Page 90 of Red Zone
When I finally break away to breathe, my forehead stays pressed to hers. My pulse is still hammering in my ears.
“Been thinking about you all damn day,” I murmur, my thumb tracing along her cheekbone.
She glares half-heartedly, breathless. “You dragged me in here just to kiss me?”
I grin wider. “Yeah. Got a problem with it?”
Her lips twitch like she’s trying not to smile.
This time she kisses me, and fuck, that does things to me I can’t even name.
We’re both so caught up that neither of us notices her phone buzzing until it goes off a third time.
She groans into my mouth before finally pulling back, fumbling it out of her pocket.
“Don’t,” I mutter, already chasing her lips again.
But she holds up a finger, scrolling through her notifications. “Work,” she sighs. “I have a meeting in five.”
I drag my hands down her hips, giving her a look that says everything I’m thinking.
She rolls her eyes like she can read my mind anyway.
“You know,” I murmur, leaning in just close enough to brush my mouth over her ear. “It’s kinda sexy. Sneaking around like this.”
That earns me a sharp, incredulous look.
I smirk. “We should do it more often.”
Her laugh is quiet, low in her throat, and she shakes her head. “You really are trouble, with a capital T.”
“Guilty as charged.”
But she’s already adjusting her laptop under her arm, reaching for the door.
She stops just before stepping out and glances back over her shoulder. That dangerous little grin she gives me before leaning in to kiss me one last time?
It leaves me wrecked.
“Stay put for a few minutes,” she murmurs against my mouth. “Last thing we need is anyone seeing us leave at the same time.”
I nod, watching her slip out.
When the door shuts behind her, I lean back against the wall and run a hand through my hair. My lips are still tingling. My chest feels too tight.
I’m grinning like an idiot.
Which probably means I’ve officially taken one too many hits to the head.
I stay in the closet a few more minutes, trying to calm myself and my friend in my pants down, trying to stop thinking about how good she smelled, like a fresh summer breeze mixed with vanilla. I don’t know exactly what it is, but the thought of it alone could easily make me hard again.
Finally, I ease the door open and step out into the hallway, my hands shoved in my pockets like nothing happened.
The corridor is empty—at least at first, until a voice behind me cuts through the quiet.
“Yo, Hayes.”
I turn to see Jaxon coming down the hall, towel slung around his neck from the obvious workout he just put in.
