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“You wouldn’t.”
“Don’t dare me, Sugar.”
Ethan’s gaze goes from flirty to determined in a heartbeat.
I wonder what he’s like when he really lets loose. Do I want to find out?
“Okay, I won’t deny that there’s tension between us,” I confess. “But that doesn’t mean anything. It’s hormones; it’ll pass.”
“If it’s no big deal, kiss me.”
I start to tremble.
“No.”
“Afraid of how good it’ll be? That you might want more? That you might not want to stop?”
“You’re so fucking full of yourself.”
“Then take my ego down a notch.”
My blood is pumping hot and fast, and I don’t realize what I’m doing until I reach for Ethan’s shirt and yank it, pulling him toward me.
“You asked for it.”
CHAPTER 13
ETHAN
Ishould be nervous kissing a guy for the first time. I expect to freak out. Big time.
But none of that happens with Jett.
Unless he doesn’t touch me soon. Then I will definitely freak the fuck out. I can’t take any more of this wanting from a distance. He might be shocked by my admission, but I know I’m not the only one feeling restless and needy. His soulful eyes tell me everything his mouth doesn’t want to say.
I need to know what he tastes like, and I have no problem stating that fact to get what I want. I’m not shy about making the first move, but I also want this to be his choice.
Before I can utter another word, Jett pulls me forward and his sweet lips take mine. He doesn’t hold back, his tongue teasing me with a boldness that sparks something fierce inside me.
I don’t know what I expected, but everything about this kiss is different. I don’t want Jett; I need him. I cup his jaw and angle my head, and when my tongue slides around his, I let out a groan I don’t recognize. The sound is deep and dirty and before I know it, I’m pushing him against the tree as I maul his mouth. I’ve been wanting this for weeks, andfucking hell, reality is so much better than my filthy imagination.
And I can’t believe it, but kissing him isthesexiest thing I’ve ever experienced, and way more intense than any hookup I’ve ever had. I want to rip that tight uniform off his body and come all over him. Jett’s hands slide around my waist and over my ass, and I rock my hips, my dick achingly hard and dying for friction. And when our hips collide, and his hard-on rubs against mine? Fuck, it’s unreal.
I force myself to pull away from the temptation of his mouth and stare down at Jett’s lips, red and swollen from my kisses.
“I knew it.”
“Shut up,” he growls and reaches for me again.
I’m laughing and shivering at the same time. Swear to God, I feel high, and this is from one kiss? What’s going to happen when Jett and I get naked? Please, fuck, let us get naked.
I don’t know who moves first but we’re kissing furiously, without a care for where we are or who might happen upon us. Who gives a shit that we’re in public? Not me. The school president could show up with a marching band and a media team and I’d keep kissing Jett because it’s that fucking good. His lips, his taste, the husky moan that he can’t hold back… God, I want to wreck his control and do it over and over.
Jett sucks on my tongue, and when his hand sneaks down and rubs my cock, I nearly come in my jeans. My self-control’s vanished, along with my inhibitions. But Jett’s not the only one who can tease. I give as good as I get, cupping his lycra-covered cock in my eager hand, and shit, he might as well be wearing nothing because I can feeleverything. I kiss him like I’m never going to get the chance again, and every taste is desperate and needy. He lets out an encouraging moan that drives me wild. Relying on pure instinct, I rub his dick faster, wanting to make it good for him. I’ve nevertouched another guy like this, but I know what I like, and I hope Jett likes it too.
“Don’t stop,” he groans.
“You ever come in these sexy shorts?” I whisper, and Jett shakes his head. “Well, you’re gonna come now. For me. It’s all for me, isn’t it?”
