Page 76 of Forgive You

I like poking him. I like seeing him jealous. I love him possessive.Love, Julie? Really?Fuck, I meant as friends. Right, friends. Yeah, that’s exactly what I mean.

“Just me, not you. He’ll probably just want to lick you.”

Oh, hot damn, Jordan. Did he have to utter the word lick? Now all I can think about is Jason licking. Me. Long, hard,precise.

And now I’m horny. My thighs clench, something throbbing between my legs.

Jason points his finger at his brother. “If you still want to use your fingers to play your precious guitar, I suggest you zip it.”

Jordan rolls his eyes, then gets up. “That’s my cue. I’m gonna catch another wave.”

He casually throws me a wink, then grabs his board and mulls his way through the sand.

“I hate him,” Jason growls before Jordan’s feet have hit the water, and my eyes roll to the back of my head while I laugh.

“No, you don’t.”

“No, I don’t.” Jason drops his ass next to mine. “But he does annoy the shit out of me.”

“You know, you reallyarecute when you’re jealous.”

“Is that so?” He pulls me onto his lap until I’m straddling him, my front to his.

My heart hammers its way up my throat, the tips of my fingers connecting with the soft skin below his ear as I hold on to his neck.

Deep blue eyes reflect not a speck of doubt as they lock with mine, and when they drop to my lips, my breath hitches.

I’m hyper aware of his hands on my body. How he strokes small brushes over the small of my back with the sole goal of finding a piece of bare skin below my crop top. How my center is feeling more pressure from his pants as the seconds tick away. How he apparently has the key to the zoo of butterflies I’ve had locked up somewhere between a liver and a kidney for years.

What did I ever see in his brother?

“Jason?” My throat is dry as fuck and, damn, Julie, can you sound more desperate?

“Yeah?” His breath scatters over my face, and he cups my cheek, the touch briefly shutting my eyes.

“What are we doing?”

“Right now, I’m about to kiss you.”

“We should take it slow.”

We saidslow.Fuck, what am I saying? I can’t do this period. If Jacob finds out, he will destroy us both. He will destroy everything Jason has worked so hard for.I can’t.

So, why am I moving closer to his lips like I’m desperate to get burned. Why am I flying too close to the sun, knowing it will turn my heart into ashes when I get back on my two feet?

“Baby, we are way past the point of taking things slow,” Jason whispers.

“I’m scared.”

“One kiss.”

“One kiss.” What am I doing?

But there are no fucking take-backsies in that comment, because before I can backpaddle, his lips are firmly pressed against mine.

And I’m gone.Incinerated by the sun.

This is nothing like calling atruce.That was hasty, hurried, toe-curling still, but that was a distraction to get me to shut up. To stop me from walking away with a thundercloud up my drunk ass.

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