Page 39 of Make You Wish You Were Dead
"You didn't have to come today," Jane says while looking down at our hands. "But the kids loved you so thank you for coming."
"I came originally so that I could talk to you and just see where you work. I wasn't planning on staying."
"What did you want to talk about?" Jane slowly lifts her head to look at me.
I let go of her hands and pull her closer to me by her thighs. "Last night."
"What about it?"
What about it?
I almost laugh.
It's funny that she thinks or at least pretends that what happened last night wasn’t unforgettable.
I grip Jane's thighs and pull her onto my lap. She gasps but her hand automatically grips my shoulders.
"So last night meant nothing to you?" I raise an eyebrow at her but Jane keeps her mouth shut. I lean so close to her that my lips are just an inch away from her. If I leaned just a little closer our lips would meet and fireworks would go off. "This meant nothing to you, fawn?"
"Rowan-"
I cut her off by smashing my lips on hers.
My lips burn from how Jane's lips move against mine.
She doesn't even hesitate to kiss me back. Her hands trail into my hair and my hands stay on her thighs.
"You fucking ruin me, fawn."
Jane breathes heavily in the kiss and she starts to move her hips against mine. I can't help but groan and use my hands to move her against me.
I never thought that just simply kissing someone could give me such serotonin or excitement but kissing Jane feels like being high off of ecstasy where all you want to do is be consumed by the drugs and Jane is feeling like a goddamn drug right now.
She keeps moving her hips against mine but my breathing gets harder as the bulge beneath my zipper grows, it almost hurts from how it strains against the fabric and with Jane on top of me.
"Wait." I move my lips off of hers and I rest my head on her shoulder. "If you don't want your legs to shake we have to stop."
"I don't want to."
"Jane-"
I’m about to argue with her but Jane cuts me off, moving my head off her shoulder so that she could ghost her lips onto mine. "Touch me, Rowan. I want to know how you feel."
I snap.
All logic goes out the fucking window with Jane.
I smash my lips onto Jane and I pull her closer to me by her hips. Jane breathes heavily while kissing me as if she needs to kiss me in order for her to breathe.
One of my hands moves to the front of Jane's jeans. Jane's hands tighten on my shoulder and she moves her hips against mine.
"Can I touch you here?"
"Yes," Jane moans and I swear that it might just be my new favorite sound.
I unbutton Jane's jeans and then slowly slide my hand into her underwear.
She is hot and wet when I palm her. Jane kisses me much slower as if she is trying to feel the way my hand lightly squeezes her.
