surprised. Just vaguely curious. Like he'd found something out from a crossword puzzle.
"No...I...This is so confusing." She shook her head and let out a deep breath she didn't know she'd been holding.
"Because you can't choose between me and Zac?" he asked.
"No." The answer came out so fast she couldn't believe it, and yet she still knew it was the truth. "Because you're my best friend. What if...what if we ruin everything?"
"But what if we don't?" He cocked an eyebrow.
"But what if we do ?"
A faint smile touched his lips. "I only know a few things. The first is that you're fucking gorgeous. The second is that I like you. And the third is that I'd be willing to do just about anything to feel your body against mine. I could barely sleep for thinking about you and I can't bring myself to think it was a mistake."
She blinked, then bit down on the inside of her cheek as she took in the words, playing them back over in her mind.
"You're all I've got," she whispered. "I don't have Andy and Matt. I don't have Army buddies. I've just got you. It's not the same risk for you."
"Then tell me you don't want me. Tell me you want Zac."
"I don't want Zac." She said, and this time she didn't feel anything at all. Like stating a fact.
"Tell me you don't want me." Derrick said, his tone gruffer than she'd ever heard it before. More raw. More sexy. Almost like he'd sounded when he'd whispered against her hair the night before.
Another ache swelled between her legs. "I can't say I don't want you."
"Then take a risk with me," he said. "Take a risk, Jade."
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T here was a pause , just the slightest moment of silence, and then her body responded before her mind had a chance to. She met him quickly until her chest was flush with his and her aching nipples pressed against the hard planes of his abs.
He met hers hungrily, devouring every last ounce of her insecurity.
"I want you," she said. " I want you right now."
"I'm right here." His lips were only a millimeter from hers, and his warm breath fanned against her cheek tempting her to kiss him. This, she knew, was the point of no return. Whatever they'd done the night before it would be nothing compared to this. If he took her now, there was no turning back.
She'd be his.
But somehow at the moment that didn't scare her. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered but him. All she had to do was close the space between their lips.
But she didn't.
Instead, she sank to her knees in front of him, unzipped his pants, and pulled them down along with his underwear until his cock sprang out, hard and thick and ready for her.
He stumbled back, then whispered her name. Not as a warning or in surprise, though, but like a reverence.
Still on her knees, she guided him back into a chair and once he was settled against the cushions, she took him in her hand and worked up and down, watching the tick of his jaw as she pleasured him. She studied the way he jerked as she pleasured him with her hand, the way his eyes dilated as he took her in, waiting for more.
And he'd have it. In time.
"I want to see you. All of you," he said.
"You will, but first..." She didn't know how to finish, so she figured she’d let her actions do the talking.
Gripping the base of his shaft, she closed her lips over his sensitized head and swirled her tongue around the tip, catching the bead of precum already leaking from the top. A gentle moan, and she swallowed it, then took him deeper into her mouth until he hit the back of her throat.
"Jesus, Jade." He closed his eyes and she stared up at him wishing she taken his shirt off so she could see the rippling of his muscles as he moved lower into the chair.
With one lazy hand, he raised his fingers between the strands of her blond hair and tugged gently. She worked him up and down over and over again. Pulling away, she laved him with her tongue until he let out a tortured little groan and she sucked him again, harder and deeper.
"Let me see you." It was less a
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