The bad boy & the church girl. (EDITING)

Chapter 11.

'Are you serious?'

I nod, walking closer to him.

'Follow me.' I grab his hand, intertwining our fingers & lead him with me to the bathroom.

I turned on the shower & stepped in.

I could hear rustling outside the curtain.

What if he left?

Of course why would he want me like that?

My thoughts were jolted when a pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist.

I leaned into his chest feeling his boner poke me in my center. He slowly spun me around and pulling me closer to his newly wet chest.

'Are you sure you wanna do this?'

'Yes. I want you.'

A small groan escapes his lips. & i smile.

He leans down slowly & then kisses my lips gently at first.

He starts to move his hips a little, making his member run against my opening causing me to get weak in the knees.

I moan against his lips. He take this chance to slip his tongue into my mouth. He explores every inch of my mouth & i explore his.

He pulls away slightly to speak. 'Do you want to do this here? Because I can't wait much longer.'

His tip is right at my entrance & as he awaits my answer.

His tip is just about to slide in, when I pulled away. I jump out of the shower and run to my room.

I crawl under the covers in my bed trying to hide my tears.

I hear him walk towards my bed and when i feel my mattress shift, i know he sat beside me. I poked my head from the the top of my covers to see him watching me intently.

'Cami if you aren't ready, i'm not gonna push you.'

I don't answer; I just look up at him.

'Cami, answer me. I'm dying out here. I want you so bad.'

My face gets red & i hide under the covers completely.

'Unless- oh shit.'

I feel the bed shift again, signally to me that he got up. I sit up too and peak out once again.

'Where are you going?' I ask.

He stops getting dressed and turns to me.

'You don't want me like i want you, do you?'

It takes me a second to realize what he ment. But when it all clicks in my mind I slide off my bed grabbing his shirt and swiftly slipping it over my head.

I walk slowly towards him watching his eyes darken until I'm centimeters from his face.

'Zane, i want you so god damned bad.'

He groans and leans in hovering over my lips.

'Then why did you stop?'

I turn away blushing.

'Cami, look at me.' I don't. 'Camille.' He says more sternly & i give in turning back to meet his gaze.

'I'm scared.'

'Of what?' He pauses. 'Of me? I would never hurt you.' He cups my face, drawing circles with his thumb on my upper cheek.