His fingers slipped down my sides, and I was just raising my arms to reach back and tangle my fingers in his hair when chair legs screeched across the floor and the music was turned off.
Had they heard us?
I held my breath, hoping whoever was in here with us wouldn’t suddenly appear around the corner. But the person walked to the door and flicked off the lights, pitching us into darkness once more.
“That was close.” I sighed after the door clicked shut.
“Yes, it was,” Hunter mumbled. “And now that we’re alone…”
He turned me around in his arms to face him, placing one hand behind my back while the other cradled my neck right before he pulled my lips to his.
I gasped, surprised for a second to be kissing him again, but as soon as my mind caught on to what he was doing, I allowed him to coax my mouth to move with his.
We’d been shy when we’d first come in here, but there was no shyness between us now. Because the instant our lips met, it was like another switch had been flipped, my insides lighting up like the Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree.
Hunter wrapped his powerful arms behind my lower back, pulling my hips more snugly against his. And even though I’d spent the past ten minutes in his arms, him erasing just that little bit of space between us completely swept me away.
My hands started exploring along his sides, and just as he hadn’t liked how bulky my blazer had been, I didn’t like the barrier his blazer put between my hands and those chiseled abs I knew he had.
So while he kissed his way across my jaw, I fumbled with the buttons on his blazer. Once they were all undone, I pushed it open in the front and slipped my hands inside.
“Are you warm?” I asked when I noticed how hot his skin felt through his button-up.
“A little,” he mumbled, barely breaking the lock he had on my lips.
So to help him out, my hands slid up his chest and pushed the blazer over his shoulders before dragging it down his muscular arms and tossing it onto the counter behind him.
“Better?” I asked.
“Much better.”
And this time, when he pulled me to him, he lifted me in the air and turned me around, setting me down on the counter.
“Figured I’d give your legs a break,” he said when he saw my surprise.
“Thanks.” I sighed.
He chuckled and rubbed his hands along the sides of my thighs as he leaned into the space between my knees and said, “No. Thankyou,” before pulling my lips to his again.
Our kisses were quick and frantic, like we were both afraid this moment might end suddenly. As if we both understood the reality that there was still so much stacked against us but wanted to ignore all those things for this stolen moment and pretend like the outside world and circumstances didn’t exist.
His fingers tangled in my hair, slid across my shoulders, and smoothed down my back, like he wanted to feel everything. He pulled me closer, with his hands low on my hips, and when he slid them down over my skirt, mumbling, “Closer,” I obeyed and wrapped my legs around his waist.
He sucked in a quick breath, his posture stiffening momentarily like he hadn’t actually expected me to do that, but then his shoulders relaxed again and he leaned even more into me.
“You feel so good, Scarlett,” he whispered against my lips. “So freaking good.”
“You feel good, too.” I moved my hands along his muscled back. “Somehow even better than I remembered.”
When we’d kissed outside my house last month, we’d both been wearing bulky coats, so I hadn’t been able to feel as much of the more muscular frame that he’d built this year. But wow, the weight training he’d done with the guys this fall to get ready for basketball season had really done amazing things to his body.
This past year, I’d stared at him enough to know that he’d filled out in ways that were very visually appealing to me, but my imagination hadn’t done his body the justice it deserved.
“I think the senior class may have gotten the senior favorites wrong,” I said as I smoothed my hands up his perfectly sculpted chest. “Because you clearly should have won Best Physique.”
I felt his lips curl up at the sides. “I’m glad you think so.” He chuckled. “But Asher seems pretty happy with that title.”
“He probably rigged the vote,” I said.
