“Fuck it.” My lips crashed down onto hers, sparking a kiss we’d never forget.
SEVENTEEN
Flustered Flurry
Noelle
Ihad no idea what had come over me. One moment, I hated Jack’s guts, and I wanted to be as far away from the man as I could be. In the next, I wanted his mouth on me, and his rejection had hurt. It had pried me open and led to a bratty response because all I needed were his lips to be doing exactly what he was now.
His tongue parted me and spread me open to indulge in a taste of the forbidden fruit. The one thing he never should’ve done.Kiss me.
“I want you,” Jack groaned against my lips. “But God, I still hate you.”
“This doesn’t”—I pecked his lips—“change anything”—another kiss—“between us.”
Breathlessly, I let Jack shut me up with a nibble on my bottom lip. He sucked the tender flesh into his mouth, and I whimpered for him. He stroked my cheeks with the pads of his thumbs, wiped away the wet beads of tears, and deepened the kiss into the greedy frenzy we both desired.
Jack danced his tongue against mine, and heat flurried throughout my body at an accelerated pace and left my skin tingling. Every nerve ending was a live wire, sparking out of control, and I couldn’t get enough of him.
Jack slowed the kiss down and leisurely played with my tongue. Swirled left and right with a flick untilhe moved away from my mouth and trailed his lips down to my chin, over my thrumming pulse, and across my neckline until he pulled back and gazed down at me with a red-hot, searing passion in those gorgeous chestnut eyes.
“No. This doesn’t.” Jack’s hot breath was against my mouth. “Except your dad will kill me for kissing you.”
“Not if I kill you first.” I smirked and trailed my hands up his plaid shirt.
A low rumble vibrated in Jack’s chest and escaped through his parted lips. The manly groan aroused me more than I cared to admit. He was the person I despised, but he had made my panties wet. My damn body wouldn’t work with my mind. I should slap him and demand that he get off me, so I could run through the chilly forest back to my house. I shouldn’t be okay with having him on top of me, but I was. I was extremely fucking turned on.
“I’d rather be dead than kiss you again,” Jack argued, but the way his cock throbbed against my thigh told a different story.
I clenched his shirt and pulled Jack’s face closer. “Good.”
“Fine. Fuck,” he grumbled and kissed me.
The frustration, eagerness to explore, and undeniable distaste stoked a fire between us that wouldn’t burn the fuck out. The flames kept building and growing while our mouths ventured where they never should’ve roamed. Jack kept making these sounds that made me want more of him as I crawled my fingers into the hair at the back of his neck. I played with the fine strands, which I had envisioned to be rough with age, but were soft as feathers.
Damn, Jack smelled good. I could eat him, swallow him whole and not waste a bite. He was aged but fine.
Jack let me come up for air.
“Don’t stop,” I mumbled against his mouth. “I need more.”
Jack Timber’s mouth was an addiction I never should’ve indulged, but once I had him, I couldn’t stop.
Jack trailed his lips down my neck. “That would be the wrong decision.”
“No,” I admitted breathlessly, with my hands on top of his head. “A fucking stupid one.”
Jack swirled his tongue against my skin and forced a smile of elation to spread across my lips. A soft giggle escaped me, and I couldn’t contain it. Jack’s head shot up.
“I didn’t know you’re ticklish,” he said as he trailed his fingers slowly down the separated zipper of my jacket, and he touched bare skin. “I wonder where else you are sensitive to my touch?”
I gasped at the contact as I watched Jack eye up my flesh that must’ve accidentally become exposed after our collision. My blouse had hitched up underneath my jacket to reveal my stomach to his hungry eyes. He feasted on me and couldn’t turn away.
“There,” I sighed.
“Here?” Jack asked as his mouth moved lower to the waist of my sweatpants, and he pulled at the elastic band.
“No,” I whispered as my breathing hitched and I pushed his head lower. “Right—”
