and splashing onto me.
I was touching Jared and he was touching me. I had no urge to run or pull away. Instead, I wanted to stay there, cradled in his protective embrace.
Feeling bold, I stood on my tiptoes, my hands moving from his chest to the back of his neck. I tugged lightly on his hair and he growled, low and sexy.
Desire pooled in my belly.
With Jared, I was a goner.
I wanted to kiss him.
Oh God, did I ever.
So, I did.
When my lips touched his, an inferno consumed us both.
He gripped my hips tightly in his hands, pulling me so that our bodies were completely flush.
He bent me back, deepening the kiss, and I moaned. My fingers tightened around his neck as I held on for dear life. I felt like I was on the scariest, most exhilarating, roller coaster of my life.
I never wanted to get off.
I started to feel weak in the knees. Sensing this, Jared lifted me up, never breaking the kiss, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.
With another growl, he turned, so that I was now the one pinned to the car.
He braced his hands against the car windows, as I clung to him.
The rain pelted our faces, intermingling with our kiss, but it only made it sweeter.
Jared’s hands slipped from the window with a squeak and he placed them gently on my rib cage, just under my breasts. The close proximity of his hands to my breasts caused panic to set in, but I brushed it away. I knew Jared would never try to do anything I wasn’t ready for. Besides, I kissed him first and then climbed him like he was a damn tree.
He pulled his lips away from mine, his chest rising and falling more rapidly than I’d ever seen it. He’d never breathed this heavy when fighting.
He brushed my wet hair back and bent his forehead to touch mine.
“That was the hottest first kiss, ever,” he said, huskily.
I laughed, my hands going to his cheeks where his stubble brushed against the sensitive skin of my palms.
“I don’t know what came over me,” I said and as I did, our lips brushed together again.
Jared pecked my lips and said, “I don’t know either, but whatever it was, was hot.”
“I practically mauled you,” I laughed, still clinging to him, my back against his car.
He brushed his thumb over my cheek and then moved his hand back to cup my neck. “I loved it.” His eyes flickered down to my lips. “You can maul me anytime, kitten.”
His eyes met mine again and I was consumed by the love I saw there. It was so pure.
“I want to kiss you again,” I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Then do it. Baby, I’m yours to do with as you please,” he grinned crookedly.
I kissed him, affectively hiding that grin.
I licked his bottom lip before giving it a light bite. He gasped in surprise and nearly dropped me.
“Woman, you’re going to be the end of me,” he murmured. “But –oh- what a happy end it will be,” he nuzzled my neck. “I love you, so much. You know that, right?” he asked, pressing his lips against the sensitive skin of my neck.
“I know,” I gasped, just before his lips found mine again.
Jared’s kisses were seductive. He knew what he was doing and I was happy to let him control this one.
His hands slid down my ribs, to my hips. His fingers grazed my bare skin where my shirt had ridden up. I gasped.
“Sorry,” he said, moving his hands back up and gripping my shirt.
“It’s okay,” I said, kissing him back.
Why had I been so afraid of kissing Jared? His lips were addicting.
I felt his tongue against my lips and opened my mouth in an automatic response. I moaned.
Wanting more.
Needing more.
Jared.
He pulled back and looked away. A muscle in his jaw jumped.
“I have to stop,” he breathed.
“Why?” my voice was all husky and didn’t sound at all normal. Jared had stolen my breath.
“Because if I don’t,” he looked back at me, “I’ll end up doing something I regret. I don’t want to push you too far, too fast, Katy. But God, your lips,” he looked up at the sky that was still showering rain down us. “Your lips are addicting,” he tugged on my bottom lip.
Hadn’t I just thought the same thing about him?
“Shit!” he exclaimed suddenly, letting my legs fall to the ground. He kept his hands on my hips but I swayed unsteadily anyway.
“What?”