Page 142 of A Little Jaded
When I pull away again, I rasp, “You sure you want this, Storm? It’s been a long night. I can wait.”
“You’re not him, remember?” She slowly lowers her hands, letting them cradle my jaw instead of my temples and the back of my skull. “You’re nothing like him.” She bends forward and presses another soft kiss to me. “You call me the storm, Ev, but you? You calm my waters.” Her lips find the edge of my mouth. “You make me whole.”
I close my eyes, savoring the feel of her hands on me. Her mouth on me. Her weight pressing into my lap and the way her shampoo tickles my nostrils. The way she’s completely inserted herself into my life, down to my very clothes, and I wouldn’t change any of it. Nothing.
“I love you, Raine.”
I can feel her smile against the edge of my mouth as she shifts on my lap. It isn’t much. Just a tiny movement. But I can feel it. The heat of her core pressed against me. The stilted breathing as it fans across my face.
“I want to feel you, Ev,” she whispers.
This girl. She could ask for the moon, and I’d find a way to lasso it. She wants to feel me? I can fulfill her request in an instant. But I don’t want to pressure her. I don’t want to hurt her. I don’t want to do anything but worship her.
Opening my eyes, I lean my head against the couch and ask, “Where?”
Her smile widens, and she bites her bottom lip. “Everywhere.”
The word is a plea, and I kiss her again, pouring all of my fear and tension and regret into it. I could’ve lost her tonight. I could’ve fucking lost her. My fingers dig into her thighs again as I kiss her harder. She meets it, though. Taking everything I have to give and throwing even more passion into it until I could come in my damn sweats, and I wouldn’t even be surprised. A tiny mewl slips out of her as I drag my tongue along the seam of her lips, retreating ever so slightly, and she shifts against me again. It’s less subtle this time, and my cock hardens beneath her even more. I shift on the couch, searching for a semblance of control when all I want to do is throw her on her back and mark every inch of her perfect skin, knowing he marked it first.
“Stay with me,” she begs. “I need you.”
“You need me, baby?” I challenge.
She nods and burrows her head into my neck, kissing my throat and grinding against me shamelessly. My arms are like steel as I wrap them around her slender waist. Then I stand, lay her on the couch, and kneel on the ground beside her. She’s wearing my clothes. And fuck me, she’s never looked prettier like this. Laid out before me. My white t-shirt riding up and showcasing her black, lacy underwear. Slowly, I draw a line along the black scrap of cloth, then press my hand right above her pubic bone and smile.
“What?” she asks.
“My fingers can reach both your hipbones.”
“And that’s amusing?”
My attention shifts from where I’m touching her to her pinched brows, and I laugh. Bending down again, I kiss the crook of her neck. “Just a reminder of how well we fit, I guess.”
“Mm-hmm.” She wraps her arms around my neck, refusing to let me leave now that I’m close to her again.
“Don’t worry, Stormie. I’m not goin’ anywhere.” I breathe against her and drag my fingers along the waistband of lace again. Teasing her. Knowing exactly where she wants me and damn, if I don’t want to be there, too.
With a slow exhale, she lets her legs fall open and murmurs, “Careful. If you keep teasing me, I might have to take matters into my own hands.”
“Now, that’s something I’d like to see one of these days.” I kiss her neck again, then drag my lips down her throat and push her shirt up until her breasts are exposed. She isn’t wearing a bra. The girl hates them and never wears one when we’re home. The reminder makes me smile against her silky skin as I take a nipple into my mouth and draw a circle around the tiny bud. When it hardens against my lips, I suck it deeper into my mouth, and she gasps.
“Ev,” she breathes.
Tangling her fingers in the hair at the nape of my neck, she holds me against her, squirming on the couch as I slowly move my hands down the outside of her thighs before finding her center. The fabric of her underwear is soaked, and I bite back my groan, playing with her folds through the lacy material.
“Finally,” she whimpers. “I love you so much.”
I’ll never get used to it. Those words. Or my response to them. My chest tightens. I push her underwear to the side, then dip my finger into her. The girl’s like silk. Wet. Hot. Silk.
Resting my head against her sternum, I look down, watching my fingers disappear inside of her as my cock weeps with need. “So fucking wet,” I rasp. “You’re so fucking?—”
She tugs me up to her and kisses me, sucking my tongue into her mouth as she rides my hand. Fuck, I love her like this. Wild and carefree and desperate for me. Crooking my finger, I feel for the little rough patch of skin inside her channel, and she bucks against me, proving I hit the spot I was searching for.
“Need you,” she breathes out. “Need you inside me.”
“Patience,” I whisper.
“I’m not patient.” She laughs and shakes her head back and forth. “Not tonight.”