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Claire
I’m not sure what happened.
All I know is that somewhere between turning on the shower and turning it off, I decided that I was tired of waiting.
Waiting for something to happen to me.
Waiting for someone to notice me.
Want me.
Not just something. Not just someone.
Jaxon.
I want him and I’m tired of waiting, so I can go out there and wait for something that might never happen or I can go out there and make it happen.
Take what I want.
Instead of putting on the fresh pair of pajamas I wrapped myself in a towel and forced myself to leave the bathroom.
He’s watching the movie. So involved he doesn’t even know I’m standing here. He looks like a giant, stretched across on my full-size bed, bare feet hanging over the foot of it. His head propped up on pillows so he can see the television perched on my dresser.
Downstairs, the party is full-swing. A hundred newly-graduated high school seniors, yelling and laughing. Music thumping. The occasional sound of breaking glass. Bri’s going to have a mess to clean up in the morning. Or rather, I’ll have a mess to clean up while she nurses a hangover. I’ll be angry about it tomorrow but right now, I don’t care.
All I care about is this. The fact that Jaxon Bennett is in my bed and the door is locked. That he’s finally noticed me.
“It’s my favorite movie,” I say because I have to say something. I can’t just stand here, watching him watch television.
He looks at me and what I see on his face makes the rest of it seem so easy. He wants me. He wouldn’t be here if he didn’t.
But he won’t make the first move. I know he won’t. I’m not sure if it’s because I’m barely eighteen or if it’s because he’s afraid that it’ll make things weird because I babysit Simon or because I’m a virgin. Maybe it’s all three. I don’t know and I don’t care.
This is happening because I’m tired of waiting.
I climb on to the bed and straddle his hips, my bare pussy pressed against the hard bulge of his cock.
“Fuuuck.” He groans it, his hands coming up to grip my hips, pulling me closer, grinding himself against me through the rough fabric of his jeans. “Claire…”
“I’m not my sister.” I lean into him, planting my hands on either side of his head. “I don’t know how to flirt. How to tease,” I whisper, my mouth inches from his. I rock my hips against him, loving the way he groans, deep in his throat, at the contact. “But I know how to ask for what I want.”
I sit up and take a deep, bracing breath, like I’m about to jump off a cliff. Loosening the top of the towel, I let it fall. “I’ve decided this is no different.”
His lids lower, his dark gaze going soft and hungry. Like he can’t help himself, Jaxon reaches up to cup a hand around my breast, his calloused thumb brushing over my nipple, stiffening it instantly, my breath catching in my throat when I feel his cock give a hard jerk between my thighs. Leaning into him again, I brush my mouth against his. Tell him I want him to kiss me. Touch me. And this time I don’t want him to stop.
“Are you sure?” He reaches up to loosen my hair, letting it fall around us. “You need to be sure.”
Am I sure? Wanting Jaxon Bennett is the only thing I am sure of. The only thing I know that’s real and true.
“Yes.” I take his hand and guide it up the inside of my thigh, a soft moan pushing out of my mouth when I feel his fingers brush against the heat of me. “I’m sure. And this time, I don’t want you to stop.”
“Thank god,” he groans, his hand shifting under mine, his thumb skimming up the center of me, pushing past my folds to brush against my throbbing clit. “Come here, Claire.” He sweeps his thumb against me, again and again, until I’m shuddering and rocking against the pressure of his hands between my legs. “Let me kiss you.”
I lean into him again, lowering my mouth to his and he groans softly when I part my lips, letting his tongue inside to tangle with mine. The hand on my hip grips the towel pooled around my waist and gives it a rough, impatient jerk before dropping it on the floor.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he says, pulling his mouth from mine, his breath harsh and ragged against my neck. “I have to make sure you’re ready. Go slow.” My impatient groan makes him laugh. “Greedy girl…”
The hand on my hip reaches around to the small of my back, bracing me against him while he turns, shifting our positions until I’m lying on my back and he’s beside me, looming over me. Wrapping a hand around the inside of my knee, he lifts my leg and drapes it over his hip, opening me even wider.