“I think... you’re not quite as beastly as I first thought,” I whispered before making my move.
Chapter Nineteen
Don’t Stop
Bonnie
Rising on my tiptoes I leaned forward and kissed Jack.
Correction—triedto kiss Jack. Somewhere in the process I wobbled off balance, and it was more a case of my lips sliding from his mouth down his chin and winding up in the vicinity of his collarbone.
Mortified, I staggered back and sagged against the wall. “I’m sorry. I feel stupid. I shouldn’t have—”
My apology was cut off when Jack surged forward, taking my head in his hands and covering my mouth with his.
His legs encased mine, firm and powerful. I closed my eyes and relaxed more heavily against the wall as my own legs seem to lose all their strength.
One of Jack’s hands left my face to slide around me, supporting me and also drawing me closer so that my back arched, and my chest pressed against his.
With his other hand, he cradled my face then slid his strong fingers to my nape, massaging it slowly, tilting my head to give him even better access to my mouth.
Everything—all of it—all ofhim—felt amazing. After all these days of close-yet-distanced proximity and all the time I’d spent wondering what it would be like to kiss those surly, pouting lips, it was finally happening.
I’d always thought of myself as having a good imagination, but it hadn’t done justice to the reality of kissing Jack.
He was an incredible kisser. With every caress of his tongue, he was unraveling me. Much more of this and I’d end up like one of Grover’s supposedly indestructible fetch balls, cracked open and spilling miles of stringy stuffing across the floor.
And yet I wanted more.
The sensations vibrating through my body made me feel like I was melting and super-charged at the same time.
Blindly reaching for Jack, I gripped the hard mass of his biceps then glided my hands up over his shoulders and around the back of his neck, hanging on for dear life as every part of me fought to get as close to him as possible and trembled in response to what he was doing to me.
Though the kiss started off aggressive and hungry, he slowed it down, exploring my mouth leisurely yet somehow driving my pulse higher and higher.
Dropping one of my hands from his neck, I slid it beneath his shirt, desperate to feel his skin and discover with my fingertips the enticing abdomen I’d only seen in pictures online and hinted at that day when his thin sweater had been drenched by the rogue wave.
Oh my God.
He felt even better than he looked. I gasped as his stomach muscles contracted under my touch and his hips canted forward, bringing the fronts of our bodies into perfect alignment.
I moaned into his mouth, and my own stomach tightened. Tingling excitement simmered and built in my belly, thighs, and between my legs.
Desperate to feel more of him, I tucked my hips and rocked my pelvis forward, and yes, there it was, that steel pipe he carried, hard and hot and absolutely necessary against the throbbing center of me.
I want him. All of him. Now.
But instead of grinding his hips into mine the way I was desperate for him to, Jack moved back slightly.
“I don’t know how I’m supposed to stop with you, Bonnie,” he whispered.
A little thrill electrified my heart. There wasneedin his voice—unconcealed desire—and it sounded so good to my ears. After weeks of back and forth, hot and cold, now Iknewhe wanted me as much as I wanted him.
“Don’t stop,” I whispered back.
With a carnal sounding growl, he sealed his lips over mine again and kissed me harder, deeper, consuming me.
Yes. This is happening. It’s real.
