Page 85 of Finding Jess

Sam released a shaky breath, waiting with more anticipation than she’d ever felt before.

Jess’ eyes flicked over her face, as if searching for some answer to an unspoken question. But Sam couldn’t take it anymore. She couldn’t wait another second.

She tilted her head in, obliterating the short distance between them to kiss her.

Jess’ hand cupped the side of her face, fingers trembling ever so slightly against her skin. There was hesitation, a softness that belied the hunger building between them, but it only made Sam want her more.

She deepened the kiss, pulling Jess closer, their bodies colliding like the answer to a question neither of them had dared ask.

It was heat. It was electricity. It was everything she didn’t know she needed until that moment.

Sam’s hands drifted to Jess’ waist, gripping her like the kiss might be torn from them before it had truly begun. But Jess didn’t pull away.

A soft sound escaped Jess. Something between a gasp and a sigh that went directly to her core. She pressed Jess back against the countertop, their lips never once breaking.

But something flickered in her chest, a warning that she couldn’t ignore.

Sam pulled back, even though everything in her body screamed not to.

“Are—” she started breathlessly. “Are you sure this is a good idea? I mean—”

“Do you want this?” Jess asked, her face just an inch away.

Sam swallowed, taking in the dark, heated look in her eyes. “What about—”

“Right now,” Jess whispered, leaning forward to rest her forehead against Sam’s. “In this moment. Is this what you want?”

Sam’s eyes slid closed, the feeling of Jess so close it bordered on intoxicating.If it were ever possible to be drunk off a person, Jess would be her drink of choice.

She nodded. And the second she did, Jess’ lips surged against hers once again.

Jess slid a hand up around her shoulder and onto the back of her neck, holding her close. Then she slipped her tongue into her mouth as Sam turned her, pinning her body.

Jess’ other hand dipped beneath the hem of her shirt, sliding up her bare back. And when it came back down, her nails dragged along her skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

When they reached her lower back, a surge of heat moved through her core, settling into a pulsing center below her waistband.

Her hips twitched forward automatically, moving entirely on their own as they reacted to her touch.

The corners of Jess’ mouth moved upward against her lips in a smirk. She knew her body better than anyone. Like a programming language that only Jess had learned. She’d mastered every input to get the reactions she wanted.

And Sam knew how much she loved proving it.

Jess slowed the kiss slightly as she dipped the tips of her fingers below the back of her jeans, letting her nails trail downward ever so gently.

Sam barely stopped her hips from moving forward. But she couldn’t stop the moan that whimpered past her lips.

Jess released a ragged breath, ripping Sam’s hips toward her own with sudden urgency.

A loud knock suddenly pounded against the door, and Sam flinched as Jess froze, jumping back.

Sam looked at the door, then back at Jess. And before she could say anything, Jess pulled back entirely, her warm hands sliding away and leaving cold shadows in their place.

She crossed the short distance to the door, then leaned both hands against it, checking through the peephole.

Jess sighed, leaning back. “It’s Scar,” she muttered, running a hand through her slightly ruffled hair.

Sam stepped back, turning toward the door as she pulled the hem of her shirt back down and adjusted the top of her pants back into place.

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