Then, I fuckingkissRiver White.
And she kisses me back.
Hard.
Her arms go around my neck, her fingers crashing through my already messy hair. I paw at her like a drug fiend who’s afraid of never getting another hit, running my hands up and down her sides, over her ass. All over her. Too fucking scared I won’t get to touch her again.
My cock grows impossibly hard, and there’s no way she doesn’t feel it pressing against her. I take a chance and rock into her. She gasps.
I do it again.
Another gasp.
Without warning, she yanks away, and we’re both gasping for air like we just finished a marathon we were ill-prepared for.
“What… What the… I… We…”
Then our mouths are fused together again.
I don’t know who reaches for who first. Don’t know whose arms go around who first. Don’t know how I’m ever going to pretend I don’t know what her lips feel like.
I am so completely fucked.
I slow my mouth, turning our frenzied kiss into something calmer until our lips aren’t moving at all. I close my eyes, resting my forehead against hers.
“I…fuck,” I mutter.
She chuckles. “I agree.”
Opening my eyes, I pull back, looking at her. “What was that?”
“I don’t know. You’re the one who accosted me.”
“You’re the one who didn’t push me away.”
“You’re the one who liked it…though I guess I did too.” She swallows. “Why?”
I grin. “Have you seen me shirtless?”
She doesn’t laugh. Her hazel eyes just burn into me.
I can practically see her thoughts running through her head. They’re the same ones charging through mine.
Why did I kiss her? What does it mean? What do we do now?
I don’t know. I don’t know. And I don’t fucking know.
All I know is that I want to do it again.
“Why’d you do that, Dean?”
“Because I couldn’tnotdo it.”
“It can’t mean anything. I hate you.”
“I don’t want it to mean anything because I hate you too.”
Then, we’re kissing again.