Jaemin the Icy Prince on Campus - Na Jaemin NCT

18. Make Me Yours

I licked my lips.

"Er, I can explain."

"Go ahead," you said softly. "I'm waiting."

"Oh hey, Mrs. Kim," I said, looking behind you.

You turned, and I was off like a shot, ducking under your surprised arms, and hurtling up the stairs.

"You little - " 

I heard you swear, but I wasn't staying to hear the rest of it.

I heard your steps pounding behind me.

The next instant, you had grabbed me, and hauled me off my feet into your arms, and was up the stairs, two steps at a time.

"Let me go," I shrieked. "You big bully! Put me down!"

"Shh...you don't want to wake up the entire house, do you?"

And then we were in our room, and you kicked the door shut with your foot.

You threw me down on the bed.

I lay flat on my back with you on top of me. 

We were breathing fast, both of us.

"You little minx," you said softly. "I should have guessed you had made up the whole thing."

I giggled.

"You should have seen your face!" 

I collapsed against the pillows, laughing so hard that I cried, and you laughed too, next to me.

And then you stopped laughing, and just watched me, rolling on the bed, and stuffing the pillows into my mouth to stifle the sound. 

You watched me with those dark, intent eyes, not saying a word, and the laughter died on my lips.

I couldn't breathe just looking at your eyes.

You smoothed back my hair from my face, and brushed your thumb across my mouth. 

I couldn't drag my eyes from yours.

I felt a warm tingle start, and build, and spread all through my body, reaching all the way down to my toes.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I breathed.

"Because you're so beautiful..." you said huskily, trailing your fingertips over my face. "Because every time I look at you, you're more beautiful..."

I raised a hand to brush your hair off your forehead. 

"You're beautiful too," I said, a catch in my voice. 

"I'm the luckiest guy in the world because I have you..."

"I'm the luckiest girl in the world because I have you..."

You kissed the soft, sensitive hollow at the base of my neck, your long, elegant fingers tracing soft, butterfly circles around my exposed shoulders.

"Your nightdress..." you said, your voice ragged, "is driving me crazy..."

I looked down at myself.

I could see the outline of my body against the thin white cotton.

"Mina..." 

There was a question in your eyes, a question which could no longer be denied.

"Jaemin, I love you," I whispered. "I have loved you all of my life. I want everything about you. I want day and night with you. I want you. I love you."

I kissed you tenderly.

"So want me. Love me. Make me yours. Tonight. Now. This moment."

"Are you sure?" You looked at me, your eyes soft, filled with an aching tenderness, yet fierce, hot, hungry with passion.