CHAPTER FOUR
We’ve been talking for a couple hours and I’m near sober. He’s a nice guy. Really, really nice. But then again, I don’t want anything from him, either. I don’t know him and, as a hypocrite I will use Carlos’ rule and say, because he’s a jock I don’t really want to know him.
I dated a jock. Trey Morgan. Hottest guy in school. And he treated me like dirt. Like I should be lucky to date him and when I didn’t want to do what he wanted to do, he went with someone else—other girls, I mean. Sad thing? I didn’t care. I think maybe I’m defective. I should have felt hurt, jealous, cheated… instead, nothing.
“I’m surprised no one’s come to look for you,” I say to Jack.
“Me too, but I did tell the guys I wasn’t up for partying tonight.”
We’re lying on our backs looking up at the stars, listening to the waves, which we can now hear with the music volume lowered. If he were boyfriend material, I’d feel giddy. Hell, who am I kidding. I do feel giddy. He’s hot, he finds me interesting, we’re getting along great, and his thumb keeps bumping against mine when he plucks at the blanket. I know for a fact he wasn’t that close earlier.
Am I going to complain? No! Eat it up and relish it is more likely. I, again, am not the type of girl a guy like him gives the time of day, so I’m going to enjoy every single second.
Jack rolls to his side to face me. My heart hammers in my chest with nervousness, anticipation… want.
“How is it you’ve been here all summer and some guy hasn’t claimed you?”
“Well, I’m an introvert—normally. As you can tell, when I drink, I get pretty chatty. I’m also shy, so I don’t make the first move. Ever. And, to be honest, I’m interested in more than a quick hook-up and that’s what most of the guys here seem to want.”
“But you won’t be here long, right?” he asks, reaching out to rub a few strands of my hair between his fingers.
“Nope. It won’t be long, and I’ll be on my way back home.” At least, I hope that’s how it turns out.
“Kind of a bummer. You’re a cool chick.”
“I’m averycool chick.”
He laughs, and I do, too. Did I mention the dimple that pops out on his right cheek when he smiles?
“Cool Chick Jill…”
“Yeah?”
“I’m going to kiss you now.”
“Okay, Hot Guy Jack.”
And then he kisses me. It’s just a meeting of lips at first, but it morphs into something more when I turn onto my side to face him. It’s not fast. It’s slow and leisurely and sexy as all hell. I’m all kinds of turned on.
Oh my, oh my, oh my.
HGJ is turning me on in ways no other guy ever has—not even Trey. I feel like I’m on fire. My breasts are tingling, and I’m wet between my legs. Aroused. I’m so amazingly aroused.
I hook my leg over his hip and he pulls me into his body. His hands explore my neck, back, shoulders, and when he cups my ass and pulls me right up against his erection, I let out a moan.
Who is this wanton hussy? Do I want this? I don’t even know this guy.
Maybe I don’t need to. He’s nice, we had a great night, and I really don’t want it to end here. Should I save my V-card? A year ago, I’d have said yes. I don’t do one-night stands, but right now I wonder if I’ll ever get a perfect opportunity like this one to enjoy the sensations, the feelings, the desire.
“What are we doing?” he asks hoarsely against my lips.
“Whatever we want,” is my answer and it’s the one-hundred-percent truth.
“Are you sure?”
I give him a look.
“It’s just… you don’t seem like the type—”
