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“All the touching and shit.”The couple-y shit, I say in my head. Me sitting in his lap and playing with his hair and him touching my waist, hugging me, missing me. “We can't do that. It's too... confusing.”
I watch as his hands form fists, the muscles in his arms prominent as he tenses. His eyes burn into me, their intensity making me squirm. “What are you confused about, Luna?”
Internally, I snort. Where do I start? Literally everything in my life right now is confusing, him all too often being the pinnacle of it. Because I can't quite find the courage to put that into words, to tell him everything, I shrug.
Terrifyingly slowly, Jackson rounds the counter, coming to a stop right in front of me. I have to crane my neck to look up at him, throat bobbing as I swallow hard. With him so close, it's suddenly a lot harder to breathe, to think, to keep my hands firmly cemented underneath my thighs. Giving me all the time in the world to evade, he raises a hand, cupping the curve of my neck.
“I wasn’t confused,” he says. “All thetouching and shitwasn't confusing to me.”
I almost fall off the stool.
“Jackson,” I croak.
“Tell me to stop and I will.”
Silence. Complete and utter fucking silence.
He's the one who lowers his head towards mine, but I'm the one who kisses him.
* * *
The second our lips touch, a jolt of electricity shoots up my spine, one that I feel in my fingertips all the way to the tips of my toes. On their own accord, my hands bury themselves in his hair, pulling him closer to me, and I echo the groan he lets out.
Fuck, I missed this.
He kisses me like he never stopped. Like there isn't a huge gap between this one and the last. Like I'm still his, and it hurts just as much as it heals.
As quick as he descended, Jackson suddenly pulls back. Pouting, I chase after him, but I'm stopped by the grip he has on my neck. “Fuck,” he curses quietly, scrubbing his free hand over his jaw.
“What?” I don't quite manage to keep the whine from my voice.
“We can't.”
I swear to God, I almost cry. Hands fisted in his t-shirt, I try and fail to tug him back to me, groaning when he stays a solid arm's length away from me. “Why not?”
“You're seeing someone.”
“What?” I jerk back, gaping at him. “No, I'm not. Why would you think that?”
“Cass saw you and him.”
“Me and who?”
Jaw tense, he all but spits, “Some guy at your job.”
Oh.
Fuck.
I’m going to kick Cass’ ass.
“I'm not seeing him. We're just…”Fucking, I say only in my head but I have a feeling he catches my drift.
The grip on my neck tightens. Brown eyes flash as he runs his tongue over his teeth. My breath catches as his grip slowly, achingly slowly, circles around to entrap my throat, the lightest of pressure making me go a little dizzy with anticipation.
And then he’s kissing me again. Harder this time. Full of purpose with none of the hesitation there might have been a minute ago. Almost brutal but I take it all more than willingly.
I squeal in surprise when I’m suddenly lifted up, my legs instinctively wrapping around Jackson’s waist, my hands clutching his shoulders. Jackson swallows the noise, not once letting his lips leave mine as he walks us to the living room. Collapsing on the couch with me straddling him, I whimper when our hips align perfectly and I feel his cock, thick and long and fuckinghard, straining against his jeans. Unable to resist, I grind against him, coaxing a groan out from his lips.
