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Jem

I’M ON HER BEFORE she can change her mind. My hands come up the side of her face as I lean down and press my lips on hers.

She places her hands on my chest in a weak attempt to push me away. “Jem.”

I nip at her lips, and she sighs, her body shuddering against mine as she gives in. The feeling is electric, pulsing through my veins like a drug. Her plush lips on mine, parting ever so slightly as she allows me to suck on her sweet little tongue — it’s a feeling I adore. A feeling I can’t get enough of.

Fuck, she tastes like heaven. Like home.

She pulls away for air, and my teeth graze gently against her bottom lip. I move to her neck, and she closes her eyes as I plant soft kisses on the bare skin exposed there. She flushes, blood rising to the surface of her skin wherever I place my lips.

I missed this. I missed this so much.

Touching her, kissing her.

I was stupid. I was so stupid. This beautiful girl wanted me to share my pain with her and I pushed her away instead.

We barely had enough time together.

I know she wasn’t lying. She really does hate me for what I did.

But she loves me despite it.

And I’m going to spend the rest of my life proving why giving me another chance was the best decision she could have ever made.

She runs her hands through my hair, ruffling it further. “You grew out your hair.”

“Yeah,” I breathe.

My hands come up under her ass as I haul her body up into mine, and her arms settle around my shoulders as she tugs my hair back, clenching her jaw in anger. “I’m not anything to you now.”

A sound of disapproval rumbles from me. “You’re my girl.”

“No,” she says, “I’m not.”

I narrow my gaze on her.

She fixes me with a stubborn look as she looks down at me in my arms. “I went on a date with Kedar Williams.”

Jealousy eats at the ends of my vision, roaring through the blood pumping in my chest. I clamp down on my jaw. “And?”

“It was nice,” she says, taunting me.

I grit my teeth. “Yeah?”

She meets my gaze evenly. “Yeah.”

Nice,” I growl, taking her mouth again, if only to stop her from speaking. I’m walking to my bedroom, and she isn’t making a move to get away from me.

I drop onto my bed, with her still on me. Her yellow sundress rides up her thighs, and my blood is running hot in my veins.

“So fucking nice,” I grit out.

Glaring at me, I can tell she’s still angry. Not just angry — she’s livid. Her breaths are short and quick. She leans forward, grinding her hips along the hard length of my cock through my jeans.

She tugs my shirt over my head, leaving me bare chested in front of her. Her pupils dilate as she takes in the sight. Those big brown eyes drag back to mine. And then she leans forward and kisses me. Hard.

She bites on my lip hard enough for a sting of pain. I groan in her mouth, lowering my lips to a spot on her neck, sucking hard enough for it to bruise. I lave my tongue of the spot, and her head tips back, the knot in her throat bobbing.

It’s a soft exchange of pain.

I switch positions so that she’s the one underneath me, and her body bounces as it lands on my bed. She’s not wearing a bra under that little dress of hers, so her tits bounce, too. I know how they feel under my hands — I know her body by memory —and it’s fucking killing me.

“How did I ever stay away from you?” I ask, in a daze.

“Stop talking,” she snaps.

My lips lift, and I draw down, undoing the laces of her Keds before discarding them on the ground. I drag my hands up the smooth skin of her legs, from ankle to thigh, and she lets go of a labored breath, shivering under my touch.

The hem of her dress I is bunched around the apex of her thighs, and her lacy white underwear is on full display. My dick gets harder — if it was even possible. I push aside the feeling, focusing on the sight of her in front of me. I can get off just like this.

I hook my fingers into the waistband of lace, peeling it down the length of her legs and off her ankles. Spreading her thighs, I make space for myself and lean down, feeling the soft skin of her thighs on the sides of my face.

“So wet for me,” I murmur.

When I breathe out against her, Indie mutters something incongruent and clenches her thighs around my neck.

When I replace my finger with my mouth, she sighs, arching her back. I flatten my tongue against her. She tosses her head back and buries her hands in my hair. Working on her clit with my tongue, I edge a single finger inside her.

“Is it nice?” I taunt her.

“Asshole,” she mutters.

I slide in another finger.

Oh.”

She’s near, I can feel it, but she’s holding back.

“Come for me, baby,” I coax, voice soothing as I pump in and out of her. Slow, at first, then quickening when I notice her reaction. “Come all over my hand.”

She shudders. “Jem . . .”

I duck down, placing my lips over her. She writhes under me. I grin, lowering to her clit. I lick and suck while keeping up with that slow, steady, pump of my fingers.

“Jem,” she cries, her face flush with heated pleasure.

I press a little harder in the places that elicits small, breathless moans from her. My fingers find that soft, sensitive spot inside her, and I carouse in the silky feel of it. She holds back for longer than I expected, and then finally lets loose on that little tether.

She comes.

I grin. “Good girl.”

She’s a fascinating mixture of frustration and need. I’d wrung it out of her quickly. She doesn’t know how beautiful she looks, writhing in pleasure underneath me, all bare. Her body’s perfect. Perfect for me.

I grab a pillow and ease her hips upward, positioning the pillow flush under her.

Then I reach over her for a condom, sliding it over my length before lining it up against her. Guiding myself to her entrance, I watched as I slowly pierce her. She whimpers, spine arching off the bed and into me. I freeze.

“Am I hurting you?”

She shakes her head.

“No,” she pants, shifting under me to adjust herself, her voice is accusing. “It’s been a while.”

I push aside the tiny spark of contentment I feel at that, and settle with a low, “I’ll make it up to you.”

I feed my cock into her, and inch by excruciating inch, she takes me into that velvet embrace.

It’s heaven.

Her legs widen more and my thin hold on control snaps. I slide deep into her in one fluid motion, right to the hilt. Then I pull out slightly and thrust in slow. Torturously slow. Even though it’s killing me. I just don’t want to hurt her.

She’s mine now. No more just a figment of my imagination. Not just a dull, painful ache throbbing dormant in my chest.

Sweat drips from our bodies, a light sheen covering her thighs, collecting at her brow and the dip of her throat. I drive into her and deepen my stroke, curving my spine into her waist.

I lean down and kiss her, and speed up—faster, deeper. I hit that spot inside her and she shudders. The orgasm takes her by surprise as she comes again around me.

I slow down, giving her a few seconds to recover before I start fucking her in earnest. I cover her body with mine, leaning down to swallow her moans as I take her mouth.

“I love you,” I whisper against her temple.

The words tamper whatever hold I still have on my sanity. Blood pounds in my ears. A groan rips through me as I come. She shudders under me, breathing in the crook of my neck, as she sucks up every ounce of me into herself greedily.

We’re both breathing heavy, swimming in a haze. Fucking her is transcendental. I stare down at her, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen, and a budding bruise on her neck.

“You’re mine,” I say.

She frowns, still breathing heavy. “Prove it.”

My lips lift.

And I do just that.


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