Page 142 of Blindside Me
“I’ve never brought anyone here who mattered,” I say.
Jade’s expression shifts, softens into something that makes my chest ache. She reaches for my hand, tugging me further into the room. Into my space. Into what comes next.
“Well,” she says, voice low. “I’m here now.”
We stand close enough that the air between us is the only thing left to cross. This moment feels balanced on a knife’s edge. One wrong move, one misspoken word could shatter everything. I need her to understand this isn’t just about getting her back in my bed. It’s about something deeper, something I can’t name without terrifying us both.
“This isn’t just about sex.” The words emerge more abruptly than intended, falling into the quiet space between us. “You don’t owe me because I went public tonight.”
Jade smiles. It’s teasing, sure, but steady underneath. Her palms frame my face, thumbs brushing against my jawline. “You told three thousand people you love me. And now you’re shy?” A beat passes. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be.”
She kisses me then, slowly and deliberately. It’s not the frantic, desperate kisses from before. It’s something else. Something that tastes like certainty.
My hands find her waist, drawing her closer until our bodies press together, heat building between layers of clothes. We move toward the bed without breaking contact, a dance we’ve done before but somehow feels entirely new. The back of my knees hit the mattress edge. I sit, pulling her with me. When her weight settles across my lap, my chest unclenches.
Her fingers tangle in my hair, tugging just enough to send a warming shiver through me. My hands slip beneath the hem of her shirt, finding soft, smooth skin. She trembles at my touch.
“Too cold?” I murmur against her lips.
“Not cold enough.” She reaches for the bottom of her shirt and lifts it over her head in one fluid motion.
The sight of her simple black bra against pale skin, the curve of her collarbone, the constellation of freckles across her shoulder that I’ve traced with my tongue before steals my fucking breath. I swallow hard, fighting to maintain control.
Jade’s fingers find the hem of my T-shirt and tugs upward. I lift my arms, allowing her to pull it off. Her palms flatten against my chest, warm against my skin, tracing the contours of muscle.
“I missed this,” she whispers, voice husky. “You.”
Our clothes come off piece by piece, her jeans sliding down smooth legs, my belt buckle flicking open under her nimble fingers. Each newly exposed inch of skin becomes a canvas forexploration. My mouth traces the curve of her neck, the hollow of her throat, the sensitive spot behind her ear that makes her gasp.
Soon we’re down to underwear, Jade straddling my lap, her bra discarded somewhere on the floor. I cup her breasts, thumbs brushing across sensitive peaks, drawing a soft moan from her lips. The sound vibrates through me, sinking between my hips.
She shifts backward, sliding off my lap to kneel between my legs. Her fingertips trace the waistband of my boxers, eyes holding mine with mischievous intent.
“I believe I owe you something,” she says, voice dropped to a whisper.
I frown slightly, confused until she adds, “I need to make up for my failed blowjob.”
The memory clicks into place. Our first night together, her rushed attempt, the pounding on the bathroom door, the … bruise. My throat tightens at the realization she remembered. That it bothered her enough to want to try again.
I hesitate, my hand catching hers. “You don’t have to?—”
“I know.” She cuts me off, confidence in her eyes. “I’m actually really good at it.” She raises an eyebrow in challenge. “Let me prove it.”
My dick happily agrees, pressing against the cotton fabric, but as much as I loved how she could deep throat my cock, Ididn’t love the overzealous effort. “Uh…”
“I’m serious. I’m not as bad as the first time.”
“Our only time.”
“That’s because you haven’t let me.”
I run my hands along her silky body. “That’s because I like taking care of you.”
“Bullshit. You’re just gun-shy, which I get.” She pouts, and she’s so fucking cute. I’ve never seen anyone beg to give head before. I’m on the verge of caving when her eyes light up.
“I have an idea. I’ll lie on my back with my head off the mattress, and let you control the tempo.”
“Say what now?” Skepticism wars with curiosity. This is something new, and my body is here for it. My brain, on the other hand…
