“You were brilliant,” she whispers, the moonlight shining through makes her silhouette look even more angelic than she did before. “I can’t wait to see you in Vegas.”
“Let’s hope I don’t get knocked down on my ass since Vegas is the team to beat. They were beyond pissed when they lost against us in the finals last season. I think they have a few scores to settle.”
She squeezes my arm again and hedges forward, her other arm reaching for my shoulder. I meet her halfway as she pulls me into a hug, one I wasn’t expecting, but fuck, it feels nice. I feel her slight little body pull back a little as the edge of her face brushes mine and soft lips press into the flesh of my cheek.
I don’t let go of her. I fucking can’t. My heart is doing overtime and my body feels so fucking rigid I might actually implode. “Jade,” I whisper. We’re so close, her sweet scent wafting over my nostrils, another memory save that I want to keep.
“I have to go,” she whispers back and I feel her grip on me soften and then lessen as she pulls away, reaching for the door handle.
“Please.” I don’t even care if I sound needy. Fuck it. I got a taste of something I’ve never felt before and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let her just walk on out of here. I pull on the edge of her jacket and she spins back around in her seat to face me. “Jade — I.”
Before I know what’s happening, she leans back over the console and flings her arms around me, her lips seeking mine in a hot, wild burst. The fucking sound she makes will forever be etched into the depths of me; a sexy, unbridled gasp.
My lips crash to hers in a frenzy as her hands slide up to my hair and nestle their way into my waves where she takes hold. It’s urgent, frantic and a million fucking degrees in here.
I slide my hand up her back and cup my palm to rest behind her head as she clings onto me with shaking hands. The air is so frisky and wild around us, the windows might just shatter.
“Baby,” I husk between kisses, her warm breath and full lips beckon me on. My fingers are dying to dance down her body and feel her the way I did all those months ago when we got hot and heavy against the wall. I can already feel my hand that rests on her back scorching through those layers of clothes. “You’re so fucking perfect, J.”
CHAPTER 17
Jade
I don’t know what made me practically turn and jump on the guy in a crazy, wild haze. Jay probably thinks I’m unhinged. But on second thoughts, maybe I do know.
I’ve been dodging around it for months, trying to put it in the back of my mind and palming it off as a schoolgirl crush that never went away. But after tonight, I can safely say that it’s gone far beyond any of that.
I’m supposed to thank him for his hospitality over the past couple of weeks, say goodnight, and walk respectfully to Beth’s front door. Nowhere in the equation did it involve plastering hot, wet kisses all over him and pushing my body over the console.
But here we are.
“You’re perfect,” I breathe, throwing his words back at him, because in my eyes, he really is an amazing guy. His dark eyes lock on mine as I take a two-second pause, then lean back in for his lips because they taste so freaking good.
Whatever has come over me happened without me being fully aware of it. But now I’m seeing it, seeing Jay, for all that he is, I can’t leave him sitting here.
He wraps a strong arm around my waist and hoists me closer to him, so I’m half draping over the dip of the middle console and half on his body. He feels so strong and hard under my palms. My fingers tug at the edges of his hoodie and he lets out a sexy groan when my fingers connect with his flesh, or rather, rock hard abdominal muscles.
“I want you seeing stars before you go home,” he murmurs against my ear, his hot breath tickling the edge of my face, the energy it causes surges in me like a live wire.
“You almost did that night,” I pant, my fingertips dancing dangerously low on his torso. I can feel the soft smattering of hair just below his belly button as my hand stills.
“Fuck,” he breathes headily, his fingertips trail to my hip and down my thigh, running in a gentle line back up my inner thigh as I nudge my legs a little wider.
“Touch me, Jay. I want you to.” I’m not even thinking about the consequences of our actions right now, or the fact we’re sitting in the dark street making out like it’s the most normal thing in the world. Thank god for tinted windows.
My pulse thuds in my ears while I wait for him to answer or to touch me. His hand momentarily stills, but when I reach in to kiss him again, he continues the tantalizing stroke up my inner thigh to the apex of my thighs. I grip his shoulder and groan out my pleasure from just the brush of his fingertips when they’re met with my black leggings. “J-a-y—” I pant, his name sounding the longest it ever has for just three letters.
He presses against my weeping lady bits, every morsel is crying out in pleasure for him. What I’d give to have his fingers inside me. I can’t even think about his dick right now, that would be a completely delicious overload to my senses.
I push into his hand as our tongues engage in a sexy dance, his other hand sliding up my sweater, thrilling my every sense as it trails up towards my breasts. “That’s it,” I murmur, as he finds the edges of my lace bralette. His thumb works over my nipple in a teasing, taunting circle, and then he pulls, just a little bit. My cry feels like it’s bouncing off every available space in the car because it just feels so, so good.
“Fuck,” he groans when his palm flattens out over my breast and he cups his handful. It fits perfectly in his palm. “Made for me, Princess.”
“Jay—” I rock against his hand, my hips jostling back and forth because it doesn’t feel like any amount of friction is going to be enough. When I glance down and see his hand working back and forth, buried between my thighs, the pull low in my belly rises fast. He’s so damned sexy. “I’m gonna — JJ, oh god, I’m gonna?—”
His thumb and forefinger roll over my nipple and I’m sure he can feel I’m soaking through my panties and the fabric of my leggings from his expert work with his hands.
If he could get through the layers of clothes and suck on my nipple, I’d go through the roof. I think I’d shoot up to orbit and no one would ever find me again.
