"You are beautiful, Jen. Then and now." I reached out and traced a finger along her jaw, wanting to kiss her. "And Peter Hall wasn't the only one who had a crush on you."
She raised her head, her eyes meeting mine.
"Do you remember that we kissed that night?" I asked.
She nodded. "I remember."
I leaned forward, drawn to her by some magical, magnetic pull. My voice was low, my lips inches from hers, and I practically breathed the words into her. "I want to kiss you now, Jen."
She started to speak as I slipped my hand around the back of her neck, but she didn't tell me to stop. "Think I'm...um, ready for that whiskey now. We should make a salute...salute to...um, to Peter … ."
The sentence ended when my mouth found hers, and I pulled her into the steamiest, cock-skyrocketing kiss ever. Fuck, I wanted her bad. She tasted so good, better than that night at Banner pits when I'd barely gotten a hint of what it would be like. Better than any woman between then and now.
Her lips were parted, and I made sure they didn't close. All of my senses were hyperfocused on her, probing her mouth with my tongue, and sucking that lush lower lip into my mouth. After the initial surprise, she met my advances full on, twisting and deepening each kiss, running her tongue across my teeth in a sexy move that sent bolts of lightening straight to my excited cock.
Tangling both hands in her hair, I pulled her onto me, and we fell back together, gulping in air between searing kisses. My eyes rolled back in pleasure, my lips on high alert, and I was flooded with sensations from her delicious kisses and the rubbing of my hard cock against her body. I was lost, falling into a whirlwind of everything I'd imagined I'd feel kissing her again. I didn't want any of it to stop. Just about the time that thought popped into my head, Jen planted her hands on my chest and pushed herself off me.
What the fuck?
It took a second for everything to register through the fog of lust that enveloped me. I opened my eyes to see Jen sitting back on her heels, one hand to her mouth, the other pushing her hair back behind her ear. It was a strange pose. The sort someone made when they suddenly realized they'd made a mistake.
Damnit.
I was breathless, a titanium cock bulging in my pants, practically ripping the fabric of my jeans, or it sure as hell felt like it. If I wasn't worried about the imminent prospect of blue balls I would've immediately asked what was wrong. She'd jumped off me like I was made of fire. Did she believe she'd made a mistake coming here alone with me, and kissing me? She hadn't mentioned a boyfriend or anyone like that. And she didn't seem like she was mad about Charlie and I dating.
Fuck.
It was my fucking life. That had to be it. The drug business, the Saints. Or both. Probably both. Shit. She must've caught wind of the local gossip about me and the Club.
I hated my life. Nothing but a crap carnival with shit for prizes, but I refused to fuck this one up. I had to make it right.
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