Undone. That's what I am. That's what I am when she touches me. What I am right now. I stop being Jade West. She unbuttons my jeans, but she also undoes my whole being. It's as if that one button is keeping me together. And I brake when she pops it out of the hole. Her hand is inside my jeans. Her middle finger on my most sensitive spot. And I'm writhing and whimpering. My hips are pressing against her hand. Fuck. What does she do to me? I open my eyes. She's looking down at her hand inside my jeans, there's this crazed look in her eyes caused by lust and she's biting down on her lip. That makes me go crazier than I already was. "Cat," I choke out in a ragged breath.

She looks up at me and I crash my lips against hers. We're both breathless. I grab her shoulders and pull her against me as close as possible. She's moaning. I'm moaning. Our sounds become one. I begin to feel myself tremble. I'm so close. Her fingers move faster against me and I almost lose all the strength I have in my legs. She presses harder against me to keep me from falling. She moves her fingers impossibly faster, another flick of her finger and I explode against it. I bang my head on the wall as I arch it back while my body convulses. Her finger remains in the same spot, still now, soaked with me. She holds me up. But I'm undone. She has undone me yet again. There's no Jade when she touches me, no harsh words, no mean looks, no hurt, no slashes. Just a trembling, needy, grunting mess. I'm undone.