His family breaks apart, going in their separate directions and leaving us alone. Jack tears his gaze away from me and glances around. He spots whatever it is he’s looking for and pulls me behind him, towards an empty corner. He has a knack for finding deserted spaces.
My blood heats and pools low, replacing the uncertainty and doubt. This, we’ve never had a problem with. I can lose myself in this. He drops his backpack and cages me against the wall, his easy-going expression suddenly replaced with what I can only describe as savage need. The change is so swift and shocking that I don’t resist when he presses me against the cool tile of the wall, even though I can hear people just a couple feet away. His body is hot, so very hot, and rock hard when it comes into contact with my own.
Feelings that I can’t even begin to describe riot through me, but the one thing that I do recognize is simple. Need. I crave his touch to erase my worries about our rapidly changing future, to fill the empty parts inside of me.
One hand slides up my back, the material of my dress riding dangerously high as it catches on the roughness of his palms. The other cups my neck and jaw to bring my lips to his in a desperate kiss that conveys a hundred nights worth of separation and want.
My own response shocks me. I make a frantic, surprised sound against his lips as my arms go up and around the broad shape of his shoulders to pull him even closer. His lips don’t even bother with gentleness. They plunder, forcing mine open. Our teeth knock together, and I think I forget to breathe at some point.
He pulls back a little and I look at him, my brain suddenly fuzzy and drunk. His nose rubs against mine and he says, “That didn’t even take the edge off. God, you taste even sweeter than I remember.”
I grin at him, my earlier reservations forgotten. College, the future, and responsibilities can wait. I bring his lips back to mine and steal as many kisses as I can before his family gets back. Before reality can ruin this one perfect moment.
There are three things I love most in this world, and two of them I can probably live without.
The other smiles up at me. “Shouldn’t we be getting back soon? Your dad’s gonna notice we’re gone at some point.”
I kiss her breathless, mostly to taste her again, and the rest to stop the conversation from going anywhere near my dad. Sofie groans and her fingers dive back in my hair, tugging a little, just the way she knows I like it.
We probably should head back soon, before someone does search us out, but I can’t seem to muster up any fucks to give. Not with her body all hot and soft beneath my searching hands. Especially not when she sucks in a breath and her fingers tug me closer. Seeing my family was great, but I’ve spent the past six months dreaming of touching her. I’ve only been home for twenty-four hours, but I’ve spent as many of those with my hands on her as I can.
I smile against her parted lips. “Oh, you like that, huh?” My fingers pull down the cup of her bra. She whimpers. “You do, don’t you?”
She kisses me instead of answering, and I let her. The very tip of my finger circles her tight nipple. A light touch, not near what I really want to do to her, but just enough to have her panting.
In time, she forgets the pretense of kissing. We’re sharing heaving breaths and I thank fucking God for the secluded corner.
“Want me to stop?” I tease her lower lip with my teeth, sucking it into my mouth and nibbling. At the same time, I pinch her nipple between my finger and thumb. She gasps against my mouth and her hips strain toward me. I laugh. “That’s not an answer, baby.”
In the distance, a door opens and lights spill out. Just enough to illuminate her shirt all rucked up over her chest, her bra yanked down, and her pretty nipples tight and pink and needy for me. Fuck me.
Her eyes flash to the sound of grunts and thuds that echo down the hall. She makes a move to hide herself in the shadows. I still her hands by her side.
“Uh-uh. Not gonna let you go ‘til you give me an answer.”
Her gaze meets mine and she pauses a beat, then says, “Who says I want you to let me go?”
I grin, cause damn if she doesn’t just surprise the hell outta me sometimes.
She reaches under her shirt and drags my free hand from her hip to her other breast. My smile dies. Fuck me.
I must have said it out loud this time ‘cause she laughs, her head falling back against the concrete wall with a thud. My body follows her back like it doesn’t want to be left behind. And hell if I can disagree.
My thumbs draw circles around her nipples and she makes the sexiest goddamn sound in the back of her throat. I could just eat her up. I almost lose focus, almost forget that I’m supposed to be the one teasing her and not the other way around.