He was too damn close.
I tried to push him back, but he didn’t budge. Not surprising. I had no energy or strength to back it up. Instead, his mouth landed on mine. All the breath rushed out of my lungs like a punch to the gut.
I froze.
I didn’t know what to do.
I’d kissed two girls, and that was it. I hated both experiences, and this one wasn’t much better.At least, I was pretty sure it wasn’t.
He smelled like smoke and tasted like wintermint, a combination both overwhelming and intoxicating. It did something to my mind, scratching at something I couldn’t put words to. His presence combatted my panic, sending it scattering into the abyss. The tension inexplicably melted from my muscles, and my knees practically gave out, forcing me to grab onto his leather jacket for support.
The kiss was short-lived and mind-numbing. Gray-blue eyes searched mine as he leaned back. The furrow in his brow was intense while he searched my expression, looking for who knew what. I had to look like an idiot to him, flustered and breathless—completely out of control and fraying.
“You good now?” Maverick asked gruffly, his warm breath fanning over my cheeks.
Was I good?I was something with my heart pounding in my ears and my breathing shallow. I tried to talk—to say something—but words escaped me, so I just stupidly nodded.
“Good,” he said. “You’re blocking the door.”
“Oh,” I let out quietly. I shuffled to the side, getting out of his way.
And then he was out the door without a word, just like that, as if nothing had happened.
CHAPTER 02
harley
Kissing was weird. It was just two people mashing their faces together, and sometimes tongue was involved. Or spit. Mya had practically drooled like a dog. It was gross. Well, she was gross. Carrie had been a tiny bit better, or at least drier. I’d sort of sat there without a clue what to do or how to respond.
I’d resigned myself to being broken in the kissing and sex department. While my friends were hooking up every chancethey got, I was good. I had no interest in anyone. No one turned me on, not even porn.
At least I hadn’t until Maverick kissed me. And truly, I wasn’t sure whether I was interested in him or just monumentally confused about why he’d done it. There was nothing kiss-worthy about that moment. Or maybe I was just that pathetic that he’d given me a pity kiss.
Yeah, that was probably it.
And yet, even thinking that, I still decided to ditch class to find him. To talk to him. To… something. I didn’t have a clue what I wanted with Maverick Fox, but the curiosity was enough to push me to do something stupid.
Our school’s baseball team sucked so much that they couldn’t maintain a team. We hadn’t had one since my freshman year. As a result, the baseball field had become the place to sneak off to. How the faculty hadn’t figured it out was beyond me. Or maybe they had, and they just didn’t care enough to do something about it.
If I was going to find Maverick anywhere, it was there. When he wasn’t behind the bleachers or even on the field, I wandered toward the equipment shed. The old thing was locked up, but who knew? Maybe I’d find him behind it.
What I didn’t expect was to find him with his pants around his knees while a blond guy I didn’t recognize sucked his dick.
There was a moment where I couldn’t look away. We’d call it morbid curiosity, but I got hung up on the look on Maverick’s face. The way his head tipped back against the back wall, his mouth slack, his eyes shut. The unabashed pleasure on his face was oddly… captivating. I couldn’t describe it, and I couldn’t understand it. I’d never felt anything like that.
It was almost otherworldly.
His head tipped slightly in my direction. I scrambled around the side, hiding because there was no way in hell I could explainwhy I was watching him. My heart pounded wildly, adrenaline running high. I focused on my breathing—deep breaths in… deep breaths out.
“Enjoy the view, princess?” Maverick’s sudden appearance from around the corner had my heart stuttering. I gasped, taking a quick step back, startled. He only smirked around a freshly lit cigarette. “Did you enjoy watching me get off?”
“No!” My voice cracked. Damn it. I had hoped he hadn’t seen me. It wasn’t like I was trying to spy on him and whatever-his-name-was. I cleared my throat and calmly repeated, “No.”
“Right,” he replied, slow and unconvinced. “You can be a little kinky, princess. I won’t judge.”
“I’m not.”I wasn’t.
“I can tell.”
