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And I don’t want that feeling to go away.
“C’mon,” he growls as he starts to pull back. “Let’s at least get you sitting—”
“Wait.”
I close my eyes as my hands tighten to fists in his shirt, stopping him. I breathe in and out, my pulse fluttering and my head swimming as my teeth rake over my bottom lip. And I’m positive I’m about to make a complete fool of myself. But those hands on me feel too good. His presence is too disarming, and calming, and empowering all at the same time.
And besides, pretty soon, this storm will pass. I’ll go back home, and that’ll be it.
When the hell else will I have a chance for my first kiss, at twenty years old, to be with the hottest, most infamous rock star on the planet?
I take one more deep breath, clinging to his shirt. Before slowly, I raise my head and halfway open my eyes.
“Jackson—”
His mouth slams to mine. His lips crush against me in a thunderous, explosive rush, nearly bringing me to my knees. Which might actually happen if it wasn’t for his arms holding me against him.
The crash stuns me. It makes sparks and alarm sounds explode in my head. But he doesn’t let up. He doesn’t pull away or ask me if this is okay.
And maybe it isn’t.
But right now, locked in his embrace, and lost in his ferocious kiss, frankly, I don’t give a fuck.
20
Jackson
For ten years,I lived a life of excess. I was reckless, and selfish, and I left a trail of carnage and destruction in my wake. I lost friends, hurt people, torched bridges, and generally went through my day-to-day existence like an uncaring, unfeeling agent of chaos.
I was an asshole, is what I was.
But I was blinded by the fame, and the money, and the women, yes. I was addicted to the way the whole world fawned over me, falling over themselves to make sure I felt like a god.
We were all like that—Iggy, Will, Asher. Just four star-blinded, greedy little assholes, crashing through the world like a gold-plated, diamond studded, whiskey-soaked, cocaine-fueled wrecking ball.
No regrets. No attachments. Trust no one except each other. Maybe all that was toxic as fuck, but it brought us to the top of the world. It turned us togods, and we had a hell of a ride doing it.
That is, until the bottom dropped out.
Until one of the four legs broke. And after that, the whole fucking stage fell down. When Iggy went, that was the end.
And so, I faded away. I walked away from all of it that night when I was supposed to walk out on a stage for the bazillion fucking voyeuristic strangers drooling over the prospect of watching me bleed emotion. The night I was supposed to pretendanyof them knew Iggy at all, or knew me, or my pain, for that matter.
That was it. That was lights out.
But I countered my life of excess and spotlight too hard. I didn’t course-correct, I veered off the fucking map into no-man’s land. And instead of fixing myself, or seeking forgiveness, or understanding, or fucking nirvana, or whatever, I’ve spent the last ten years sulking, ticking the days off, and drinking myself into a black hole.
Until this very. Fucking. Moment. Until the very second my lips crush to hers. And suddenly?
Suddenly, I’m seeing in motherfuckingcoloragain.
I groan as I sear my mouth to hers, hungrily sucking her bottom lip into my mouth. She whimpers, clinging to me even harder than she was a second ago, which was what shattered the last of my resolve.
“Jackson,” she moans breathlessly into my lips as she presses herself into me, grinding her body against mine.
The fire in me roars, my hand at the small of her back yanking her tight as my other one slips up to grab her jaw possessively. She whimpers as I hold her firmly, not even giving her the option to back away from me or to break this kiss.
Because one kiss, and she’s fuckingmine.
