Page 38 of Take Her On

“I think it turns you on.” Jamie’s hand found her waist, sparking a fire there. When Maya didn’t move, she tightened her grip, and Maya felt it everywhere. “You say I’m annoying…and cocksure, and arrogant. Yet, every time I touch you, something changes. I see it. I feel it.” Her fingers dug into her hip, and Maya sucked in a sharp breath, heat flushing her face. “Maybe all this time, this…vendetta you’ve had against me…is just because you want to fuck me.”

Jesus Christ. Maya almost swallowed her tongue. She didn’t want her to be right, but her body was betraying her, and as soon as she didn’t slap Jamie’s hand away, Jamie knew it. The smirk tugging at her mouth said it all. Maya wanted to knock it off her face. To shut her up, to pull at her, to have her at her mercy, to make her beg her for—

Oh god. I do want to fuck her.

The realisation made her legs weak. Or maybe it was the intense gaze Jamie was pinning her with, the way those piercing eyes undressed her without words.

Both Jamie’s hands were gripping Maya’s waist now. Strong. Possessive. “Is this what you like, Maya?” Her stare darkened, holding her in place. “I can play the bad guy if that’s what you want.”

In a quick movement, Jamie pushed her up against the wall with a thud.

Maya gasped, her pulse thundering as Jamie pressed her weight into her. Her fist curled around the collar of Maya’s Millton University T-shirt, and she pushed her harder into the wall, their faces so close Maya could feel her breath.

Her body ached traitorously in her abdomen, slick heat pooling between her thighs. Jamie had caught her off guard again, somehow worming her way under her skin, and she couldn’t do anything about it. She had her right where she wanted her. Maya felt powerless, and in a new, twisted kind of way, she liked it.

Her mind was always talking, always assessing, overthinking. Looking into Jamie’s eyes, that all quietened. It was just the humming of her whole body that occupied her senses.

Jamie leaned in, her breath tickling the sensitive spot on Maya’s neck. Her voice was a low, throaty whisper, each word sticking in her throat. “Just tell me to stop.”

Chapter Eleven

Jamie

Jamie looked deep into Maya’s brown eyes, her heart skipping painfully in her chest. She couldn’t hear anything over her own ragged breathing. Time seemed suspended as she pressed her arm into Maya’s throat, waiting, watching, begging for a sign to kiss her. She never thought she’d have her like this; she was terrified of her snapping out of this reverie and those walls closing back up.

Maya’s gaze moved over her face and rested on her mouth, sending electric sparks through her stomach. Did she want to kiss her as bad as Jamie did? She felt Maya’s pulse thundering away under her forearm. Maybe she’d pushed her too much. It was obvious to even the most casual observer that Maya enjoyed control. She loosened the pressure at her throat, and something seemed to roll across Maya’s face.

I’m losing her.

“Maya…” Jamie uttered, swallowing the rest of her sentence when they locked eyes.

Everything inside Jamie squeezed, heat coiling around her midsection. Maya’s lips lifted in the sexiest way possible, and she nodded, slow and deliberate.

That was all the confirmation Jamie needed.

She crashed her lips to Maya’s, and her warm mouth welcomed her, kissing her hard and forceful. Fuck. Their hot tongues swirled together, battling for power, but Jamie pressed her weight into her, keeping her against the wall. She dipped her mouth, kissing Maya’s neck, sucking and grazing her teeth along the soft skin, and going harder when Maya’s fingers tangled in her hair and pulled. A moan rumbled in Maya’s throat, and heat flashed between Jamie’s legs.

Maya liked Jamie being forceful—and she was more than happy to oblige. She took her earlobe into her mouth and nibbled, before kissing and nipping her skin, just hard enough to bruise. Maya hissed, tightening her grip in Jamie’s hair, then forcing her to pull back. Her breathing was uneasy, her pupils large with desire. The way they commanded Jamie’s entire being should be criminal.

Jamie couldn’t stop her lips from curling. Maya tugged at her hair again, and she groaned.

She’s fighting it.

As much as Jamie loved Maya’s dominant side, she wanted her to let go, to give in to the way Jamie was making her feel. But she could feel the tide turning. So, with one hand still at Maya’s throat, she slipped the other down inside her tracksuit bottoms, pressing against the damp cotton of her underwear. Maya inhaled sharply, and Jamie’s head almost exploded at the confirmation that she was hot for her.

“Fuck, Maya,” she hissed. “You’re so wet.” She dared to push her fingers harder against her and blew out a heavy breath. “Is this all for me?”

Maya’s chest heaved. Jamie wasn’t used to her being so quiet.

“This is new to you,” she said. “But you like it, don’t you?”

Their eyes met in a challenge. Jamie started circling her fingers over her damp underwear, and a gasp choked in Maya’s throat. She could hear how wet she was. Jamie could feel herself, too. The throbbing between her legs was becoming unbearable.

“Maya,” she warned, her tone taking on a low, deep register. “If you don’t answer me, I’ll have to stop.” Her mouth ticked. “Consent is important.”

She held her breath.

“Yes,” Maya conceded through gritted teeth.