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Two years in the making, and here we were. Two storms colliding.
I smirked. “Not bad for someone who’s afraid of commitment.”
“So, that’s what this is about? Something I said in an argument. This ismyfault?”
“You stopped texting me.” It was barely louder than a whisper.
“Because it fucking hurt.”
It did. I knew it. I felt it in every message. I heard it in his voice with every call.
It hurt me too.
It fucking killed me.
“And running from me was the answer?” I mocked his words.
He let go of my face and growled. “You’re ridiculous.”
I narrowed my gaze. “And you’re a pain in my ass.”
There was silence. Long seconds of it that stretched on and on. Only the sound system and the players on the courts were background noise. Everyone around us had stopped what they were doing.
We stared at each other, chests heaving, static tensing the air between us. Caught somewhere between anger and pain and need.
Hendrix blew out a breath, then leaned in toward me. The tension shattered. “Then let me be a pain in your ass.” He pressed kisses against my face, on my forehead, my temple, my cheek. Then he ran the tip of his nose along mine. The stubble on his chin brushed over my skin. His hands dropped, taking a handful of each buttcheek. “God, I want to be a pain in this ass.”
The clench of his jaw said so much, and I let my eyes give away all my secrets.
I want to be yours to hurt.
Don’t ever stop touching me this way.
Don’t ever stop looking at me this way.
“What are we doing, Hendrix?” The fire inside me was alive and burning.
“This,” he said as he grabbed the back of my hair and tipped my head back. “We’re fucking doing this.” His mouth was on mine. Lips and teeth and tongues crashing like a meteor to the earth. Shock waves exploded down to my core. It was wild and fierce and intense, leaving behind a pile of debris and ash as we obliterated the lines we’d drawn between us.
He kissed me so hard, so hungry. And the sounds. God, the sounds that came from deep within his chest. Primal and raw.
His fist tightened in my hair as he pressed himself against me, every hard inch of him. The flames spiraled out, scorching every inch of my skin. I knew how dangerous fire could be. Let it consume. Let it destroy. Let it devastate. I don’t care.
I moaned in his mouth and gripped his shoulders. His body shuddered against mine. Fucking shuddered. Everything we’d been holding onto for the past two years roared to life in this kiss.
How had we not done this before? We were fucking saints. Someone needed to put a statue in a church with our names on it.
Loud cheers, claps and whistles broke through the heated tension.
“It’s about fucking time,” Holmes’s voice called from behind us.
Hendrix pulled back and it was like someone tore off a part of me.
My breath was harsh, my heartbeat frantic. My lips were swollen. I felt it.
I met his gaze, trying to collect my thoughts. “I should go get ready for the rehearsal.”Really? You went with that? Running again?It was either run or get naked.
He swallowed hard, still panting. His eyes were dark. “You should do that.” His voice sounded like sandpaper on his windpipes. His thumb swept across my mouth. “I’ll see you later.”
