Dirty Little Secrets (Hillcrest Prep #1.5) - Trilina Pucci Page 0,10

cold metal seat, I swallow hard. He’s not looking at me, but I’m staring at him.

Jackson’s chin is tilted up as he looks to the sky. He pulls the hood of his sweatshirt over his head as a small breeze passes by, and I bite my bottom lip. He’s not cute. He’s hot. I’m turned on by him—by everything on him. The way his Adam’s apple pokes out against his smooth neck, the broadness of his shoulders. Especially the way his hoodie is exposing the tiniest amount of hard stomach as he stretches his arm across the back of the cart.

“It’s something, isn’t it?”

I nod, agreeing with something else entirely. My eyes drag up Jackson’s torso, but this time I’m met by his mismatched eyes.

“Are you checking me out, Pretty?”

“Guilty.”

The air feels heavy, warmer as the breeze blows over us, igniting goose bumps over my skin. I rub my hand up one arm, happy for the darkness so that my blush stays hidden.

“Here. Take this.”

He tugs the hoodie over his head, leaving him in a black T-shirt. As he frees his arms, I stifle a laugh at his wild hair. The sound of a chain jangles against the metal structure as he runs his fingers through the mess, licking his lips before extending the hoodie out to me.

“Thank you,” I whisper.

The moment my hand brushes his, we still, silently drawn in by the touch. Everything goes far away—the world, all the noises, all my thoughts.

It’s only Jackson, me, and my racing heartbeat.

“I wanna kiss you,” he says quietly.

“I want that too.”

His chest rises and falls faster as he scoots closer to the edge of his seat.

“I don’t want to stop.”

“Okay,” I say, hushed.

Holy shit. Jackson’s hand grips my wrist, jerking me forward, the hoodie falling to the ground as he brings me to straddle him. The cart rocks with our movement, grinding our bodies together. He tangles his fingers into my hair, mouth crashing into mine, as I grip his shoulders.

I don’t know why I agreed. This isn’t me. I’m not the girl who has stories like this. But I know I want it. All of it. Right here—under the stars, trespassing on a Ferris wheel.

He pulls back with a rush of air, but I lean forward, chasing his mouth. I take his bottom lip between mine, sucking as I release it. I’ve never kissed like this or been kissed like this. I feel raw, desperate for more. I don’t want to stop, but I can’t catch my breath.

We’re inches apart in torturous wait as I lift my lashes to look into his mismatched eyes. “Wanna fall in love—just for tonight.”

“And tomorrow?” he answers, pulling my hair to lift my chin, tickling his lips gently up my neck.

“Doesn’t matter.” I moan.

Jackson

Her quiet whimpers are divine. I keep one hand weaved through her hair and the other on her ass, guiding her center over my hard dick. Fuck me. This moment is everything I’d hoped it would be.

“Jackson,” she breathes, fingertips pressing hard into my shoulder muscles.

I’m so fucking happy I gave her my real name. Hearing it from her lips, like this—heaven.

“I want to make you feel good.”

My words are spoken against her neck as I kiss my way down the delicate curve to her shoulder. With each drag of her body, I press my dick up, creating the friction she’s hungry for, as her tits rub my chest.

God, I want to do dirty things to her, but if she keeps moving against me like this, I’ll blow my fucking load before I even get to unzip my pants.

My hands come to her waist, stilling the movement as I retake her mouth. Our tongues dance, swirling around, fueling the need growing between us. Her arms wrap around my neck as our heads twist, more determined to devour each other with fevered kisses. She rocks her needy pussy again as a tiny whine escapes her luscious mouth.

“I can’t take it anymore,” I growl, gripping her jeans and pulling at the belt loops, wishing I could rip them the fuck off. I wrap my arms around her waist, encasing her, and pull her tight against my cock, holding us there. Pressed tight, imagining what it would be like to fill her.

“Baby. I want you. Let me have you.”

She’s panting, head back, exposing her long neck. She’s a goddess set with a backdrop of honey-colored curls.

“What can I have? Tell me.”

Her chin tips down, bottom lip between her teeth, eyes locked to mine.

“Touch