Game Changer by Kelly Jamieson Page 0,53
a cushion under my head. “Amazing, isn’t it?”
“You don’t see stars like this in the city.” Then she swats at her face. “Damn.”
“I thought you sprayed yourself.”
“I did. They’re coming for my face.” She pulls up the hood of her sweatshirt and tightens the drawstring around her face so all I can see is her eyes, nose and mouth.
I can’t help the snort of laughter that bursts from my lips.
“What?” she glares at me.
“You look cute.”
“By cute, you mean stupid. I don’t care.” She too lies back.
She really is adorable.
“Look over there.” I point across the lake. “See that faint glow?”
“Yes.”
“That’s the Northern Lights.”
“That’s kind of disappointing.”
“Just wait. Hopefully it will get better.”
The pale gray haze just above the far shoreline of the lake shimmers and shifts.
“I saw a falling star!” Molly points. “I have to make a wish.”
My heart squeezes and I smile. “What did you wish for?”
“I can’t tell you that! It has to be a secret.”
“Ah.” Then a faint green line appears along one edge of the gray haze. “Look now.”
“Ohhhh.” Molly’s wide-eyed.
The green intensifies, moving and changing shape, so slowly and faintly.
“This is amazing!” Molly whispers to the dark sky.
We lie on the dock and watch as the lights grow bigger and deeper green against the indigo sky.
“It’s like magic,” Molly murmurs.
“Like snow.”
She turns her head and our eyes meet, her face shadowy in the dark. “Yes.”
My hand finds hers and I curl my fingers around it.
We watch the lights change and glow, then Molly shivers. “I’m getting cold.”
“That’s why I brought a sleeping bag. Move off for a sec.”
I pull back the top layer.
She looks from the sleeping bag up to my face, then back down. Then she crawls inside. I join her, tugging up the zipper on my side.
It’s a double sleeping bag but it’s not roomy, so her body is right next to mine. She’s still shivering. I move closer and slide an arm under her cushion. “You need to warm up.”
“Yes,” she whispers, turning into me.
That morning in California, we woke up like this. But now we both know exactly what we’re doing.
We gaze up at the sky, the entire circumference of the lake ringed with shimmering blues, greens and white.
“Don’t you wish you were taking pictures of this?” she asks softly.
“Sort of. But it would take a lot of work. I’d need a tripod. And then…I wouldn’t be holding you.”
I feel the change in her, the vibration, her body very still. Then she moves her head to look at me. “Jax?”
“Yeah?” I tuck a strand of hair under her goofy-looking hood.
“I like you holding me.”
My body explodes with heat, every nerve ending on alert. Fire burns beneath my skin.
“I want to kiss you, Molly.” Now I touch my fingertip to her mouth.
Her eyes are big and shiny. I wait, giving her a chance to object. But her lips part and she whispers, “Do it.”
A groan rumbles up from my chest. I lean in and brush my mouth over hers. Softly. Once, Twice. The third time I linger, opening my mouth on hers. She responds immediately, a small whimper in her throat. I lick over her bottom lip, then inside as I deepen the kiss. Her tongue slides against mine, tasting of red wine and sweet woman.
God. God. We’re doing this. Fucking finally.
In the back of my brain I know it’s a bad idea. I know the problems this could cause. But I can’t stop.
Her hand slides to my chest, rests there, then glides up until her fingertips brush my bare neck. My entire body goes electric, humming and tingling, my dick hardening. I cup her cheek so gently,
We move together out of pure instinct, turning into each other so we’re pressed together at our mouths, chests, groins, our legs tangling. My hands roam over her. I want to feel her everywhere so goddamn bad, but she’s wearing a lot of thick clothing. Still, I skate a hand over the indentation of her waist, the arch of her back, the curve of her ass. My hand lingers there, squeezing, pulling her tighter. She feels so fucking good against my throbbing dick, and yet not good enough.
She whimpers and moans as our mouths suck and lick at each other, hotter, wetter, lust building inside both of us. We’re making out and petting over our clothes like teenagers, until I slide my hand up under her hoodie to feel skin, sleek and hot. I stroke up and down her back, tracing the delicate bumps