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I thread my fingers tighter with hers as both of us instinctively lean closer. I want to kiss her again and again, and I have no idea what the hell that means.
I lick my lips. “Do you know how hard I’ve tried to forget how you taste? I’ve tried distractions or losing myself with other chicks, but in the end, my thoughts keep circling back to you. You’re all I think about. Your lips, the curve of your jaw, the way you smell like fucking coconuts. The soft sound of your sighs. The building rumble of a moan in your chest. You’re like a fucking drug I can’t get out of my system, and I can’t—”
“Jace,” she presses a finger to my lips, “shut up already.” And then her mouth slants against mine and we’re kissing.
The world fades as I reach up, cupping her cheek as fire burns in my chest, a raging inferno only she can snuff out. Our breath mingles as I pull away briefly and shift position, drawing her onto my lap where she settles with a soft groan.
I may have waited for Brynn to initiate, but I won’t sit back and allow her to take the reins. I need more. And what started as a soft exploration, quickly turns frantic.
Brynn’s hand finds the back of my neck as her body molds against my own. Our breath becomes one. Our heartbeats synchronize.
I nip her bottom lip, relishing the breathy moan that escapes her lips, sending my pulse into a tailspin. I’m no saint, yet Brynn moaning in my lap because of me is the single most erotic experience of my life.
Her hands find my back, sliding beneath my shirt. The warm press of her fingers keeps me grounded as I pull away and press a soft kiss over her jaw, below her ear, the pulse thrumming wildly in her neck.
I groan when she shifts her hands, gripping fistfuls of the soft cotton, pulling my mouth back to hers. I tug on her lip with my teeth and gently suck, thinking of all the things I’d like to do to her as my hand slides over smooth, warm skin to find her lacy bra.
Her breath quickens, and I remind myself of who I’m with. Despite my escalating feelings for Brynn and how badly I want her, she’s still Teagan’s sister. I might’ve fucked up by crossing the line, but both of them mean a lot to me, so I need to slow down, to treat her with care. She’s not a girl at the club or a meaningless hookup. She’s worth a lot more than one night.
And so as delicately as I can, I remove my hands and cup her face, slowing our kisses before I pull away.
Another groan rumbles from the back of my throat as I press another kiss to the corner of her mouth, her jaw, then lean my forehead against hers, while both of us catch our breath. “Cupcake,” I murmur, “I think you just might be the death of me yet.”
CHAPTER 22
BRYNN
Music blasts through thespeakers of the tiny apartment. Chris, Jace, Damon, and a few other guys from the football team are currently working on crushing a case of beer and eating an obscene amount of pizza when I exit my bedroom and head for the kitchen. I briefly say hello as I pass through, trying not to make direct eye contact with Jace as I do. Though my days of avoiding him are over, after our consensual make-out session last night, I’m more confused than ever.
Jace isn’t the boyfriend type, so I can’t help but question his motivations and what this means to him. Is he genuinely interested in me? It certainly seems that way, but knowing him like I do, I can’t be sure. It’s quite possible he views last night as simply a harmless flirtation, a moment of spontaneity. Maybe he thinks we can have a friends-with-benefits situation. The problem is I just don’t know, and the thought of outright asking him petrifies me.
Do you know how hard I’ve tried to forget how you taste? I’ve tried distractions or losing myself with other chicks, but in the end, my thoughts keep circling back to you. You’re all I think about. Your lips, the curve of your jaw, the way you smell like fucking coconuts. The soft sound of your sighs. The building rumble of a moan in your chest. You’re like a fucking drug I can’t get out of my system . . .
I groan as I grab a glass from the cupboard. I can’t get his words out of my head. I mean, who talks like that?
Apparently, Jace does.
I knew he was a charmer, but I’ve never been on the receiving end until now, and I’m not sure what to make of it.
Gnawing on my lip, I turn and fill a water glass from the dispenser in the fridge when a warm body slides in beside me. I don’t need to glance at his face to know it’s Jace. My body can sense him. Like a finely tuned engine, my heart thrums in his proximity.
“Hey.” He leans a hip against the fridge, looking irresistible in joggers and a T-shirt that clings to his chest.
“Hey.” I take a sip of water, needing something to occupy myself with and cool the heat shimmying up my spine as I relive last night in my mind.
“You're dressed up.” His heated gaze slides down my body and back, and I shiver.
“Uh, yeah. I guess I am.” I glance down at the little black dress I bought this morning with the girls. The hem is a little shorter than I’m used to, but the halter top style suits me well and the soft material clings to my curves in a way that’s both comfortable and sexy.
In truth, I thought of Jace when I tried it on, and the way he’s staring down at me like he wants me for a snack tells me I did a fabulous job.
He clears his throat, dragging a hand over the scruff of his jaw while he tears his eyes from my legs and asks, “Are you avoiding me today?”
“No,” I say, somewhat surprised by the question. Although to be fair, it’s Sunday and I haven’t seen him much. Considering how the last few weeks have gone, it’s a fair assumption. “What makes you say that?” I ask, unsure of what he wants and lacking experience to help me tread these murky waters.
“Well, you won’t look me in the eyes, for one.”
I swallow. Slowly, I lift my head and any uncertainty I had melts away as I murmur, “I’m looking at you now.”
