Jae POV
"What could your dad possibly need before ten o'clock in the morning?" We were about ten minutes from Philly and had just finished talking about my birthday when the question popped into my head. It was only just now about to be eight thirty so it was obviously weird for his dad to want to see him this early in the morning.
"Nothing serious," Elijah replies after a few seconds.
His hesitation only perks my interest. "Nothing serious? So why couldn't it wait until like this weekend or after school?"
"Why you being so nosy, Jae?" His voice was slightly annoyed but I could tell he was holding on hard to his peaceful mood.
"I'm just curious," I innocently mumbled.
His hand, that's yet to leave my thigh in the twenty five minutes we've been in this car, lightly rubs up and down my thigh in a gesture that I knew meant he was trying to distract me. It didn't work because I could barely feel the heat that was his hand through my thick jeans. "He just needed me to drop something off for him because Isaiah couldn't bring it. There's no need for you to worry your pretty little head."
I suck my teeth, pushing his hand off my thigh- it was becoming distracting- before crossing my arms over my chest. He grabs one of my arms saying; "Don't be like that." He glances briefly over at me with a mocking smile on his face.
I shrug his hand off mine with a full on pout. "I'm fine, nigga, you on the other hand need to pay attention."
"I am paying attention."
"How you paying attention if your all on me?"
"I can multitask, babe."
"Stop calling me babe."
He looks over at me again, one of his eyebrows lifted knowingly. "I can't call you babe now?" His voice dropped causing little tingle of anticipation to swim in my stomach.
This whole car ride I forced my focus to stay on the highway ahead of us or on my phone. But that voice, that sexy deep voice, shifted my focus completely on him and now I can't stop staring at the muscle in his arm work as he turns the wheel. My eyes trail up his arm to land on those pouty, full pink lips that I loved so much. He licks them slowly as if he knows my entire attention was on them. Seeing his tongue does things to me. Nasty things that would only get me into trouble.
The affect he had on me really wasn't fair.
"Isn't that what I just said," I reply, my voice way too breathy for my liking. It was getting hard to breath in this car.
He notices my tone and like the little pervert he was he latched on to it. His hand was back on thigh as we pull in front of a seemingly abandoned house. He turns to me, licking his lips again with a sultry grin. "You know you like it when I call you babe."
"No I don't," I lie. In all honesty, I love the pet names he gave me. I like the sound of them rolling off his tongue and loved watching them pass his perfect lips. "Plus I'm not even your babe anymore so you should stop calling me that." Something flashes in his eyes and I know that I'm in trouble.
I should've just kept my mouth shut. I should've just let him call me babe and stopped being so difficult. I shouldn't have said the last part because now he was steadily leaning towards me and his large hand was cupping the back of my head so I couldn't even move away and his lips were on mine in an open mouthed, determined kiss.
He tasted like mints and coffee, and he smelled like my favorite cologne of his and I really missed these kisses. The ones that literally devoured me. The ones that we only saved for when we were alone and he wanted to prove something to me. In this case he wanted to prove that I was his. That I would always be his.
