Page 244 of Finding Us

“That was a great birthday.” Jade takes a bite of ice cream and sits back in her chair. “Except you almost ruined it when you gave me that lame kiss on the cheek.”

“Hey.” I kick her foot. “I was respecting your friends-only rule.”

“Yeah, well, I needed more than that.” She sets her spoon down and leans over the table. “Iwantedmore than that.”

“And I gave it to you.” I keep my eyes on her as I eat my ice cream.

“You could’ve made it longer. Or kissed me more than once.”

“I didn’t know that was an option. You said you wanted a birthday kiss. As in one, not several.” I smile. “And besides, the one I gave you was damn good.”

“And how doyouknow it was good?”

“Because you grabbed my shirt and wouldn’t let go. I had to practically pry you off me. I’m surprised you didn’t rip my shirt.”

I try not to laugh. I know that even now, Jade’s still embarrassed by that. We were supposed to be just friends but we shot way past the friend zone with that kiss. She didn’t want it to end but I purposely cut it short so she’d come back for more. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen and the next day we went back to being just friends.

She’s laughing. “Okay, I admit, it was a good kiss but you don’t have to be so cocky about it.” She gets up from the table, taking her ice cream with her. She only ate a few bites. Then she takes mine and walks away.

“Hey. I was planning on finishing that.”

“I’ll put it in the freezer. You can finish it later.”

I get up from the chair and she appears right in front of me. She slips her hand under my shirt, rubbing it along my abs, just above my belt.

My body instantly reacts. I really hope this is going where I think it’s going.

She gives me her flirty smile. “Did I tell you how much I’ve missed you?”

“I’d rather have you show me.” I reach around her waist and pull her into me and kiss her. Her mouth is still cold from the ice cream, but it quickly warms up as I run my tongue over hers. She grabs hold of my hair, keeping me at her lips, her tongue tangling with mine.

We haven’t kissed like this for a week, maybe longer. I don’t even remember. I know that sounds crazy but she wouldn’t let me near her when she was doing her nonstop studying. And then she got sick. So yeah, it’s been a while. And the last time we had sex? Who the hell knows? It’s been way too fucking long.

I walk her to the bedroom and take her clothes off. I strip my own off as she rips the covers back and lies down on the bed.

“You sure you’re up for this?” I hate to even ask because I really don’t want her to say no, but I also don’t want to do this if she isn’t feeling well.

“Are you kidding? I’ve been waiting all day for this.”

I’ve been waitingweeksfor this, but I don’t tell her that. She knows.

I join her in the bed and run my hand over her smooth legs and kiss her flat stomach. I take a moment to look at her. She’s so damn beautiful. Every time I look at her like this, I’m amazed at how beautiful she is. Her body is perfect, at least to me it is. I love every inch of her. I love touching her, sliding my hands over her curves, feeling her soft skin, making her react when I hit certain spots.

I move down, reaching under her and gripping her ass as I lightly kiss the sensitive skin along her lower abs. Her breath catches and I see her smiling, her eyes closed. She loves being kissed here. It totally turns her on. I slowly make my way up her chest and when my lips reach her breast, she arches back, begging for more. She doesn’t need to beg. I’m not going anywhere. I could stay here all night. I love her breasts. I love all of her. And I’ve missed her. Damn, I’ve missed her.

My mouth remains at her breast, my tongue doing the things I know she loves. Her arms are at her sides, her hands gripping the sheet, her breathing heavy. I know she’s getting impatient, wanting to move this along, but I’m not done with her yet. I need to get her close because it’s been weeks since we did this and right now, I want to be with her so damn bad that once I’m inside her, I don’t know how long I’ll last.

I slide my hand down her stomach and keep going, stopping at the spot that makes her moan in pleasure. God, I love that sound. So I keep my hand there, making her do it even more.

“That feels sooo good,” she whispers.

I slowly take my hand away and kiss her neck, and then her lips.

“You ready for something else that feels good?” I lower myself over her, letting her feel me between her legs.

She nods, smiling, and opens her legs some more.

I tease her by entering just a little, then pulling out. She sucks in a breath and I know I’m torturing her so I do it again. The more build-up there is, the more turned-on she gets, and I really want to turn her on.

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