“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I screech, gaping at him in shock while unable to believe what I just saw.
He simply walks forward, snakes his hand around the back of my neck and crushes his lips against mine.
I melt.
My hands find his strong chest before one travels up over his wide shoulder and curls around the back of his neck. Jackson takes my waist as though it was specifically made just for him and he draws my body against his.
It’s perfect. Just as I knew it would be.
Every single thought, worry, and fear leaves me. I suddenly don’t give a shit that I’m trying this new ‘good girl’ thing and am supposed to be staying away from dangerous boys like this. I simply don’t care because this is way too good to pass up.
Jackson’s lips move against mine and an unexpected moan travels up my throat as the pleasure of his touch overwhelms me.
How could I have gone all this time without allowing him to touch me like this? I mean, this isn’t even sex, just an innocent kiss, but already it’s better than anything I’ve ever experienced, including the wild threesome.
Jackson’s fingers tighten on my waist before his tongue seeks entry and just as he knew I would, I allow him anything he wants.
Needing to get closer, I press up onto my tippy toes and hook my arm around his neck until his heated skin and the back of his hair are tickling the inside of my elbow. His arms snake around my waist, holding me tight and I feel as though I could die a happy woman.
A throat clears behind us and I reluctantly pull away as Chloe glares daggers at us. “Seriously? I’m all down for you two swapping spit, but does it have to be on my balcony where I’m forced to watch the whole thing? Like really, I’m trying to read.”
I look up at Jackson, unsure of what this means. He dips his head, gently brushing his lips over mine before stepping back. “Night, Elle,” he says in a deep, grumbly tone before launching himself over the railing and dropping down to the grass below.
What the actual fuck? Did that boy just come all the way here, scale the side of my house and throw himself over a balcony just so he could kiss me?
Holy wow. My heart.
I watch as Jackson jogs across the lawn and heads back over to his Charger. He opens his car door, looks back at me and gives me a panty-dropping smirk mixed with a wink that has my knees going weak. He drops down into his car and takes off, leaving me fearing for the trouble I’m about to get myself in.
Chapter 8
Jackson
I lean up against my locker as my teammates chat around me, each of them pumped for this week’s game It’s going to be fucking wicked. We’re up against a bunch of guys from Aston Creek who have been slaying their season so far, but we’re about to put a stop to that. It’s going to be a hard game, but it’s one I’m sure we can handle.
I didn’t join this team because I thought we were going to choke when the time came to shine. No, this team is going to the finals and I’ll be the one leading them there, no matter how much blood, sweat, and tears have to go into it. I don’t doubt all our hard work will pay off either. Hopefully, a good handful of these guys will end up with offers from incredible colleges that will lead them to even brighter futures.
The boys rave about how they beat the Aston Creek team last season and as they laugh about all the ins and outs of the game, I find myself zoning out and glancing down the hallway to the blonde who has just walked in.
A cheesy as fuck grin spreads across my face as I remember the feel of Elle’s soft lips crushed against mine, desperately moving against them, and taking everything she needs. It was perfection. So much more than I thought it would be.
I don’t think I’ve ever been so cliché in my life. All I needed was a boom box sitting on my shoulder and I would have been in a 90’s romcom. Though she’ll never admit it, something tells me that she appreciated the effort. Despite how damn beautiful she is, I doubt a guy has gone to efforts like that before. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s never actually been swept off her feet
I hate that our moment was cut short by her sister, but it doesn’t matter because I intend to have many more. In fact, I might just go and remind her of it right now.
I go to push up off my locker when Elle drops in beside her friend and I fall back into the cool metal. Damn, maybe I’ll catch up with her later, but then…maybe I have another option.