Chapter Nine #2
His fingertips traced over the patch of skin at the base of her throat. “You are so beautiful.”
Jade reached for the hemline on her shirt, but she caught his wrist, halting him from removing her t-shirt. He studied her face and let go.
“It’s okay,” he murmured in a low tone. “We’ll take this at your pace.”
“What if I want to stop?”
“Then we’ll stop,” he replied with a shrug. “Do you want to stop?”
“No,” she said immediately. “Kiss me.”
He cupped her face, tilting it upward, and slammed his lips down onto hers.
All hesitation was gone. He’d given her a chance to back out, but now, there’d be no reprieve.
The dominance in his possession should’ve scared her.
Instead, it fed oxygen to the slow burn inside.
Deep. Wet. The kiss created an inferno racing through her blood.
When their lips broke apart to suck in air, he stared down at her in wonder.
Like the sun bursting through the clouds, letting the fog slowly melt away.
He fell to his knees in front of her to unbutton her shorts and lower the zipper.
As he tugged them over her hips, he snagged her panties as well, pulling them down.
She placed a hand on his shoulder to steady herself as she stepped out of them before running his hands up her smooth legs.
He looked up at her, then placed a small kiss right on her mound.
She shivered, probably in delight but maybe in terror.
Angry that her thoughts spiraled, she shut down that door. Not now. Not here. Time to toss those memories into a dumpster fire and let them burn.
Soon enough, she became distracted as his fingers slid over her slit.
Feathery strokes soon heated her blood, causing an empty ache to throb in her pussy.
Now wet, he pressed his fingers inward while his thumb circled her clit.
The dual sensation was almost too much to handle, and she moaned in pleasure.
“That’s it,” he softly urged. “You’re balancing right along that edge, aren’t you, baby? Look how beautiful you are, flushed with desire. You want to come?”
“Yes, Jade,” she panted. “Please!”
He bent his head, and his lips latched onto her clit, sucking it gently into his mouth.
The pressure built, and her heart beat so fast it made her dizzy.
Sensory overload, until the coil sprang and she flew over the edge.
The orgasm lifted her high, soaring on an ocean of unbelievable ecstasy.
Never in her life had she experienced something so profound, and that was just the foreplay.
When sanity returned, she opened her eyes to stare at him in wonder. “What the hell was that?”
With his chin covered in her slick, he grinned up at her. “I think that was a great orgasm.”
She blinked. “I’ve never experienced anything like it.”
“Then your old lovers were doing it wrong. But they’re in the past, and no one will be giving you orgasms ever again. Just like all my orgasms belong to you now.”
The words warmed her, although she didn’t believe them.
Men were built to cheat. No consequences for them whatsoever.
She held no illusion that Jade was any different, and she would never put herself in that type of situation ever again.
Pretty words were like mascara. Easy to apply, sometimes hard to get off.
Once his fascination with her ended, she’d be like any other woman.
Discarded. Forgotten for the next pretty face.
But that was a problem for future her.
“Are you still with me?”
She blinked, returning to the moment. “Yes.”
He cupped her face. “Do you trust me?”
Did she? A few weeks ago, she would’ve immediately said no. Now, however, she realized she fell for him a long time ago. Maybe even from that very first night. A nervous flutter rose in her belly, and her heart thumped heavily in her chest. It was now or never.
What would he think about her body? Too skinny? Boobs not big enough?
“You’re perfect,” he told her softly.
Her gaze flashed to him. She searched his face, expecting a lecherous leer, but only saw reverence. He ran a finger across the frown she didn’t know she had, soothing some of her racing thoughts. Over her cheek. Down the center of her chest. Once again, Jade took hold of her t-shirt hem.
“Wait,” she murmured. In a move every woman learned from the moment they started wearing bras.
She unhooked the loops in the back before pulling in each arm to slip out of the strap.
Then she pulled the bra out from the bottom of her shirt, all without showing her boobs.
However, it wasn’t her front she was embarrassed about.
It was the scars on her back. They begged for questions she’d rather not answer.
He didn’t even bat an eyelash, only cupped one breast through the t-shirt material and ran his thumb over the turgid peak of her nipple.
“I respect your boundaries,” he murmured.
“It’s just ... it’s not ... I have body issues,” she finally muttered.
He lifted her chin with a finger. “You don’t have to explain. Not to me. We’ll go at your pace.”
“I want you,” she said, absolutely sure about that. “I just want to keep my shirt on.”
He kissed her lightly on the mouth. “Then keep it on.”