Page 74 of No Saint
Between her and Rogue… But before I could make fun of her, a high-pitch squeak came from beside me. Jade launched her body on top of me like I was a rock in a game of “the floor is lava.”
“Now, who’s the sacrificial lamb?” I grunted, grabbing her hips to adjust her weight on me—which I should not have done. That subtle movement had my dick swelling.
A spot of moonlight touched her face when she pushed up enough to meet my gaze. And damn, if that ethereal glow on the most gorgeous girl I’d ever laid eyes on didn’t get to me. The thing that made it all the worse for my stupid heart was that there was so much more to her than that face, than the perfect body held tight in my grip. I knew her. I knew that her favorite sandwich was ham with BBQ sauce and parmesan. Knew that seven times out of ten, she’d pick rock in rock, paper, scissors; that she couldn’t sleep without a TV show playing in the background. I knew more about her than I ever wanted to know about another girl. Because when she’d been mine, she’d beenmine. The girl had actually fucked me up, and there I was, losing myself in the fantasy of her again.
Her attention dropped from my eyes to my mouth, her teeth working over her bottom lip as she stared at me.
“You’re the sacrificial buffet,” she breathed. “Martyred to rabies.”
I’d martyr myself to the devil if she asked me to. My grip on her tightened as I tried my damndest to ignore how good her weight felt on top of me, the way she was looking at me. “I’ll be your martyr, Jade. Don’t worry.” Pretty sure my idiot heart was already tied to the stake when it came to her…
A beat of silence passed between us, one in which I became all too aware of every inch of her pressed against me. Her gaze flicked to my mouth once more, her lips parting on a sharp inhale. I knew it was coming. Although I’d kissed her countless times before, nerves knotted my stomach when she leaned in and brushed her lips against mine. I had no business with her anymore, but like a masochistic dick, I gave in to that damn kiss with everything I had.
I gripped the back of her neck and banded an arm around her waist, deepening the kiss like it would be my last. Two years of pent-up tension grew with each swipe of my tongue, each desperate handful of tit and ass. I wanted more. Wanted everything I could take at that moment, telling myself I’d worry about the consequences tomorrow.
I needed her. I always had.
With one swift movement, I rolled her onto her back on the hay and pinned her underneath me. She looked perfect, spread out beneath me, chest heaving, eyes full of lust.
“Fuck.” I swept a hand over her cheek. “I’ve missed you.” Then I put my mouth right back on hers, swallowing her, “I need you.”
I fumbled with her zipper, and with one quick tug, I had her shorts around her ankles. Every bit of man inside me was screaming to fuck her right then. The only thing that stopped me was knowing that the second I felt her wrapped around me, I’d be more than fucked. I shouldn’t have been doing any of this, but I couldn’t help myself. I needed just one taste… I kissed from her calf to her thigh, then sank between her legs. I kissed down her body before settling between her bare thighs. They clamped around my head when my mouth landed on her pussy. Goddamn, I’d missed this. I’d missed everything about her.
“Shit.” Her fingers bunched in my hair when I sucked on her clit.
I had getting Jade off down to a science. If I’d wanted to, I could have made her come in under a minute, but I wanted to make this last as long as I could stand to.
“Fuck,” I licked her, nipped her, my hands grabbing at her bare ass. “The way you taste…”
Her hips bucked, but I pinned her down. “Wolf…”
My name was swallowed by a long moan, and I sucked harder, scraping my teeth over her delicate flesh.
“Stop, stop, stop,” she begged.
But I kept going until she forced my face away and pulled me up to kiss her.
God, I couldn’t get enough of her. The feel of her, the taste of her on my tongue…
When she went for my fly, that same hesitation I’d felt moments ago reared its head. She popped my button open and reached for the zipper, and the fact that my brain managed to override my dick right then was a miracle—one I hated. But I needed to stop.
This wasn’t just some random girl. It was Jade. And as much as I wanted inside her mouth, her body, this was playing with a fire that I had no way of putting out. Crossing that line wasn’t fair to me or to her. Sure, things had shifted, but the fact still remained that I wasn’t good enough for her back then. She didn’t want me. It took every ounce of willpower to grab her wrist and stop her.
“We should go,” I said, cursing myself.
She froze, then snatched her hand away and yanked her shorts over her hips. “Sorry,” she mumbled, the sexy, confident girl who’d just come on my tongue disappearing behind a mask of humiliation. Then she scooted to the edge of the hay bales and climbed down like her ass was on fire.
So much for not fucking things up.
Nineteen
Jade
A single streetlight flickered over the dashboard of Wolf’s truck as I waited outside the scrapyard. I wondered if this was the same scrap yard he’d sold Brent’s Challenger to. Probably.
The manic bark of the yard dogs sounded behind the razor-wire fence, seconds before the creak of the gate.
Wolf’s shadow slipped out, and my pulse ticked up at the thought of having to endure a thirty-minute ride back to the frat house with him. The humiliation of his rejection burned hot and bright. Ever since we’d broken up, I’d told myself Wolf wasn’t special. That my feelings for him had just been teenage infatuation, memories recalled through the rose-tinted lens of lust. I’d gaslighted myself into believing that the sense of belonging I’d only ever found in his arms was a figment of my imagination. But with the first brush of my lips against his tonight, I’d fallen headfirst into that sense of home. Every reason for anything that wasn’t the warmth in my chest and the crackle of electricity in my veins had gone out the window. Apparently, he didn’t feel the same loss of sense. His rejection stung, highlighting the stark fact that I was, once again, in far too deep.
