Page 30 of Take Her On

Jamie eyed her, something sparkling in her blues. “What about it?” she repeated.

They were standing too close. Maya didn’t know where the distance had gone, but they were so close she could make out the slight freckles across Jamie’s nose. Her aftershave must’ve blocked her rational thought-canal because she couldn’t take her eyes off the heart shape of her pink mouth. Had her lips always looked so soft and full?

She was so frustrating. How had she gotten under her skin? Her? Really?

“Prepare to be boarded!”

Jerome’s voice knocked Maya from her trance, and she backed away. What the hell am I doing?

“We should go,” she said to the floor. Not waiting for a response, or another moment of madness to descend on her, Maya left.

Jamie followed. “Maya, wait.”

Her words didn’t reach her. She marched down the purple corridor, the sound of a badly sung Shania Twain song waiting at the end. She needed to put distance between them. Playing into Jamie’s hands was only going to backfire on her. She couldn’t trust her. She couldn’t trust herself.

She didn’t know what to think.

“I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me all night.”

Maya stopped dead in her tracks. Jamie rounded her, blocking off her escape down the hallway. Her face was half doused in shadow, the other half illuminated by the pink light overhead.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Maya said, already feeling breathless from their closeness in the bathroom. “And your cocksure attitude is really starting to grate on me.”

“Starting to? That’s an improvement. I thought we were past that stage.”

Maya sighed, taking a step back. “You’re right. I find you severely annoying. And confusing.” The comment Hannah had made about Jamie flew into her brain. “And why have you been lying to me?”

Jamie’s brows furrowed. For a moment, panic swept across her features. “What have I lied about?” she asked, her voice low and soft.

Maya’s voice was full of bite. Leaning into the anger and frustration was easier than having to explore her other feelings. “That you don’t live on my street. You live on campus. With the Morley twins.”

“Why do you care?” she asked, the hint of a smile playing on her lips. She took another step closer.

That just angered Maya more. Why is she always smiling? “Why would you offer to go out of your way to drive me? It’s weird. Are you obsessed with me or someth—”

Jamie swallowed the rest of Maya’s sentence with her mouth. Her hands gripped her waist, pushing her up against the wall before she had a chance to register anything other than her warm lips against hers.

Fierce and soft, all at once.

Her fingers traced the outline of Maya’s jaw, kissing her deeper, sending fire through her whole bloodstream. Lost in the sensation, it took Maya far too long to realise.

She was kissing her back.

Her brain finally regained control, and she pushed Jamie off her. But before she could call her out, Jamie placed a finger to her lips. Another strong tug of pleasure filled Maya’s belly as her back hit the wall.

“I offered to drive you because you needed a lift. You’re so averse to asking for help, Maya. So stubborn you’d rather freeze to death than admit you need something. I never lied to you either. We just never spoke about it. I knew you’d refuse if you knew it was out of my way—”

Maya tried to speak, but Jamie cut her off.

“But you needed it.” She looked deeper into Maya’s eyes, and Maya was surprised to find so much softness in her gaze. “And importantly, I…I wanted to.”

Maya’s brain worked double-time, trying to process what she’d said, but snagged on the sensation of wetness between her legs. She hummed everywhere from Jamie’s touch; it was hard to think about anything else.

Fucking damned libido.

Seeming to realise her finger was still pressed against Maya’s lips, Jamie lowered it slowly, her attention focused on her mouth.

Maya didn’t know what to say. It was normally her calling the shots. All she could do was stare back at her, her heart running away in her ribcage.