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I wanted more. Our tongues battled fiercely as we passed the candy between our mouths, working together to fill every single one of my senses. My hands wrapped around him, moving down until I cupped his firm ass. His hand snaked under my clothes. A shock of cold stirred me on as his icy hands shifted around my stomach and wrapped around my back.

God, had a kiss ever felt this good before?

I was on overdrive, craving him, wanting more. Our lower bodies ground together, feeling so good against my erection. He was hard too, thank fuck, and while I’d never been curious about what another man’s dick felt like, I wished I could feel his against me without all these layers between us.

A low moan passed through Jett’s lips as my hips rocked into him with need. He was so fucking hot. Hot enough to melt the cold wind brushing past us and make us forget we were still in the middle of town apparently. That was until the sound of a loud bark startled me into biting hard down on the lollipop, breaking it with a crack.

Half of the candy fell into Jett’s mouth as he pulled away. The rest swirled in my mouth in search of a lingering taste of him. The lollipop didn’t taste nearly as good without his tongue feeding it to me.

Jett coughed, an awkward sound to fill up the silence between us. “How was that?” he asked, voice all deep and raspy that made my insides feel like goo.

“I could tell ya, but it’ll cost three kisses,” I replied, fakingseriousness in this vital negotiation. Anything to get his mouth back on mine.

Jett narrowed his eyes at me, and I was just about to tell him it was a joke when he took a step closer to me and placed the gentlest peck on my lips. “What about one as a down payment?”

The words passed through his lips to mine as I tried chasing him for more kisses, but his strong hands pushed my chest away. I groaned in frustration. “That wasn’t nearly enough, and isn’t that answer enough to your question?”

“No.”

“No?” I thought our bodies were already doing more than enough speaking for the both of us, but Jett apparently didn’t think so.

“No, because if you don’t make things clear, then my fantasies are going to go wild, and you’re not going to like it if they do.”

Did Jett have fantasies about me? I hoped he did.

I pulled him back into my arms. He felt so right there, all bulky muscles hard against me.

I pressed a kiss on his cheek. A shudder passed through him, and his stubble scratched against my skin from the movement. It was a new sensation, but not one I disliked. If anything, I found it hot as fuck to know this man who could probably bench press me was so pliant under my touch.

Leaning close to his ear, I whispered, “If I tell you I really,reallyliked kissing you”—he sucked in a breath—“will you tell me about these fantasies of yours? How will you know I won’t like them if I don’t know what they are?”

After I finished speaking, I took a step back to watch his reaction. His eyes were dilated as he looked at me. He shifted from one foot to the other, then started. “I…” His voice cracked, and he licked his lips before continuing, “I’ll think you liked kissing me and w-want to be my boyfriend.”

His cute little stutter had me thinking he was nervous about telling me this when all he’d said was something so innocent and so…good-sounding.

I’d dated a few times in the past. It was always the women who would initiate it, and I never saw a reason to refuse, even if I didn’t have particularly strong feelings toward them.

I just thought there was something wrong with me, a loose screw that’d come undone after seeing my dad lose my mom, which had me incapable of feelingso muchtoward another person. But I’d been wrong, because what I felt for Jett was leaning a little too close for comfort.

And if I was willing to date the others, then why wouldn’t I want to date someone I actually liked?

In fact, the more I thought about it, the more I was convinced it was the best idea ever.

“Sounds good to me.”

CHAPTER 14

JETT

I must have fallenasleep at some point without realizing it, because this had to be a dream.

Why else would Remy not only kiss me, tell me he liked it,andsay it was a good idea to be my boyfriend?

It was either a dream or I’d died and gone to heaven. But then his warm hand grabbed mine, his warmth seeping into my cold fingers so quickly it almost hurt. Remy pulled my hand to his mouth and pressed a kiss to them. His hot breath was like flames against my skin. The cold weather out here had nothing against what Remy did to my body.

“Why does my boyfriend always have such cold hands?” He titled his head slightly with a light of mirth in his eyes as he asked the question. If I wasn’t dead already, then this was going to put me in cardiac arrest and finish me off.

When I didn’t answer, Remy chuckled, a deep rumbling that traveled through my entire body. It wasn’t fair the effect this man had on me. I snatched my hand from his and stuffed it into my pocket.

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