Jae POV
"Lemme take you out."
I look up at my sexy chocolate drop, smile then turn back to the movie we were watching. My head was on his chest, his arm was around my waist and before that random ass question the only time we talked was to make fun of the characters stupid decisions. "Shouldn't you be asking your girlfriend out?" I tease.
He lightly hits my arm. "She ain't my girlfriend."
The 'girlfriend' in question was Alexis Barnes, his homecoming date who was now tutoring him in Physics. This been going on since January and though he says they were just friends I wasn't really certain. The look he got in his eyes whenever she came up-which wasn't often, thank God- was too soft and affectionate for her to be just a friend. It's how he looked at me before we started dating.
I try to keep my voice level when I say, "Yeah iight."
He squeezes me, one of his hands reaching down and lifting my chin so I have to look him in the eyes. He had this playful grin on his face that had my cheeks threatening to spread. "You jealous?"
I roll my eyes. "No nigga. Ion care about that girl."
His expression gets more serious and the look he gives me pushes away all my insecurities. "Good because I'm just her friend," he licks his lips, giving me a half dimpled smile. My heart literally melts as certain areas start to throb. "You, on the other hand, gone be my wife one day."
I blush, just like I do every time he says that, which is nearly everyday lately. He's been saying it so much that I've started to imagine being with him forever more then I did when we were dating. Even though I wanted to marry him one day- maybe probably who knows?-, I can't let him know that so I roll my eyes again and leave the warmth that is his arms. "I can't even stand you most times, so why is it that you keep thinking we're gone get married?"
He sits up too, leaning against his headboard with one of his hands on my tight covered-thigh. I wanna push it away but the warmth of it is lovely. "So? You know you love me."
Elijah's big hand moves up my thigh more before he moves it back down. I know that the purpose of him touching me wasn't sexual, he really did just like touching me, but having his hand so close to my vagina was doing shit to me. Normally I'd be cool but seeing as I haven't fucked him, or any boy, in two months my hormones were everywhere.
I scoot closer to him. "If that's what you wanna keep telling yourself."
He removes his hand causing me to almost whine. "For real?" He pouts, "You gone do me like that?"
I move til I'm practically in his lap, slipping my hand under his shirt. His skin was warm and his muscles were hard. I trace the lines of his abs, licking my lips as I move my face closer to his. "You really want to take me out?" I whisper instead of answering his question.
His eyes were dark and lidded, the hand that was previously rubbing my thigh back. It brushed closer and closer to my core. "Yeah."
My hand moves over his heart. It was pounding which causes a prideful smirk to spread across my lips. "What we gone do?" I slightly roll my hips when his fingers brush against me.
He licks his lips and does it again. "I got tickets to see this play in New York and then we gone go out to eat."
I cock an eyebrow, I was expecting that to be a little more rated R. "That's it?"
He moves so fast. One second I was tracing one of his many chest tats, and the next I was flat on my back with him between my legs. Elijah caresses my check tenderly, his eyes full of lust and mischief as he smirks down at me. "What else you want?" He husks out. "You want a message?"
