The Raven Four Books 1-3 - Jessica Sorensen Page 0,113
shirt riding up just enough that my palms graze his flesh. Skin-to-skin contact, there it is again. And it’s still as wonderfully terrifying as the first time it happened. Hunter must think so too because he shivers then deepens the kiss, his hand finding the bottom of my shirt and sliding up my side, his skin searing hot. Luckily, it’s the side that’s not scared or else pain and memories might have managed to burn through the drugs. But I wonder if it’s the drugs that’s making me okay with him touching me like this. Would I do it completely coherent? Who the hell knows since I’ve never made out with anyone before.
“I can stop if you want,” he whispers against my lips. When I don’t say anything, he leans back and searches my eyes. “You seem like you’re not enjoying it… I should stop… right?”
“No… It’s not that… I just don’t know what I’m doing,” I admit then want to kick my own ass.
Jesus, Raven, you sound like an idiot.
“You’re doing fine,” he assures me, stroking his fingers along my flesh. “Just try to relax more.” His fingers skim up and down my side again as he leans in. “Relax,” he whispers right before his lips touch mine.
I try to do what he says and chill the hell out. The more he strokes my side, the easier that is to do, which is weird. I barely know him and from what I do know, I should be freaking the hell out. Yet, I start to calm down enough to try to kiss him back. When my tongue touches his, he lets out a soft moan, his fingers splaying across my stomach. Then his hips grind against mine. Another groan from him, so I grind my hips against his. He lets out a shaky breath. I don’t know why, but I like the noise.
“Good God, you’re going to fucking kill me, aren’t you?” he murmurs.
A snarky comeback tickles at my tongue, but he smothers it with another kiss, his tongue tangling with mine in an out of control kiss, his hands wandering up and down my sides, his hips moving with against mine.
Holy shit. My mind can barely process what’s happening. Maybe if I could, I’d stop it. Maybe I’d remind myself why I’m cautious around people. Maybe I’d remind myself that I don’t deserve to enjoy stuff.
I almost pull back as doubts creep through the haze in my mind, but then someone clears their throat and Hunter’s pulling away.
“Fuuuck,” he mutters under his breath.
He meets my gaze for a split second, and I spot the hint of worry in his eyes. Then he’s pushing off me and sitting up. I follow, smoothing my hands over my hair and tracking Hunter’s gaze to the door, which is now open. And Jax and Zay are standing in the doorway.
As usual, Jax looks completely indifferent with his arms crossed as he leans against the doorframe. Zay, on the other hand, is shaking his head
“One fucking hour,” Zay growls to Hunter with his fingers curled into fists. “That’s how long it took you to break the rules.”
“Actually, we set that rule last night,” Hunter points out, folding his arms across his chest. “We just reiterated it to Raven an hour ago.”
“Fine, then it took her one fucking hour.” Zay’s dark gaze shifts to me, so intense, so full of anger.
“If it makes you feel any better, that’s not a record for me.” My mouth moves on it’s own accord—apparently I’m still riding my high. “When I was in third grade, my teacher gave us a list of rules on how to take care of our class pet bird. One of the rules was we weren’t supposed to open the cage door because it would fly away. And like one minute later, I opened the door, and it flew out the window. But in my defense, I was trying to free it… I thought it seemed sad in the cage. But I was really into animals being free back then… Still kind of am…” I press my lips together, realizing I’m rambling and that they’ve all gone quiet.
I feel like an idiot until Hunter smiles at me, his lips parting. But before he can say anything, Jax speaks first.
“In the office. Now,” he tells Hunter and Zay then turns and walks out, like he just expects them to obey.
And Hunter does, getting up to leave. Right before he walks out, he glances over his