How could this be Jenna? He’d never even thought of her this way until recently. Not even back in high school when they’d shared that prom kiss. His brain had been too full of Danielle Collins to consider anyone else. But now he felt as if he’d die the second this amazing kiss ended. “Wild,” he whispered against her lips.
“Hmm?” Her murmur vibrated against his mouth, the sensation electric.
“This is wild.”
She hmmed again and he continued his soft exploration. His brain shut off as all his other senses took over. Her lips were so warm and inviting. She tasted of mint and honey. Her touch on his skin sent ripples of pleasure down his spine. She emitted a little mewling sound that just about drove him over the edge.
It was then that, most inconveniently, his brain engaged.
This is Jenna.
Jenna, his best friend.
And they were kissing each other without regard for the future. They’d crossed a line that couldn’t be uncrossed. He couldn’t bring himself to regret that right now. But it was a huge shift in their relationship. A relationship that was very important to him.
They needed to talk.
It was the last thing he wanted to do.
Even so, he mustered every ounce of restraint and put a centimeter of space between them. He kept his eyes closed, for fear he’d see regret or something worse in her eyes. Their breaths clashed in the space between them. “We’re—we should talk about this.” Gathering courage, he opened his eyes—and met her sleepy-eyed gaze. Not a shred of regret there. Not even close.
Have mercy.
His will tottered. “Shouldn’t we?”
Her eyes dropped to his lips. “I’d rather just keep kissing.”
“You’re killing me, Greene.” And yet, how could he refuse such a sweet request? He resumed the kiss, pouring himself into it, and she returned the favor. Her hand drifted to his nape, her fingers sliding into his hair, shocking every hair follicle to life. He moved his hands around, pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss. Their breathing accelerated. “I can’t seem to stop.”
“Who asked you to?”
Laughter bubbled out.
Then she initiated a long, searching kiss that flung all humor to the other side of the universe. She’d never been timid. Not the girl who’d fielded line drives and swung for the fences. Certainly not the woman now in his arms. And he’d never been more thankful.
She withdrew long enough to tilt her head the other way. “How’d you get so good at this? Never mind. Don’t want to know.”
Their lips came together like magnets. He couldn’t get close enough to her.
But her last words hovered in his mind like an annoying fly. They’d both had recent relationships—and both had ended badly. He was still healing and she’d said the same of herself. This kiss had ushered them into foreign territory, and what if it was too soon for both of them? What if he ended up hurting her? He couldn’t bear the thought.
He palmed her cheek and put a sliver of space between them. “Is this... a bad idea?”
“Doesn’t feel like it.” She brushed his nose with hers. “Does it?”
Her warm breath against his lips tantalized. “I’d tell you, but I can’t seem to think straight.”
“We’re just kissing...”
“I think we’re making out at this point.”
“Fair. But I’m good with it if you are. Just for now?” She brushed his lips with hers.
The caress eradicated all common sense. All sense period. “What—what do you mean? Like just this once?”
“Just tonight. Kissing only. Get it out of our systems.”
He wasn’t sure it worked like that, but...
