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“When you moan like that, you look so. Damn. Beautiful.”
I’m about to askhowexactly, but then his fingers stroke over my bare clit, and I moan. He pushes down against me and starts moving his hand from side to side. All the while, the curtains are open. We’re out of view, and it’s nighttime. Our street is quiet. That doesn’t mean we’re beingcleverabout this. If we wanted to keep this a secret, we wouldn’t be doing anything here, but I didn’t know there was athis—a chance at steaminess between us—before he kissed me.
He rubs me faster, quicker, my clit getting warm and then hot and then boiling, and everything else falls away. The rest of reality slips into insignificance as my hips take on a life of their own.
I don’t plan on shifting against him, grabbing his shoulders for purchase, or feeling my nails bend against his irrepressible muscles. I didn’t plan on twerking toward the end, the pleasure rising, turning to ecstasy as my hole aches and my clit pulses. That’s right,twerkinglike my lower half has decided to audition for a music video. His hand is too fierce. I can’t help it. I’m giving him misleading ideas about what sort of lover I’ll be, but I can’t stop.
“You’re so close,” he growls. “I can see it. You’ve never looked sexier.”
I didn’t even know he thought I wassexy, let alonesexier, but I’ll take it.
Searing, blistering, beautiful heat washes over my lower half. My pussy aches, and my clit throbs, and suddenly, in one bright moment, I know this will work out. I know nothing could ever come between us. As I hover in the release, as the orgasm sends wave upon wave of toe-curling sensation boiling through me, I can’t imagine anything tearing us apart.
The orgasm passes, and I’m left panting, my confident thoughts drifting away. I almost call out to them, “Come back, better version of me. Come back, girl with all the answers.”
Jax stands, staring down at me, his whole body trembling. There’s a bomb in him ready to go off, the seconds ticking down. It’s like he’s trying to fight it. When it detonates, his resolve crumbles, and he reaches for his waistband. For his belt.
“What are you doing?” I snap, sitting up, my hands worrying at my buttons as I think about Mom walking in here.
Or, and this is somehowworse, Mom not walking in, giving Jax and me the free time to follow the path he wants to take, but what happens when he learns the truth?
His hands pause. His mouth opens.
“I…” His eyes are clear, as though he’s just emerged from sleep like he only now realizes what he’s doing. “I thought—”
He cuts himself off, his features shifting, becoming darker.
“I must’ve made a mistake.”
No, it’s not that…
I will myself to soften, but I can’t tell him the truth, not in person. Everything’s easier over the phone with time to think about what I’m going to type or what I’mnotgoing to type.
“Yes,” I say, jumping to my feet and turning away so I don’t have to look at him. “I guess you did.”
He marches for the door. I hear his heavy footsteps, but I don’t turn to look at him.
“Call me if he comes back, and remember to set your alarm after I leave.”
There’s a love-touched tugging in my chest. He’s still thinking about my safety, even after what just happened—my hot-then-cold routine.
Once he’s gone, I set the alarm and look out the front window. He’s sitting in his car, staring down into his lap, maybe at his phone. Quickly, I grab my phone from my pocket. I’m right. The dots are appearing and vanishing again. The interior light of his car lets me see his expression, the tightness of his jaw, and the glinting in his eyes.
It’s like he hates me for how nasty I turned things so soon after the lust we shared. No, that’s not right. We didn’tshareanything. He tried to share it, and I let the scared little kid in me take over.
You can send me a text if you like,I type.It’s okay. You don’t have to be shy.
In the car, he laughs, though obviously, I can’t hear it. He looks over at the house, and then his gaze resettles as he spots me. I raise my hand, waving nervously.
I thought you wanted nothing to do with me after how we left things.
Maybe it’s just easier to text.
Easier,he replies.Sure, but less exciting.I don’t know what happened there, Zoey.
It’s simple. You kissed me. It got hot and heavy and, honestly, awesome. Then I let silly thoughts ruin it and make me snap at you, which was not my plan.
No. What was your plan?he asks.
