Page 78 of Blindside Me
“Maybe,” I say, and lean in. That vanilla scent she wears floods me, and suddenly I can’t help myself.
I brace a hand on the wall behind her and cage her in. She doesn’t back up. Not even a millimeter. “You know you drive me insane, right?” I say.
She grins, baring her teeth. “That’s the point.”
For a second, I stare at her, memorizing the curve of her mouth, the line of sweat glimmering at her hairline from the packed bar. My throat aches with want.
I close the gap, shoulder grazing hers. “What do you want, Jade?”
Her stare penetrates deep. “Isn’t it obvious?”
I shake my head, not trusting my voice.
She moves first. The brush of her hand against my arm is quick, almost accidental, but there’s nothing accidental about the way her fingers slide down to my wrist. It’s electric. I suck in a breath, feeling the heat chase away the cold.
“Don’t make me say it,” she says.
“Say what?” I take the drink from her hand and place it on the floor.
She snorts. “That I want you, dumbass. That’s why you’re losing your mind, right?”
I nod, swallowing hard. “It’s fucking torture.”
Jade rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling. “Then why are we here?”
I don’t have an answer, so I pull her in, careful not to be too rough, but not gentle either. I’m tired of pretending. She melts into me, hands fisting in my shirt, her mouth hot on mine. The rest of the world disappears, along with the noise, the jealousy, and the fear. It’s just us. It’s always just us.
Mirth dances in her eyes as she breaks away. “This is stupid.”
“Yeah,” I agree. “So let’s be stupid.”
She laughs, a real one this time, and lets her head fall to my chest. For a second, everything is easy.
That is, until the bathroom door jerks open, and voices spill out.
We jerk apart, almost guilty. Jade straightens her shirt as our eyes meet. The longing in hers mirrors mine. I’m sure of it. The corners of her lips quirk up like she knows exactly what I’m thinking.
And for the first time all night, I do.
She glances at the corridor, like someone’s going to walk by and catch us. It’s a real possibility. It’s not as if we’re hiding.
She shoves my chest. “This is a bad idea,” she whispers. “You know that, right?”
I run my thumb along her jaw, loving the way she shivers. “Not the first time you’ve said that.”
“Yeah, well, I’m usually right.”
I cage her in, arms braced against the wall on either side of her head. “You’re not running,” I say. “You want this as bad as I do.”
She doesn’t answer. She stares at my mouth like she’s weighing the consequences. “You don’t know how badly I want to shove you in that bathroom, drop to my knees, and redeem myself.”
My dick twitches, wanting nothing more than to see if she’s as good as she claims.
“That’s not a good idea here. It would get back to your uncle.” My reminder is a half-dare and a half-warning rolled into one. But the threat remains.
She smirks. “And what? Bench you for kissing me?”
I laugh, biting back the urge to taste her again. “Probably make me do laps. Or clean toilets.”
