“Our story’s not over, Olive.” Jenson’s lips brush my cheek. “That last kiss we had here all those years ago? Turns out it doesn’t have to be our last.”
“Really?” My voice comes out raw as I turn to face him.
“Really.” His tone dips into red-hot sexy territory. “So. What do you say?”
“Jenson.” My tone is raw. “Come here.”
His mouth reaches mine at the same time that I wrap my arms around his neck. He seeks my lips desperately and threads his fingers through my hair as his mouth melds to mine. He smells like mint and tastes like him. His lips urge mine to open to him, and I’m lost.
No one kisses like Jenson Beau. He gives me every ounce of himself like he’ll never enjoy anything in his life as much as making love to my mouth.
His kiss is rough and insistent, and he breaks the kiss just long enough to mutter how much he missed me. His hand cups my ass, and he urgently pulls me onto his lap. Every single thing about him turns me on as much as it always did, and I let out little gasps with each touch of his hand on my burning-hot skin. He trails kisses down my neck and collarbone, not stopping until his hot tongue finds my breast. He pulls aside my bra cup and draws my aroused nipple into his mouth, and I run my hands through his blond shaggy hair and hold him close to me.
The thick strands feel just as good as I’d thought they would when I saw him yesterday.
Abruptly, he shifts so that he’s on his back, pulling me on top of him. His hands go to my head, and he pulls the elastic out of my ponytail so my hair hangs loose.
“Come closer,” he murmurs. “I need you closer.”
I moan as his erection hits me in just the right spot, and I move my hips while his hands hold onto my waist tightly.
“Hayley said I need to touch your dick,” I say into his mouth.
He lets out a gruff laugh. “She did, did she? Is that what you want?”
“More than anything.” I grind into him harder.
“I can help you with that,” he says as he holds me firmly by the hips and pushes hard against me.
“Oh God, J.” I’m so close to coming already, and we’re fully clothed.
And his tongue in my mouth has me completely dizzy and distracted, so much so that I hardly notice the headlights coming toward us.
But the brightness gets my attention. I jerk up and stare at the opening of the bridge. The lights are closing in on us; they’re not at the bridge just yet, but I can tell from where they are that there’s no turning back now. That vehicle would have to go into reverse and back up to avoid coming through here, and even that wouldn’t be an easy decision. The steep hill leading down into the bridge makes it nearly impossible to back up once you’ve started down the road.
Jenson grabs my hand and we jump up. We run as fast as we can through the bridge and toward the opening at the other side. We reach the open air, and Jenson leads me down the stone steps toward the river below. He turns on his flashlight when we’re below eyesight from the road above, and we look up to see a truck driving out of the bridge. It keeps driving like it doesn’t have a care in the world or a clue that it nearly collided with us.
As I start to walk back up the steps to the street, Jenson touches my butt from behind. I keep climbing the stairs, and he keeps his hand on my ass as he follows.
I turn around and push his hand away as soon as I reach the top step. “We’re out in public again.”
He nuzzles my neck. “What if I said I don’t care?”
“I would say I’m not sure we should be making life-changing decisions like that tonight.” I stop abruptly in the middle of the road. “This is a lot to take in. You moving back here, us both single for the first time since we were teenagers. And I’m not sure how we’ll possibly make things work. My dad’s still mayor of this town, and all eyes are on my family as you well know. And with your mom working for him, she could lose her job if things go wrong and he loses the election because of our relationship…”
“Leave all of that to me,” he says. “I’m not going to put us last this time, Olive. We’ll figure things out slowly so we know what’s ahead of us, but I’m not going to give up on us ever again.”
“What about Kyle and Connor?” I say, breaking the silence between us. “Will this confuse them? I don’t want the town to judge them…”
But Jenson interjects. “I try to teach Kyle and Connor to follow their hearts, and how can they listen to me if I’m not doing the same?”
Good point.
I fidget in front of him. “Can we go slow?”
Jenson’s eyes find mine under the street lights. “As slow as you want. We’ll do things right this time, in a way that lasts. I know we tried to do things right last time, but we were worrying about everyone else but us. This time, we’ll make sure we don’t ignore our own hearts in the process.”
I squeeze his hand. “Sounds like a plan.”
