Page 14 of Jaded
“But you kissed me,” I reminded her, my lips tingling at the memory.
“Because you’re different.”
Unsure of how to respond to that, I took another sip of my coffee, the bitter caffeine clearing the last of the cobwebs from my brain. When I didn’t respond, Lauren leaned forward, her expression turning earnest.
“When I first saw you last night, do you know what I thought?”
I shook my head.
“I thought to myself, Lauren, here you’ve been so jaded for so long, and now you’re looking at the woman who’s going to change everything.”
“I don’t understand.”
“The thing is, I fell for you the second I saw you, Kristina. I know it sounds ridiculous, but it’s true. And I’ve spent the entire night trying to figure out how to track you down so I could tell you.”
Hope bloomed in my chest. “But last night, when I told you...”
“I know,” she interrupted. “And I’m so, so sorry. I was just so shocked. I couldn’t believe that you felt it too. It seemed impossible that you were having the same crazy feelings as I was. When I froze, I was thinking for a minute that maybe I wanted you to say something like that so badly that I imagined it. Like maybe I was having a hallucination.”
“You didn’t imagine it.”
She gave me a small smile. “I know, but by the time I realized that, you were gone. You ran pretty fast for someone who I know had a sore ass.”
I ran three miles every morning so that little sprint down the hallway was nothing, but this didn’t seem to be the time to share that.
“So what are you saying exactly? Why are you here?”
Maybe I wanted her to work for it. Maybe I thought I was having hallucinations of my own. Either way, I wanted her to be crystal clear with her intentions.
“I want to be with you, Kristina. I want us to get to know each other better, and I want us to scene together again, and when the time is right, I want us to move in together. I know it’s all way too fast, but you need to know that I want us to spend the rest of our lives together. And I’m hoping to God that you feel the same.”
“I’m not going to be a house slave,” I shuddered. “I hate having things around my neck.”
Lauren laughed. “When we are playing, I’ll be your domme. But the rest of the time, we are equals. I want a partner, not a slave. I don’t need to top you to get off, and I don’t have the energy to be a twenty-four seven domme anyway.”
I stood up and stalked around the table.
“So, since we’re not at the club right now, if I were to do this, you’d be okay with it, right?”
I pulled her chair away from the table and straddled her lap, bringing my hands to either side of her face. Lauren’s eyes twinkled as she waited to see what I would do. I surged forward, holding her head in place and kissing her deeply, taking control of the kiss. When Lauren kissed me back, seemingly content to let me take the lead, I knew instinctively that everything was going to be okay with us.
“How about we take this to the bedroom?” I suggested. “You can ride my face until I make you scream.”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
