I scowled at him. “You know what shirt. Your Savage U shirt. The one you were wearing yesterday.”
He pressed his thumb to my lips. “You’re jealous.”
He wouldn’t let me turn my head, so I averted my eyes. “No.” My denial was so damn weak.
“You are, mama, and I like it.” Reaching over my head, he brought his pillow to my face. “Smell this.”
I sniffed, and all I was hit with was Amir. Warm, spicy Amir.
He tipped his head down to the foot of the bed. “Look down there. Tell me what you see.”
Black fabric was carelessly tossed on the far corner of the bed. The longer I stared at it, the more it dawned on me what it was. My urge to escape tripled.
“Tell me what you see,” he ordered softly.
“Your shirt.” My throat was five times too small, barely squeaking out my response.His shirt was on the bed. That meant...
“Mmhmm. The same Savage U shirt half the campus owns. Including Marco.” He ran his nose along mine. “Did my sheets smell slutty?”
“No. Not like last weekend.”
His laugh was barely a breath. “Strippers. They bathe in that shit then rub it all over you, even when you’re not asking for it.”
That didn’t make me feel better. “’Kay.”
He lowered his chest to mine, and his fingers flexed around my wrists. “Come on, mama, tell me how jealous you are. You want to be the only girl in my sheets? You want me to smell like you, baby? Give me those words. I need to—”
My teeth sank into his chin, giving him a sharp bite, then I fell back onto the bed and mewled. I couldn’t take it anymore. I’d lost it. With Amir on top of me, the heat of his skin warming mine, his scent invading me, his lacquered words coating my ears...it was far too much.
He stared at me with wide, shocked eyes.
“Zadie,”—he released my wrists and slid his hand under my head—“you bit me.”
“You won’t stop talking.”
His fingers curled in my hair, and he tipped my head back. Then he shifted, shoving my legs apart with his knees to fit himself in the cradle of my thighs and ruck my skirt up to my waist. His cock was rock hard, and when he lowered his hips to meet mine, he rocked against my core. My panties and his thin pants were the only things separating us. And Ifelthim. I mewled again, bucking my hips, but that only drove him against me.
“Tell me you’re jealous,” he gritted out.
I would never say it. Never, ever. I looped my arms around his neck and tugged until his mouth was close enough for me to latch on to. I bit his bottom lip, then licked the spot where my teeth had been. Amir groaned the second my tongue touched his skin and answered back with his plunging between my lips.
I’d unleashed him without meaning to, but even as I lost my mind in his dominating kiss, I knew there was no going back. Mistake or not, this was his show now.
He yanked at my hair, tipping my head back farther, taking my mouth to its limit. He bit and sucked, licked me everywhere. I nipped at his lips and sucked on the tip of his tongue. He must’ve liked it when I did that, groaning and grinding his erection into me.
He had my shirt up, under my chin, the cups of my bra down, and his mouth on my nipples. He suckled one, then the other, drawing them into beaded points.
“Beautiful tits. Never forgot the taste of them,” he murmured as he raked his eyes over them. “These are my tits now, aren’t they?”
“Yes,” I whispered. I would have agreed to a lot—even though I was mad at him and didn’t really believe it—to keep his lips fastened to my nipple.
My breath got stuck in my throat when he slid his hand between our bodies, pushed my panties to the side, and trailed his fingers down my folds. At my entrance, he swirled the tip of his finger around, dipping in slightly before traveling to my clit and applying firm pressure.
My eyes flew open, finding his staring back at me. His mouth and mine were grazing, barely touching, but still connected. Each time his chest rose, mine fell. Our air mixed and swirled until I couldn’t tell if I was breathing or he was.
His fingers worked between my legs, touching me like he’d done it a hundred times and knew exactly how I liked it. I’d been soaked before he started, worked up from his body on top of mine, but now, I was drenched.
“Yeah, jealous, mama,” he murmured against my lips. “This pussy’s been mine since the first time I touched it, hasn’t it? You’ve been waiting for me to come claim it.”