Page 119 of Liars

As if she had the same thought, she met me halfway, our mouths colliding in a kiss that was nothing but desperate need. The kiss lacked all finesse, nothing but desperate need. She crawled over the seat, straddling me in one fluid movement, our mouths never breaking.

So much for a one-time thing. Or never touching her again. How stupidly fucking foolish.

I was supposed to be the realistic, levelheaded one.

My tongue slid against hers, the taste of her sending a low growl into my chest. “Lose the hoodie,” I muttered, my fingers already at the hem, pushing the material up. I had to feel her skin—had to touch her. I needed her softness. “Now.”

Her fingers raked through my hair, her body arching into mine. “It’s cold.”

“Trust me. It won’t be in a second.”

She ran her tongue over my lower lip, and suddenly, I didn’t give a shit about her clothes anymore. I needed her mouth on mine again.

HONKKKKKKK!

A horn blared through the parking lot. Kaylor jumped, her body jerking against me as she slammed back into the steering wheel. Our heavy breathing filled the car, the heat between us momentarily severed.

Fucking fantastic.

I shot a glare out the windshield, searching for the idiot stupid enough to interrupt me. They had a fucking death wish because I was going to kill them as soon as I got my hands on them.

Despite the interruption, the bulge straining in my pants wasn’t ready for me to let go of her. My hands settled on her hips as my eyes zeroed in on Nash’s BMW. He and Maddox were parked in front of my SUV, blocking us in. Nash was laughing his ass off. Maddox was scowling.

“Un-fucking-believable.” I flipped them off. A moment later, Nash hit the gas, tires squealing as he sped off. “Cocksuckers,” I muttered, my head falling back against the seat.

Kaylor exhaled, adjusting her hoodie as she slid back into the passenger seat. “We should probably get to class.”

My body immediately missed her warmth, the weight of her pressing into me, and the sweet smell of her hair and skin. This girl was making me lose my goddamn mind. I’d nearly ripped her clothes off in my car—in the middle of the school parking lot.

There were people everywhere, and I hadn’t given a single shit.

That wasn’t the unusual part.

The real problem?

I cared about what happened to her.

And I had no fucking clue when that started.

Or how to stop it.

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KAYLOR

Ithumped my book against my forehead. What possessed me to hurtle over the seat and climb onto his lap like I couldn’t keep my hands off him? Desperate wasn’t a look I wanted to wear, yet somehow with Kreed, it seemed inevitable.

To make matters worse, if Kreed had been a minute earlier or Brock and Josie had lingered a bit longer, the outcome of today would have been very different. It would have been fucking chaos.

I didn’t want to see Kreed and my cousin go head-to-head. They were both forces to be reckoned with. I had a feeling they would tear into each other if given the chance, neither letting up.

And the fact Kreed was so damn perceptive. How annoying.

For someone I didn’t know well, Kreed sure as hell was able to read me like an open book. It made me realize I needed to work on my poker face and perfect my ability to lie.

Brock told me to stay low, not draw attention, and let the police do their job. He was looking into what he could regarding my parents’ murder and would let me know when he had answers.

Except he should have known I couldn’t sit by and do nothing. It wasn’t in my nature.

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