Page 64 of Badd B*tch

Her mouth found mine again, and she stole my breath, took it for herself, and left me dizzy and weak with need, my cock aching as she delved her tongue into my mouth and cupped my cheek in one hand and my ribs on the side opposite my injury with the other. The ache between my thighs only grew as she explored my pecs, diaphragm, and stomach, sitting on her knees beside me, bent over me, kissing me softly and slowly and sweetly.

The sweet swiftly turned scorching as her fingers danced over my abs to pause at the fly of my jeans.

"Tea…" I breathed.

"Sssshhhhh.” She shushed me, two fingers touching my lips. "Just relax."

I fell silent, trusting myself to her care. That didn't mean I was just gonna be passive, though. I slid my palm over the delicate arch of her spine as she bent over me, replacing her shushing fingers with eager lips. Her kiss was deep, now, all tongue and teeth and hunger, her once-atrophied sexuality coming back online with a vengeance. I met her need with my own aggression, warring with her mouth for control over the kiss, my other hand cupping her jaw and tracing her lower lip as we broke and breathed and stared at each other from a distance of inches, and then I cupped her breast and squeezed it, fondled its soft warm weight, and then pinched and rolled her sensitive nipple between finger and thumb until she was whimpering and gasping.

I followed the arc of her spine until I reached the hanging material of her flight suit where it bunched around her waist. She extended her legs to do a plank while I yanked the zipper all the way down and shoved the one-piece garment down past her ass, and then she sank back to her knees.

I caressed the taut swell of her ass cheeks, groaning at the feel of it. "Been staring at this perfect ass all day, every day since we fucking landed. Fucking torturing me."

"Well, there it is," she said. "All yours."

I pulled her back on top of me, but she flew right off the other side when her knee accidentally hit one of my bandaged wounds and sent me writhing away. When I'd caught my breath again, I pounded my fist into the ground. "Fucking goddamn bear! This sucks!"

Tea just laughed. “You’re being ridiculous, and we need to stop before you—“She glanced at my side. "Oh, yup, you're bleeding again. Dammit, Jax. To horny jail with you!"

"Not horny jail!" I wailed, only somewhat exaggerating my despair and frustration.

She sat on her knees beside me, her flight suit trapped between her calves and hamstrings, which effectively meant she was naked but for a pair of bright crimson underwear that cut high at the hips, leaving bare that crease where hip bent to meet thigh—for some reason, I found that particular spot freakishly, unbearably, intolerably arousing. I slid a hand up her bare thigh, pressing the web between thumb and forefinger into the bend, which was a mistake, because then all I could think about was having her beneath me, both of my hands gripping those sexy fucking creases as I drove into her—

I groaned, covering my face with my hand. "Fuck me, I’m so pissed off right now!"

She trailed her fingertips all over my torso, gazing at me. "Don't be mad, Jax. It's okay."

"It's not," I growled. "I fucking want you. And this," I gestured at my injured side, “is seriously fucking things up for us."

She laughed, then. "Oh, Jax." She shuffled closer, bent over me, kissed me. "You should feel really, really fucking good about yourself, you know. You woke me up." She cupped my cheek, thumb grazing the line of my lips. "You brought me to life." Her gaze was serious then. "I wasn't sure I’d ever feel alive again."

My cock was still hard as a rock behind my zipper, and I shifted and tilted my hips in a vain attempt to alleviate the ache of pressure, trying to be subtle about it as I gazed up at her.

"Tea…I haven't been with anyone in quite a while, either. I didn't feel…" I winced as a throb pulsed through me, closing my eyes against the intoxicating sight of Tea's nakedness. "A little over a year ago, I met this girl. I'd just decided to stay home instead of going to Caltech, and I was feeling…conflicted. I wasn't sure I was making the right decision, especially because my parents were ticked about it, Mom especially. I was out with my cousins Dane and Kieran, and I met this girl. I thought we'd hit it off. I…I…I just wanted to feel…something. Anything. I wasn't even thinking we'd hook up, necessarily; I just wanted to feel something good, y'know?"

Tea nodded, green eyes liquid with understanding and compassion and a million, million things. "I do know."

I hated the ache in my heart, the cutting pain of rejection that I could still feel like it was yesterday. "She shot me down, like fuckin' brutally."

Tea reared back in shock. "She what?" She spluttered, wordless and shocked. "Was she blind or just stupid?"

“I wish I knew,” I said; I wanted to laugh, but couldn't. "I know it shouldn't bother me so much, but it did—it does. I'm seriously sensitive to rejection. I know it's dumb. I just—"

Tea adjusted her suit, sitting cross-legged on the material, and then lifted my head into her lap. "Does this help?"

I nodded, grinning up at her. "I really, really fucking like the view." That being her tight, perfect tits from beneath.

She grinned. "I thought you might." Her grin faded. "Jax, it's not dumb."

"It fucking is. I just…I couldn’t ever shake my feelings for Sunni. It was like an obsession, or an addiction I couldn't kick. I knew she didn’t and would never like me that way, but I was fucking…yeah, addicted is really the right word. It was so fucking idiotic. I kept asking her out, and I kept getting rejected, and it hurt worse every goddamn time even though I knew exactly how it would go. I went all out, too. Elaborate proposals, surprises, gifts, all sorts of shit. It was pathetic. And it was made so much worse by the fact that she was so damned nice about it. If she'd been a bitch to me, it'd have been easier to deal with." I chuckled ruefully. "Toward the end, before I finally got the message and gave up, she actually started resorting to being as mean as Sunni is capable of being. Which isn’t very, but still, she tried.”

"Jax—"

"I tell you this so you know that…" I swallowed hard, shut my eyes. "You wanting me means more to me than I really even know how to express." I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut so hard I saw starbursts, but that didn't stop the burn from turning damp. "Fuck! Now who's ruining shit with pathetic fucking feelings?"

"If my feelings aren't pathetic and didn't ruin anything, then neither have yours."

"Yeah, but you're a girl."