Page 35 of Vengeance & Sin

“Why are you apologizing?” I keep my hands raised as I ask her. I half expected her to lash out rather than answer me.

“Ugh!” She lets out a frustrated groan, and her hands dig into her hair as she pulls at it. She lets go of her hair after a moment and holds her arms wide.

“Because I have no idea what I’m doing. Never in my life have I had somebody treat me like you do, Zander!” She yells, and thank fuck the guys are down in the gym. If they weren’t, they would be in here in a heartbeat, and fight or not, I don’t want them here right now. This is between Jade and me, and I want to keep it that way.

“What’s wrong with how I treat you? Do I make you uncomfortable?” I ask as I drop my hands to my sides and my shoulders sag in defeat. I should have just gone to the basement. Seeing Jade was a terrible idea, not even an hour alone with her, and I’ve fucked it up.

Froggie’s going to have my ass for this.

That should be my biggest concern, and while it is concerning, I'm more concerned that I made Jade uncomfortable even though I tried really hard not to.

I watch Jade for a moment as I try to figure out what I could have done better. As I watch her, a smile breaks across her face as she begins to shake her head.

“No, you adorable idiot!” She says as she takes a step closer to me. “It’s actually the complete opposite.”

She takes another step forward until she’s right in front of me. Her eyes are no longer uncertain, but her whole face is open and honest. I feel a weight lift off my shoulders, knowing I didn’t cause her discomfort. But if that’s the case, then what is the problem?

“Nobody has ever treated me like you do.” Her hands come up to both sides of my face as if to hold me still. I don’t bother to tell her that I’m damn near rooted in the spot, waiting to see what else she has to say.

“You see me. You joke with me even when I don’t get them; you don’t act like I’m broken. You show me new things and get excited to share them with me. You don’t own me and don’t seem like you want to. You make me feel like a normal girl, like a person. You care if you make me uncomfortable, for fucks sake!” Each word has more emotion than the last, and by the end, her eyes look almost sad again, but the smile on her face has only grown. “You give me a weird weightless feeling in my stomach and make my cheeks hurt, and I don’t know what to do with that.”

As I look at her, I feel my lips pull up in a smile to match hers. Her hands are still on either side of my face, and I snake my hand around her waist to pull her flush against me.

“You're wrong about one thing Jade. I would love to own you. Just not in the way you're used to.” I tell her as I cup my other hand on her cheek and pull her in. I make sure to do it slowly enough that she can pull back if she wants to. Our lips are barely a breath apart when her eyes dart to mine. I can see she wants this just as much as I do, and that’s all the motivation I need.

This time, I close the distance between us. I fucked up the first time, but I won’t let that happen again. She pretty much just told me she has a crush on me without understanding what it means, and I’ll be damned if I push her away now.

It was one thing not to make any advances on her when I thought it would be the last thing she wanted, but she does want it, wants me. That thought alone is enough to have my cock straining against my zipper again; I ignore it in favor of kissing her. We can go at whatever pace she sets. Right now, she wants my lips, and that’s what she’s going to get.

Our lips met in a chaste kiss.

Just like the first time, it’s unhurried, and I’m struck by how soft her lips are against my own. The taste of her explodes in my mouth, but this time I’m paying attention to it, waiting for it.

Her lips taste like honey with just a hit of mint as if she’s brushed her teeth recently. It takes me a moment to realize she must have some kind of chapstick or lip gloss on, but the flavor suits her.

My hand on her cheek moves around to the back of her neck and I thread my fingers into her wet hair. I hold her to me without pulling, and she melts into me. I press my lips back to hers more urgently, and she matches my intensity. Her hands fall from my face to wrap around my neck, pulling me to her as if we could possibly be any closer.

The smell and taste of her surround me, and for a moment, it’s as if I’m drowning in her.

An innocent kiss quickly turns heated as our lips meet and pull away over and over again. Our breaths come quicker as we fight the need to breathe in favor of exploring each other.

I’m not sure how long we kiss, but eventually, the need for air is too much, and I pull back. But I don’t let her go, and she makes no move to leave my arms. I tilt my head down and rest my forehead on hers as we try to get our raging breaths back under control. I peel my eyes open. I don’t even remember closing them, but her eyes are still closed when I look down at her. Her cheeks are flushed, her lip quirked up in a small smile.

I’ve never felt so much pride as I do at this moment just from bringing someone pleasure. As I watch her chest rise and fall rapidly, I want to do it again. Looking down at her pink lips, I feel a tug of satisfaction seeing them red and raw, knowing my own probably don’t look much better. I can’t resist, not that I even really try. I lean forward again and lightly press my lips to hers.

Just one more taste.

I move to pull away, only intending to have just one more kiss, but her eyes fly open right before our lips meet, and they sparkle with mischief. The moment our lips meet, she bites down hard on mine.

The slight pain mixes with the pleasure and sends me deeper into this need for her. With my arm still around her waist, I pull her up to me, her feet no longer on the ground. She doesn’t hesitate to circle her legs around me. In one swift motion, I spin us around, pushing her back against the door that I was blocking her from only moments ago.

The hand I have in her hair tightens as I feel her press against me. Her shorts must be some of the thinnest material on the fucking planet because even through my jeans, I swear I can feel her warmth as her core pushes hard against me. Then, she rolls her hips as if she could read my thoughts. The feel of her pulls a sound from me that’s almost feral before I crush my lips back to hers again.

I can feel her smile even as I kiss her breathless, and that’s fine; two can play that game.

My tongue darts out, licking the edge of her lips, desperate for access. With zero hesitation, she opens for me, we explore one another, and this kiss is exactly what I imagined from Jade. This isn’t sweet, this is hurried and frantic and I don’t know if I’ll ever get enough. I take the distraction of our war of tongues as a moment to strike back at her. With her back against the door and her hanging off of me, she has no wiggle room. I press against her heat and roll my hips like she did to me moments ago.

She moans into my mouth, and I swallow the sound, but I need to hear it. I need to know what she sounds like when filled with pleasure. Pulling back just enough to break our lips apart, I don’t give her time to question me or move back to me before I roll my hips against her again.

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