this right now, and I’m fine with that.
I may end up with balls so blue they ache, but this is already more than I thought I would ever get with her.
I refuse to push her, at least not until I know she’s ready.
Our eyes meet once again as I pull away. I let her hair slip through my fingers and slowly loosen my hold on her waist, allowing her to slide down the length of my body until she’s once again on her feet in front of me.
Her hair and clothes are a tangled mess, and I'm certain I don't look much better. Her cheeks are flushed, and she looks a little dazed, but her smile is bright and real when she looks up at me. Her face is entirely open and unguarded.
I push some of her loose hair behind her ear to get it out of her face before I lean forward and brush my lips to her forehead. She lets out a soft giggle, pulling a smile to my face as well.
Yeah, I could get used to this, get used to her.
“Well, since I’m sure we both have more than enough energy right now, how about you come with me and let me show you something?
” I move around her to the door, and she steps back to let me open it, following me out into the hall.
I take her following me as a sign of her accepting my invitation.
Sliding my hand into hers, I interlock our fingers, guiding her down the hallway and through the kitchen.
I glance back at her and see her smile still firmly in place.
The guys are going to give me hell, but I’ll deal with them later.
For now, I want to see what other surprises Jade has in store for us. I have a feeling she’s full of them.