The bathroom. Shit. That had been a mistake. I was drunk and angry and she was right there, my own personal punching bag.
Rather than acknowledge that clusterfuck, I inched closer, erasing the sliver of space between us. “You sure about that?”
Felicity’s lips parted on a soft intake of breath. “What are you doing, Jason?” Her voice trembled.
“I thought it was obvious. I’m here because I couldn’t stand the idea of Thatcher hurting you.”
“Because you’re jealous.” It didn’t come out sassy this time.
“I’m not…” Rubbing the back of my neck, I mulled over what to say next. When really all I wanted to do was kiss her. After all, didn’t they say actions spoke louder than words?
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” My lips hovered dangerously close to hers. It would have been so easy to crash my mouth down on hers. But I wanted to savor her, to taste every inch of her skin.
I wanted to lose myself in her, and that disarmed me.
“Your eyes are so dark,” she said. “It’s like they’re black.”
“They say the eyes are the window to the soul. So what does that say about me?”
“I think it says you’re deadly.” Felicity leaned into me, our noses brushing, lips almost touching.
“Deadly, huh?”
We moved closer still.
“And dangerous...”
“Definitely dangerous,” I echoed, tasting her. Once. Twice.
“Don’t prove me wrong, Jason,” her words slammed into me but I didn’t have time to process them, because her mouth sealed over mine and I knew the game had just changed.
And I wasn’t sure of the rules anymore.
Chapter Thirteen
Felicity
Jason was in my house.
It shouldn’t have been the only thought consuming my mind as his lips trailed over my skin, nipping and sucking, but it was.
Jason was here.
Because he was worried.
About me.
I didn’t know what to do with that.
I wanted to store it for future reference; to lock it away for the next time I needed to remind myself he wasn’t just a conceited asshole. But I knew it was a dangerous thing—to let myself believe this meant anything more than right here, in this moment. Jason belonged to Rixon. He had the hearts of almost every single person in our small town. There wasn’t room for mine too. Yet, I found myself falling down the rabbit hole anyway.
Somehow, we managed to make it upstairs to my room without breaking contact. Our clothes scattered in a haphazard trail from my door to my bed which looked better than ever with a half-naked Jason Ford sprawled over it.
“Come here.” He crooked a finger at me, pushing up on his elbows to watch me. When I reached the bed, he shuffled to the edge, planting his feet on the floor. “You always sleep in a Raiders t-shirt?” He fingered the oversized blue and white shirt, pulling me until I stood between his legs.
“I’ll take the fifth,” I said around a coy smile.
“You will, huh?” His hands painted a torturous path up and down my legs, every time inching higher until his fingers were brushing the apex of my thighs. “I like you in Raider colors.” His eyes glittered with lust, but I tried hard not to read between the lines.
Don’t get sucked in.
Don’t fall for his bedroom talk.
Don’t let this become more than it is.
“But I think I prefer you like this.” He pushed the shirt up my hips, all the way over my body until it was bunched around my shoulders. I pulled it off the rest of the way, baring myself to him.
“Perfect,” his voice was strained and I loved it. Loved that I affected him so much because God only knew, he made me melt.
The old me, the me before senior year, wanted to ask a million questions.
What did this mean?
Did he want me or just hot anger-fueled sex?
Did he feel even an ounce of what I felt for him?
But the new me, the girl with a senior year bucket list, stuffed down all the doubt and willingly walked into the lion’s den. Because deep down, maybe I did want my chance to tame the beast.
Jason smoothed one of his hands up my stomach causing me to shiver. “You like that?” He asked huskily, staring up at me with a lazy smirk. “What about this?” His fingers closed around one of my nipples, pinching, and a bolt of pleasure shot through me.
“Oh God.” I tried to swallow the moan building, but his touch was like kryptonite.
His other hand joined the party, rolling and plucking until my knees began to buckle.
“Jason, stop, I can’t...”
“Too much?”
I nodded, my body melting against him. Before I could catch my breath, he’d pulled me onto the bed and rolled me beneath him. “Do you have any idea how much it turns me on knowing no one has been here?” He slid his hand between us, cupping me. “Except me.”
Jason pressed a finger against me, rubbing me through my damp panties. I wanted him to pull them to the side and touch me, really touch me, but he seemed content in taking his time. Teasing me. Driving me wild.
He rocked back, standing at the foot of the bed. His tight-fitting boxers left very little to the imagination and I almost came right there when he grasped himself, squeezing roughly.
“Jason...”
“What do you want, babe?”
Everything, I wanted to say. But instead, I squeaked, “You.”
Eyes dark and hooded, he climbed back over me, kissing me deep and hard. Our tongues danced a fast-paced rhythm, tangling and swirling together until I wasn’t sure where I ended and he began.
His hard length rocked against me, making me wetter, needier. My sexual experiences left little to be desired compared to this. Jason was barely even touching me and I felt him everywhere; my synapses firing off in all directions, heat swimming in my veins.
My hand glided down his hard abs, cut to perfection from hours and hours of physical conditioning. But when I grazed his dick, Jason snagged my wrist, pinning it to the mattress at the side of my head.
“Patience,” he said against my lips before diving back into the kiss. His tongue stroked every inch of my mouth before he moved to my jaw, drifting down the slope of my neck and along my collarbone. I writhed against him, desperate for him to end the sweet torture. But something told me he was only just getting started.
The thought both exhilarated and terrified me.
On a normal day, Jason was a lot to handle. Too much. But like this—half-naked, his skin pressed up against my skin, his mouth latched onto my neck, his hands curled into the flesh on my hip—he was lethal.
Jason broke the kiss again but only to move down my body. He dipped his tongue into my navel, swirling it around. Something so insignificant wasn’t supposed to feel so erotic, but it did. My toes curled, my body aching to be closer to him.
“These need to go,” he whispered against the inside of my thigh, dragging my panties down my legs. I was naked now, fully exposed to the guy I knew would never give me everything I needed.
Everything I wanted.
But I couldn’t find it in myself to care, not with his mouth hovering over my most intimate place. “Has anyone ever kissed you here?” he asked huskily.