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My heart stammered in my heart as I waited for him to say something.Dosomething.
An electricity pulsed between us.
The lights flickered.
He just stared at me like he didn’t want to miss a thing.
A wisp of hair fell in my face. As I lifted my hand to push it back behind my ear, Jack lifted his and did it for me. Goosebumps were left in his wake.
All the air expelled from my lungs. “What are you doing?”
“You look beautiful.”
“Jack—”
Then his lips were on mine. Gentle, prodding. The shock of it froze me for approximately two seconds before I kissed him back. My mind finally catching up with my body. He loosed a shudder, his hand weaving its way to the back of my neck, holding me tight. Tantalizing me as a dull ache built between my legs.
I reached out to him to steady myself. My hands wound themselves in his silky hair as our bodies pressed against each other. The wide expanse of his chest pressed firmly against my breasts. My nipples were hard, wanting.
He tasted of wine and Jack. What I would have imagined him to taste like.
I moaned as his tongue clashed with mine.
“God, Whitney,” he moaned.
I couldn’t believe this was happening.Actuallyhappening.
I, Whitney Rose, was kissing Jack Montgomery. And it was fucking awesome. The man of my dreams, the only person I thought I could ever spend the rest of my life with, was kissing me with a vengeance. With all the pent-up frustration of our years spent apart. As if he had wanted to kiss me all this time.
And for some dumb reason, I pulled away. “What are you doing?”
Chapter 21
Jack
“What are you doing?”
Wasn’t it obvious?
“Isn’t it obvious?” I bent down to plant a kiss on her neck.
Her knees buckled, then her hands came to my chest, pushing herself away.
“What are we doing?” she asked again.
“We are doing what we should have done a long time ago.”
It was about damn time I kissed Whitney Rose.
Senior year had been pure torture for me being her friend and not being able to take our relationship to the next level. Not wanting to rock the boat of our friendship. It was a risk I couldn’t take, although I wanted to desperately. I watched on the sidelines as other guys hit on her. Whitney was always oblivious, too concerned with getting good grades and keeping Savannah safe. It was certainly why she didn’t have many girlfriends—people were threatened by her beauty and her brains.
She waseverything.
She is everything.
“I’m still pissed at you, and I’m tempted to pull out my handcuffs to keep you from going anywhere.”
Her breath hitched as my lips reclaimed hers. Whitney opened her mouth willingly, her tongue playing with mine as she took over the kiss. Her lips were greedy, as she leaned forward wrapping her arms around my neck. She held my bottom lip tightly in hers as she got closer, climbing on top of me. She rolled her hips, and that friction built between us.
