Page 66 of Paradox
“Do you wish there was one here for you?” he repeats.
“I asked you first.”
“You already know my answer.”
“Do I?”
“I think you do.”
He’s so close now that I could easily pull him on top of me. I could feel how warm his skin is. I could taste his lips and see if they’re as soft as they look. But he’s just a kid, and I’m— "So say it then."
His breath is so heavy I can hear it, but it’s still not as loud as the blood pumping in my ears.
Pulling his eyes away from mine, Jin looks between us, and—so slowly at first I don't realize he's moving—his fingertips ghost over me. Then it’s his palm, and the whole weight of his hand as he gropes me through my sweats.
I short circuit.
Grab him.
Throw him to the ground.
Cage him there.
“Why the fuck did you do that?”
Jintae’s pale fingers graze over the tanned and tattooed skin of my waist, left bare by how my flannel has fallen forward. “Because you weren’t kissing me.”
“I can’t do that.”
He moves to the first button, pushing it through its hole before doing the same to the second. “Why not?”
“I might like it.”
He separates my flannel, running his hands up over my chest to curve them around my traps at the base of my neck. “And why is that such a bad thing?”
“Because I'm scared I’ll never be able to stop.”
I can feel the heat radiating off of him.
He wraps his legs around my waist, and before either of us know it, my weight is bearing down on him because I want him. His smell. The taste of his breath.
We’re a mess of hands and tongues with no finesse whatsoever, just a desperate need to have everything all at once.
His skin is as soft as I knew it would be. But the muscles of his stomach are hard as I push my hand beneath the cute navy pajamas he always wears.
I grab at his waist, his hair, his ass.
I feel how hard he is against me as I grind between his legs.
This is nothing I should want, but everything I need.
“Eden,” he moans against my lips, and I suck it down. “I… I want…” He cuts himself off by kissing me again.
He’s so small in my arms, but so strong as he clings to me.
There’s no going back from here. Not when we only have each other in this pressure cooker of testosterone.
“No more DVD’s,” Jin says as he unhooks his legs from around me.
