Page 37 of Sugar Rush
He blinked, the corner of his mouth perking up into a naughty little grin before he glanced down between our bodies. “Kieran…”
“Don’t,” I warned him, shifting my hips so my stiff cock wasn’t pressed against him. I watched him mentally fighting with himself on whether he wanted to argue with me or not.
“I could fix that for you,” he offered, sounding just a bit out of breath.
I swallowed, before clearing my throat. “There’s not a doubt in my mind.”
“So just let me,” he requested, biting down into his lower lip and giving me the sexiest, most pleading expression I’d ever witnessed outside of actual porn. “I just want to…”
“I know what you want,” I bit out, cupping him under the chin so he’d stop gazing down at where my cock was tenting out my pants. “I told you, that’s not happening.”
He pouted, poking his plump bottom lip out, but seemed to relent more easily this time than before. Maybe because he could sense the kind of mood I was in.
“Can I at least get a goodnight kiss?” He asked, and I scoffed.
“You think I’m falling for that again?”
“I won’t do anything,” he promised, but he was smirking a bit.
“You already got a kiss.”
“That doesn’t count because you didn’t kiss me back.”
“It’s just going to make it worse,” I warned him, furrowing my brows together. “For both of us.”
“Not for me,” he said softly, and the tiny note of pain in his voice made me want to jump off a cliff. “Getting anything from you is better than nothing.”
I groaned, squeezing my eyes closed. I hated myself for always giving in to him. But I felt like I would hate myself more for turning him away when he was looking and sounding so delicate and vulnerable.
“One kiss,” I said, giving his jaw a little warning squeeze. “Don’t misbehave and make me regret it.”
“I’ll be good,” he promised, before rising up on his toes again to press his lips onto mine.
Every time he kissed me, it was like my mouth was being coated in sugar, sweet candy melting onto my tongue. Every touch and sensation was magnified, like all my senses had honed in to only process him. The way his hands clutched at the back collar of my shirt, the way he leaned onto my chest for balance, and the little whimpers he let out against my mouth were being burned into my brain as vital details I could never forget.
By the time he pulled back from me, we were both panting.
“You’ll think about me tonight?” He wondered softly, still clutching my neck, so his breath fluttered out against my lips.
“Just like every other night,” I answered, wanting to lighten the intensity of the moment, which suddenly felt like it was crushing me.
“Okay,” he said, seeming to accept my answer, like he’d only be satisfied if my mind was plagued with thoughts of him. If that was how he felt, then he had nothing to worry about. “If you need me, you know where I’ll be,” he said with a note of humor in his voice, gesturing toward his bedroom door, before disappearing inside.
After closing my door, I collapsed onto my bed with a little groan, smashing my face into a pillow.
Somehow, between fantasies of forgetting about protecting Jordy and just letting myself fall into his perfect, sticky, seductive web and terrible ideas of what could happen to him over the weekend if I left on the trip, I managed to fall asleep.
JORDY
“OKAY, LOOKS LIKEyou’ve got everything you need except…” Crystal peered at the list we’d collaborated on, where everything was crossed off except one item. “Sunscreen! I can pick some up on the way home for you if you want.”
The hotel Kieran was staying at was right next to a beach, an hour or so away from where we lived. By some miracle of fate, it was in the same little city that Oldport University was in. The fact that I’d be checking out the area around the school had definitely helped bring my dad on board with the spontaneous, unsupervised trip.
The room, which I’d already subtly questioned Kieran about and then checked out online without him knowing, wasn’t luxurious or expensive, but the location was great. And I was pretty sure I could convince him to take a dip and maybe build a sandcastle with me. Among other activities. Once he knew I was coming, anyway.
“You really don’t mind?” I asked, even though I knew she probably wouldn’t. I really needed to get a car so I didn’t have to depend on Dani and Kieran for rides all the time. Not that anyone ever complained about carting me around.
“Of course not,” she assured me. “Can’t have you coming home looking like a lobster!” She joked, patting my leg to bring attention to the fact that I was ghostly pale. I didn’t get tans, I just turned a nuclear shade of red then half my skin would flake and peel off. I’d had to slather up for all my track meets for the last couple years of high school.
