In the middle of the yard I spot a mix of naked and close-to-it people playing poker at a table under the large oak tree. I let out a sigh of relief when Jamie dodges both of the crowds, headed toward the koi pond at the far edge of the property. I can see the other fraternity houses perfectly from here.
Rock music cranks through the windows of the house to our right, a party in full swing. The same goes for the Victorian to our left, except a rap mix fills the air on that side of the property. We have some privacy by the pond, enough space for us to have a conversation without anyone overhearing. Greek Row is lit up at this hour, one party after another spanning the entire block.
I sit on the bench next to Jamie, who leans forward to take a look at the fish swimming in the pond in front of us. He sips from his cup, his eyes fixed on the ground. An awkward silence fills the air between us. I have no idea what to say. Now that we’re finally alone, my nerves suffocate me, crushing my chest.
“How’s hockey going?” I ask him.
He takes one more gulp of his beer and then glances over at me. “Okay, I guess. Tuck and Trent got suspended for two games.” A beat passes between us before he adds, “But no one can know.”
I touch his hand and smile. “You can trust me.”
A smirk turns up the right corner of his mouth. “I know.”
“How so?” I challenge.
“Because I’ve told you things when I was drunk, and none of it ever got back to anyone.” He slides across the bench until our thighs are touching. “You’re easy to talk to, Shan.”
I wink. “Right back at ya.”
He holds my gaze, staring at my mouth again. The air hums between us, a palpable energy I can feel on my skin. My stomach churns from the anticipation of what I hope will be our first kiss. Jamie places his hand on his thigh, and I get a little jealous that it’s not on mine.
“Are you going to kiss me, or what?” I mutter before I can stop myself from confessing my desire.
Jamie chuckles. “Is that what you want?”
I nod. “You’ve never kissed me. Never even tried.”
“Because I don’t want to mess with a good thing. You’re the only woman I can talk to other than my mom or sister.” He slides his arm across the back of my neck, causing the tiny hairs to stand at attention. “Are you sure you want to ruin this?”
“You’re a smart guy, Jamie. The smartest.” I cover his hand that’s rested on his thigh, the heat from his skin warming mine. “But it’s time to turn your brain off and stop thinking.”
Without another word, Jamie dips his head to my level. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, the sensation is so overpowering that my skin burns from his touch. His big, calloused hand travels up my bare arm until he’s cupping the side of my face, our tongues tangling together as he deepens the kiss.
My entire body comes alive with each flick of his tongue, the heat from his kisses stirring a fire inside me. As his hand wanders from my face, back down my arm and to my hip, I want him to keep touching me. I need him to touch me. We’ve waited too long for this kiss. Three years of pent-up sexual tension have manifested into intense greed.
I climb onto his lap without breaking the kiss, and now my hands are all over his perfectly sculpted body. His stomach is rock hard, and even over the front of his shirt I can feel the well-defined ridges of his abs. He grunts when I rock my hips, my panties now soaked as I rub against his erection. I’m so turned on I feel like a cat in heat, ready to pounce.
Too many sexless months and years of waiting for Jamie to make his move have turned me into a raving lunatic. It doesn’t help that he’s an incredible kisser. Maybe the best I’ve kissed so far.
Jamie runs his hand over the front of my dress, feeling my painfully stiff nipples over the thin black fabric. I moan against his lips, and he growls in response. His fingers are in my hair, one hand still cupping my breast. As I press my palms down on his shoulders and rock my hips, he slides down the top of my dress just enough for his hand to fit inside. Lucky for him, a bra didn’t go with this dress. He pinches my nipple, ripping another moan from my lips.
My dress rides up my thighs, now bunched around my hips. Jamie peels his lips from mine for a second, now noticing how much skin I’m baring to him. His eyes rake over my bare thighs before he looks at me.