Liquid heat pools between my legs, and I barely suppress a groan.
His hand moves over my shoulders, gripping my coat, tugging it off, and tossing it to the side. A skilled hand wraps around my waist, then slides up my sweater. My lashes drop as goosebumps erupt beneath his fiery caress.
He lifts his other hand and grips my chin, turning my head toward him, and slides his tongue over my lips. The shudder that rips through my body snaps his control, and he spins us so my back is against my door. He pins me with his hips as his mouth devours mine.
If I thought last night was just the adrenaline of the fight, I was mistaken. Electricity shoots down my spine. Flames lick my skin. His tongue sweeps through my mouth in an uncontrolled frenzy of desire.
He grasps my left leg, hooking it over his hip, pressing his thick erection against my needy core. Desperate whimpers spill from my lips as he brushes over my nipple, causing the hard peaks to press against the fabric of my bra.
His lips leave mine, trailing a path across my jaw and down my neck. My fingers dig into his hair as he nips at the sensitive flesh beneath my ear. “Jagger,” I breathe, wanton and wanting.
His fingers dip below the waistband of my leggings as the other grips the hem of my sweater, and I’m so ready for him to remove the offensive fabric separating us. Even without his fingers, I’m so close just with his hips moving, rubbing his thick, jean-covered cock against me. The slightest brush of his fingertip will catapult me over the edge.
But the movement allows me to see the picture hanging on the wall from the day I graduated from high school.
The one of my sister and I.
It may as well have been a bucket of ice water.
My palms press against his chest. “Stop. I can’t.” He does as I say, but he doesn’t step back. His green eyes meet mine, filled with confusion. “I’m sorry, Jagger. I just…We can’t do this.”
“Pretty sure we can.” He rolls his hips against my core, and I moan.
And I must be a goddamn masochist because I force the desire away, shaking my head. “No. I mean, we shouldn’t. I…” I hesitate, hoping he doesn’t think I’ve been playing games with him. It was never a game, but for some reason, I have been unable to control my hormones—my visceral physical reaction to being near him.
Our chests heave in unison, each of us trying to remember how to breathe, as I press my hands to his chest, pushing him away. Much-needed distance is placed between us before I turn to face him. My lady bits ache, begging me not to do this as I offer him a tight-lipped smile. “I’m not trying to give you mixed signals, I swear.”
He threads a hand through his messy strands as he leans against the door. “That would be a hell of a lot easier to understand. You want this as much as I do. What’s the issue?”
“Casey.”
The slightest twitch of his cheek lets me know he’s not ambivalent regarding his stepsister. His head thumps against the door, and his eyes close tightly. “This is probably just my dick talking, but Casey doesn’t have to find out. I don’t want to date you. Just fuck you.”
“Gee. Thanks a lot.” I mutter, though I’m not offended because it’s how I feel, too.
“Look, I didn’t mean—”
I hold up a hand, stopping anything he might say before he really does insult me. “It’s fine. If it were that simple, I’d agree. I don’t have time for more than sex, but it’s not just about Casey.”
I let my eyes shift to the photograph hanging on the wall. He follows my gaze, his brows dipping as he spots the picture. Using his foot, he pushes off the door and strides across the room. I step aside to give him a wide berth because I really can’t think when he’s too close.
He points at the image as he looks at me. “You knew Renee?” A straight line forms across my face as I press my lips together and nod. “Okay. So you knew her. Are you afraid of breaking some kind of girl code? I haven’t seen her in months. And not to sound like an ass, but we weren’t really together like that. It was just sex.”
“Okay, douchey.” I roll my eyes and scoff.
“Sorry, but when everyone you know is hooking up with everyone else…” He shrugs.
“Fair enough, but it’s still not that simple for me.”
“Maybe it’s because all the blood is in my dick, but I’m still not understanding the problem, Halfpint. Help me out here.”
He takes a couple of steps toward me, and I jump back. “No, no. You stay over there. I’ll stay here.” He doesn’t keep moving, but he does smirk. “Look, I swear I wasn’t…” I choose my next words carefully so I don’t give away that it was me last night. “Being a tease. I just…I blame hormones.” I press my clammy hands to my heated cheeks, hoping to cool them from the embarrassment flooding them. “I’ve always been able to control myself, but it’s probably because it’s been a while since I had sex.”Okay. So now we’re just spilling word vomit. Fantastic.His grin grows, and I want to wipe it off his face.
“I think I’m still missing something, but if it makes you feel better, I’m not usually ruled by my dick either.”
“Phoebe—Renee—” I gesture to the picture, pausing a minute too long. “She’s my twin sister.”
Jagger
