Page 43 of Latte Girl
He cups my cheek in his other hand. I feel his thumb stroking the side ofmyface.
I’m scared that I don’t want ittostop.
He breaks the kiss, tilting my head up so that I’m forced to look into his eyes. His mouth hangs open, shoulders rising and falling with rhythm of his pantingbreaths.
“I don’t know what this is,” he says, his voice low and gravelly enough to send shivers up my spine, “but I’ve never had someone stuck in my head quite likeyouare.”
He brushes the hair from my face and strokes my cheek again. I close my eyes, forgetting everything but the feeling of his touch. My lips part as he runs his thumb across them. A flare of desire rips through me and I can’t help myself. I bite down on his thumb and then suck it into mymouth.
I hear him swear under his breath and he pulls my body tighter against his. I suck even harder, moaning as I feel him knot his other hand inmyhair.
“Shit, Hailey,” he hisses. I let histhumbgo.
“I want you.” My voice comes out hoarse andshaky.
He tugs my head back, making me whimper. I can hardly register anything other than my need for him right now, but I’m still surprised at how much the roughness of the motionthrillsme.
“Jordan, please,” I whisper, not even sure what I’mbeggingfor.
His eyes are darker than I’ve ever seen them, his face so close to mine I can feel his breath hot against my skin in thecoldair.
Before either of us can make another move, voices echo from a few feet down the road. He drops his hand from my hair just as a group of teenagers round the corner of the park. I step away from him and without speaking, we start walking side by side out ofthepark.
“Like I said,” he remarks, after we’ve gone about a block in silence, “not the kind of talents I can show you inpublic.”
