I’ve lied to everyone these last two years. I’ve lied to lifelong friends and to my family, but as much as I know that I needed to lie to this man and back away from him, I just couldn’t. I grab the back of his head and pull his lips to mine and in that instant we both went up in flames. I actually swore I heard him growl. Our hands were everywhere and he kisses me as he walks me in the door and shuts it behind us. He backs me up to the round table in the middle of the hall and lifts me up to sit on it. Not once did his lips leave mine. He kisses a trail from my ear to my neck while I rub my hands up and down his back and then to the front so I can unzip his jacket.
Kane removes it and I push my hands underneath his shirt to feel his skin. Sucking in air he moans and I pull his shirt up and off. God his chest was beautifully ripped. Grazing my fingers across his nipples, his head falls back and I immediately start kissing his neck. He is so yummy, tasting salty and sweet as I lick from one side to the other. Yanking my tank top over my head he stares at my breasts.
He glances up from my chest into my eyes with a look of appreciation on his face. He kisses my mouth with a chaste kiss and repeats that kiss to each nipple. Now it was my turn to moan as he then feasted on each one. Slowly he pushes me down with my back on the table and he follows on top of me. Kissing me like there was no tomorrow. I was rubbing my hips with his and my body was strung so tight. Our bodies were so in tune to each other and he sensed what I needed and ground his hips hard into the vee of mine and I shattered. He did that a couple of more times and I felt his body shudder as he moaned then rested all of his weight on top of me.
I’m not sure how much longer we lay like that. It took a couple of minutes for our breathing to slow down. His body was still on top of mine and as far as I was concerned, I never had to breathe again because I loved his weight on me. His head lay right on my chest and his hand rubbed circles on my stomach. I looked down and he looked up at me.
“I haven’t done that since I was a teenager,” he said and laughed. “I think I would have went down in flames had I actually been inside of you.”
Oh my God, my body lit up again at his words. He finally climbed off the table and grabbed my hand to pull me up.
“Baby, where is the nearest bathroom?”
Pointing him to it I just sat there grabbing my tank top off the table and slowly put it back on. My head lowered into my hands and everything that just happened crashed over me. What the hell am I doing?
I hop off the table at the same time he walks out of the bathroom. Grabbing his shirt off the floor I slung it at him. Embarrassed, I couldn’t look him in the eyes knowing I just made out with him like that. I can handle one night stands but this was different. He was different.
“Um, you have to go. Like right now. I have school in the morning.”
I notice him smile as he slides his t-shirt on.
“What time is your first class? I could meet you for lunch.”
What the hell was he talking about? I snapped at him, “The same time it starts every morning and we can’t leave campus for lunch.”
At that moment I seen him flinch and his eyes got a little bigger.
”Aren’t you at the University?”
Looking at him I roll my eyes. “No I’m a senior at Jackson Heights High School.” Oh no. I watch him step back and his face looks a little green.
“How old are you Jay and please don’t lie.”
Okay that last part pissed me off, I’d been more honest with him tonight then with anyone else in the last two years. My lips snarled as I said, “You weren’t too worried about that when your mouth was all over me a minute ago.” I hated to sound crass, but damn, now I was hurt and pissed. “You need to go,” I almost shouted at him. He grabs me around the waist and pulls me to him.
“Look I’m sorry if that hurt your feelings, but this is important. Almost everyone I talked to tonight trying to get info on you said how you hung out at the bar. I know your friends with Jill. I just assumed you were at least twenty-one. My bad, but God Jay, this is so important. I don’t want to go to jail if you’re a minor.”
Looking at him I asked sarcastically, “So If I told you I was under eighteen you would just leave? No matter what your feelings, you would what, walk away?” I had to ask, “Even if I begged you to take me upstairs right this minute?” He looked in pain for about a second, but then glanced into my eyes.
“Yes Jay, I would walk away.” He rubbed his hand over his head and said, “God I would hate every single minute, but yeah, I couldn’t be that type of guy.” I knew he meant it. With a huge sigh I looked at him.