Bad Boy's Broken Cinderella

Miracles of All Kinds

                                                   Jessie's P.O.V.

I felt something buzz against my chest in my sleep, and I quickly woke up. I didn't realize where I was as  I fumbled for my phone in the pocket. With bleary eyes I pulled it out and quickly shut it off. My surroundings finally came back to me as I looked into the eyes of Cameron who was right in front of me. I blushed as I realized my position and how close our faces were. I tried to sit up, but his hands wrapped tighter around my waist and wouldn't let me. "Where are you going?" he asked, his usual smirk on his face.

"I-I have to get heading home," I stuttered, because even though I hated the idea of it, he looked really hot. His dark brown hair was mussed up so it was standing on end, his eyes had a sleepy look to them, and his voice was husky and deep, sending small thrills through my stomach. Not to mention the fact that the body I was laying on top of felt firm and strong. "Cameron, I have to go," I said trying to sit up, but instead, he wrapped his arms tighter around my waist and sat up with me on top of him still. He leaned back against the armrest and I had to set my hands against his warm chest so I didn't fall against him.

We stared at each other for a minute, before he pulled me into a hug. My body sank back into his strong warmth. I tightened my knees a bit on his hips, straddling him tighter, and I slid my hands around his neck, never leaving his firm chest. They slid over his shoulders and down across his muscled back, carefully feeling every inch of him.

My heart was beating, my stomach felt comfortably warm, and I really did like the feel of him, pressed up against me. 

I felt his warm breath against my ear as he pushed his face into the crook of my neck. We were there for a couple minutes, before I carefully pulled up his shirt so I could lay my hands on his muscley back. His whole body tensed, and his breathing became ragged as I gently set my hands on his back.

                                                           Cameron's P.O.V.

Her small hands gently started to trace the contours of my back. I could feel her heart beating quickly as she searched more and more of me. Her hands came around the sides and I pushed her away lightly so I could pull off my shirt. I wanted her to feel more of me.

I had sent the boys off to bed about an hour ago, while she was still asleep. I wouldn't do anything with Jessie right now, but she would get embarrassed if they were still here and saw her doing this.

As if reading my thoughts she quickly checked if the boys were there, then she turned back to me.

I rested my hands lightly on her waist, wrapping her in my warmth. She brought her hands over my shoulder and down onto my chest. She was treating me like I was some beautiful sculpture, and I loved every second of it. Her hands traced along my pecs as I gently rubbed her waist, and then she slid them down to my abs. She traced the contours of my six pack, and I watched her face. Her eyes were wide and soft, and her lips were slightly parted. 

My body heated up as her fingers danced dangerously close to the waistband of my sweatpants. They skated back up my abs to the tattoo I had where my heart was, the one of the black heart. "Why do you have this?" she breathed. "It's my heart," I answered back simply, watching her expression. She made eye-contact with me. "Will you let me try to fix it?" she asked, as if she was scared. "Only if you let me fix yours," I told her back honestly.

She shifted back slightly, then leaned forward. I moaned softly as her lips gently skated across my chest. She left one kiss there, and it felt as if my whole body was on fire. She pulled away and blushed a deep red.