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(Explicit)
The second the door clicked shut behind us, she didn't hesitate. Her hands gripped my hoodie, shoving me back onto the bed as her mouth crashed into mine-hot, urgent, hungry. Her lips were soft but demanding, moving against mine like she'd been holding that kiss in for too long.
A low sound rumbled from her throat when I opened my mouth to her, letting our tongues meet. She bit my lower lip, pulling just hard enough to make my pulse race. Her hands slipped beneath my shirt, fingers trailing across my stomach. Her touch was warm, slow, exploring. She pushed the fabric up, her palms flattening against my skin as she slid them higher until they cupped my breasts.
Her thumbs brushed against my nipples through the thin fabric of my bra, making my back arch into her touch. The friction sent heat spiraling through me. She broke the kiss only long enough to pull my shirt over my head, her hungry eyes roaming over me like she was trying to memorize every inch.
I pushed her down, climbing on top of her. Her breath hitched when my hands slid under her top, tugging it up and off in one smooth motion. Her bra followed a second later, leaving her bare beneath me. Her skin was warm against my palms, her chest rising and falling faster with every breath.
I kissed her again-this time slower, deeper-then trailed kisses down her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. She gasped when my mouth found the curve of her breast. I sucked on her nipple, my tongue circling it before biting gently. Her back arched off the bed, her hands burying themselves in my hair, pulling me closer.
"God," she whispered, breathless. "Don't stop."
I didn't. I switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention, while one of my hands slid down her body, over the soft curve of her waist, past the waistband of her pants. She lifted her hips as if begging me to touch her more.
My fingers slipped under the fabric, finding the heat between her thighs. She was already wet. I drew slow circles against her clit, teasing her, watching her unravel beneath me. Her legs parted wider, and the soft, desperate sounds falling from her lips made my own body ache.
She grabbed at the sheets, biting her lip as my fingers slid inside her-slow, deep. She was tight around me, her hips grinding into my hand, meeting every thrust. My thumb rubbed against her clit as I moved inside her, feeling the way her body trembled with each stroke.
Her moans grew louder, sharper, echoing softly in the room. She tugged on my hair harder, pulling me up to kiss her again. Our mouths moved in sync, wet and messy, our breathing tangled together.
"Oh my god... I'm so close," she gasped.
I sped up, thrusting deeper, harder, until her body arched off the bed. Her legs shook, breath caught in her throat, and then she shattered-coming hard around my fingers, her moans spilling out in broken sounds.
I kept moving slowly through it, letting her ride the wave, feeling her body clench and tremble against mine. When she finally went limp beneath me, her skin was flushed, hair tangled, chest heaving. I lay down beside her, still breathing hard, and she turned her head toward me with a small, satisfied smile.
For a moment, there was only the sound of our breathing-heavy, uneven, shared.
I reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her flushed face. Her skin was warm, still glowing from the heat of it all. She let out a soft, breathless laugh, pulling me back in for another kiss-slower this time, lingering. For a second, it almost felt safe.
But warmth isn't love. I'd learned that the hard way.
I closed my eyes and let the silence stretch between us-her steady breathing, the fading pulse still thrumming beneath my skin. For that brief, dangerous moment, it would've been easy to pretend this was more than it was.
Creee creee creee.
The vibration of my phone on the nightstand tore through the quiet. I blinked against the pale morning light bleeding through the curtains, a dull ache pulsing behind my eyes. Hangover. Perfect.
She stirred beside me, the sheet sliding down her shoulder. A stranger. Her hair was a wild halo on my pillow, her breathing soft and steady. My gaze swept the room-our clothes scattered across the floor, my bare skin. Then the memories hit me, sharp and clear, like fragments of last night's heat still clinging to the air.
I didn't let myself hold onto them.
"Aren't you gonna pick it up?" she mumbled sleepily, dragging me out of my thoughts.
I grabbed the phone and saw Sandy's name flashing. "Wake up, sleepyhead," she sang the second I answered.
"What," I groaned.
"Did the sex make you forget we are looking for your apartment today?"
Shit. I had.
"What time is it?" I asked, trying to sound less panicked.
"It's already Eight," she sighed.
"Okay be here by 9 I'll be ready" I hung up before she could say anything else.
"Do you always boss her around like that?" the girl asked from behind me, her voice still heavy with sleep.
I ignored her, pushing myself out of bed. My head throbbed, last night's alcohol still punishing me. "Get dressed. I've got things to do," I said flatly.
I called down for coffee, swallowed two aspirin, and tried to shake off the night. She was still sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at me-not angry, not needy, just... studying me.
"Can't you at least be nice to me after last night?" she asked softly.
Not this. Not now.
"What happened last night?" I played dumb, slipping into the armor I knew best.
She let out a small laugh that didn't quite reach her eyes and stood. "I'll take a shower before I leave. Hope you don't mind."
"Towels are in the cabinet," I said without looking at her.
When she came out, dressed again, her damp hair clung to her neck. I was on the couch with my coffee, the bitter heat grounding me.
"Don't take it seriously," I said calmly. "It was just sex. A one-night thing. Don't get any ideas."
She paused at the door. For a moment, she didn't move-then she turned, eyes clearer now than they'd been all night.
"I know," she said softly. "But not everything ends where it starts."
I frowned, unsure what she meant.
"I'm Jade, by the way," she added, with a small, almost knowing smile. "Try not to forget it."
She slipped out, and the room fell silent again. The only thing left was the faint scent of her perfume and the mess we'd made.
Ten minutes later, Sandy called. I threw on some clothes, shoved my hair into a ponytail, and headed downstairs to meet her in the parking lot.
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