Kill Me Heal Me - JENLISA

Chapter 14 _M

Jennie's POV

"Jennie, wait." She stopped me and my wandering hands. Gosh, how fast the tables had turned.

I stared at her mouth. She had the most beautiful mouth, with plump lips that pulled up slightly at the edges—stunning and inviting in my reeling mind.

"Think about this for a second," she said again, stopping my movement.

"I have." I bit my lip. "If you didn't come here to do stuff, then why did you say all that?"

"I don't know." She breathed out through her nose, in defeat. She restrained herself, which surprised me and intrigued me all the same.

"When will you tell him?" She asked, referring to Kai, to tell him that I knew what he did and would end things with him.

"This week." I breathed out as her lips brushed against mine again.

She honestly sucked up what little oxygen I had in my lungs every single time we were like this. If I really thought about it, it was kind of embarrassing.

"Will you tell him about us?" Her voice was nearly a whisper, with a gravelly quality that sent heat rushing to my core. I wished she'd just kissed me already before I changed my mind or thought about the consequences. "Will you tell him about how I kissed you the day after you found out? How did we make out in my room the day after cheer practice? The way you were grinding on me, and about how I'd finger-fucked you at Peniel's party seconds before he found you upstairs, and how good it felt?"

Gosh... Why did her words make me hotter than I was?

Did I become psychotic?

I shook my head mentally.

I didn't know if I would tell Kai any of that; it was none of his business, but maybe he deserved to know? Or maybe it would hurt him the way he hurt me? Even then, I didn't know.

"He could never make you feel the way I do, Jennie... No one ever will. Kai will never see you come, and he'll never get to hear those sexy fucking noises you make whenever I touch you, do you understand?" She nudged the tip of my nose with hers.

I breathed hard, managing a quick "yes" before Lisa grabbed the back of my knees and flipped me onto my back. If it weren't for the fact that my parents were currently in the house, I would have let out a squeak of surprise, but I suppressed the urge.

"Lisa..." I mumbled a slight moan and a bit of a whimper. So many emotions were running through my body that I couldn't settle on one. But I did know one thing for sure—one thing that could put anyone to shame—I wanted, no, needed, her to touch me.

"What, baby?" She spread my knees, her feet still on the ground. Feeling slightly uncomfortable, I'd have liked for her to be pressed against me again, but I didn't make the first move to do so. Although my body was craving it, my brain was still hesitant and inexperienced. "What do you want me to do?"

"Touch me." I told her, my eyes hooding as they took her in.

"Don't look at me like that." She growled, which surprised me. "I'm already hanging on to a sliver of self-control, and you're not helping. Such an innocent girl you are, Jennie, and yet here you are asking me to touch you."

I swallowed hard as she drew me closer to the edge of the bed, my feet resting on the mattress's edge. She finally placed a knee between my thighs and leaned over me, her hands on either side of my head. Still, no part of her was touching me, and this in itself was frustrating. Even more so when I placed my hand on her abs, my mind finally catching up to my body's desire, and she grabbed them, placing them over my head in one steel trap.