Page 55 of Could Have Been Us
He clears his throat and then takes my hand in his. “I won’t lie, I’m not really sure how this all goes. For so long, I was pretty much convinced that, if this were to ever happen, it would be a dream.”
I know exactly what he means. It’s intimidating. Being with Jack like this, out in the open and where there’s a real possibility of love, really isn’t something I thought would ever happen.
It’s weird and amazing and scary as hell.
“I don’t either.”
He smiles. “So, we’re both unsure?”
“It would appear that way.”
“I know one thing I’m sure of.” Jack’s voice is low.
“And what’s that?” I ask softly.
“I want to kiss you.”
My lips turn up, and I lean in a little. “There’s nothing stopping you.”
His fingers brush my cheek, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. I fight back the sigh as his hand cups the back of my head. “No, there’s not.”
The heat of his breath fans across my face before his mouth is on mine. I push myself forward, eliminating any space I can without actually crawling over the console. A low moan escapes his lips as our tongues touch. It’s different kissing Jack this way. When there’s no reasons we shouldn’t or fear of what would happen if we did.
It’s freeing, and I never want it to end.
I push his suit jacket down and press my palms against his chest. He pulls my face closer, tilting it and kissing me deeply.
“I want you so much, Stella.”
“You have no idea,” I say between kisses.
He dominates my lips, pushing and pulling back as though it’s a game. After what could be hours for all I care, he pulls back, resting his forehead against mine.
“But the first time we make love as a couple isn’t going to be in this car with your brother up in your apartment.”
I look up at my loft, and to punctuate why this is a bad idea, the curtain gets pulled back.
I groan when I see Oliver there.
“Great,” I mutter.
Jack ducks down, seeing what I do, and laughs. “He’s definitely the smartass of you all.”
There my dumbass twin stands, staring at the car, tapping his finger on his wrist. “I’m surprised he hasn’t knocked on the window.”
“So am I.”
I plop back down in my seat and sigh. “Do you know how much I want to invite you in?”
Jack grins. “Not as much as I want to accept the invitation.”
“I wouldn’t bet on that.”
His thumb rubs against my lower lip. “We have time. I’m not going anywhere, and I’ve waited way too fucking long to complain about having to wait a little while longer.”
“I just feel like we’ve lost so much time.”
“We have, but we have so much in front of us. Who knows what would’ve been if we’d done this sooner? I don’t know.”
