Page 46 of The Bro-code

He releases my bottom lip, playing with my mouth in a confident, unhurried way.

When the tip of his tongue traces the seam of my lips, I’m more than ready to allow him in.

A full body shudder makes me tremble when his firm, sleek tongue touches mine. I melt against his mouth, drunk on his minty, sweet taste.

The way he explores my mouth makes me feel bold and I caress his tongue with mine, giving as good as I get.

A low, deep noise rumbles in Jagger’s throat when I lose control and scrape my teeth over his bottom lip.

It’s like that gave him permission to kick things up a notch. He tilts my head back with the hand that’s tangled in my hair, holding the back of my head and he deepens the kiss.

Jagger owns my mouth, takes control of the kiss, devouring me with hot lashings of his tongue and sensual, playful nips of his teeth.

His big hand is closed around the back of my neck, as the slightly rough pad of his thumb strokes the front of my throat.

I don’t know how long we’ve been kissing, I forgot that Jagger and I aren’t alone. That this wasn’t a spontaneous kiss but some kind of twisted dare.

It surprises me that I don’t care. I’ve never been kissed this way before and my entire body is humming with sensation, buzzing with need.

I’ve never felt this way before or maybe I have. Yesterday when Ryker’s lips were gliding up and down my neck and his fingers had moved my panties to the side in the airplane’s bathroom.

What the fuck is happening to me?

Maybe I’m just horny after an entire summer spent on Luca’s yacht, keeping everyone at a distance.

It doesn’t really matter.

All I know is that Topher has never made me feel this way, not even when we had sex. Let alone with just a kiss.

I tighten my grip on Jagger’s arm, fisting the soft cotton of his t-shirt with my other hand as I push on the tips of my toes to get closer.

God, he’s so much taller, more muscular than Topher.

My ex isn’t short or small by any means, but Jagger has at least four inches on him and he’s much more built.

Noises coming from the crowd around us seep into my lust induced daze, but I tune them out. I don’t care that people are watching. I don’t want this kiss to end.

My entire body feels alive, I’m burning with the need to take this further. I’m on fire…

“Fire! Fire!”

Yeah, everyone must have noticed how hot this kiss is. Just as hot as Jagger.

“Fire! Fire!”

Jesus, are people yelling fire to encourage us? Like when they shout “chug, chug,” during a party dare?

“Fire!”

Ok, someone needs to shut the fuck up. This is distracting me from the hottest kiss of my life now.

“Someone call 911!”

That’s what breaks the spell Jagger and I are under. I don’t know who breaks the kiss, but we part slowly and reluctantly.

For a second it’s hard even to stop looking at each other as my heart is slamming against my chest and there’s an intense throbbing between my thighs.

Then reality forces its way back in and I gawk at the smoke coming from my house. From the Zeta Theta Beta house.

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