I grinned. “I mean, positive answer. But you might have to be a bit more specif—”
His lips crashed against mine and I slid my fingers through his hair. He tasted like metal and blood and sweat. The grass from the football field wafted up my nose as he tightened me against him. I felt his chest heaving, gasping for the air I robbed him of. And while I knew I needed to still be mad at him, I wasn’t. I should have still been mad at him, but I couldn't be. He was an ass, yes. He had been an ass today, and he’d be an ass tomorrow. Starting a damn fight like that.
But…
“Oh, Rae,” he growled.
Our lips kept connecting, cutting off our words. I wanted to taste more of him. Feel more of him. His tongue felt like silk and his body ignited an electrical storm in my mind. I couldn't think. Couldn't breathe. Couldn’t process anything else other than the feel of his lips.
Which felt fantastic.
All at once, he whipped me around. My back lay against the couch cushions, my legs spreading to accommodate him. He fell against me, like a weighted blanket, comforting me as his hands explored what they wanted. He sucked on my lower lip and I arched into him, feeling fire rush through my veins as my legs began trembling. I slid his leather jacket away from his shoulders, not wanting any layers separating us any longer.
Even though I was still upset with him.
His words were punctuated with kisses. “I. Choose. You.”
I sighed. “Say it again.”
“I. Choose. You. Rae.”
I moaned as his lips fell to my breasts. The way he stripped me of my clothes seemed effortless. The way our clothes mingled on the floor was like a song to our ever-uniting bodies. The warmth of his skin made me shiver. The heat of his tongue iced me over. I slid my hands down his back, feeling the pebbled muscles underneath his taut skin rolling for me as he sank in between my legs again. Our bodies clad in nothing.
Except one another.
He grinned. “And here I thought you hated my guts.”
I scoffed. “Oh, don’t get me wrong. I still hate your guts.”
“Uh huh.”
“I really do. You’re a dick who pulled a dick move today. I hope you know that.”
He nodded slowly. “I do. And you should hate me. You should always hate the kind of person I am.”
“Now, get back down here and let me taste you again.”
That cheeky little grin crawled across his face as I fisted his hair. I brought him back down to me, allowing his tongue to fill my mouth. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him close, rolling my hips against him and feeling him growing against me. His hands ran over my waist, massaging my hips, exploring my thighs, cupping my breasts. I rolled us off the couch as my giggles filled the back of his throat. He held on tightly to me, catching me as I fell on top of him. And with a grunt, I straddled him. Placed my hands against his chest and leaned up to get a good look at him.
I smiled. “Wouldn't hurt so much if you hadn’t gotten your ass beat.”
He shot up, wrapping his arms around me. “You should see the other guys.”
“Guys, huh? Sounds hot.”
“You into that sort of thing?”
“Guess you’ll never know.”
He smiled before our lips collided again, only this time his hand slid through my hair. He pulled my head back, exposing my neck as he kissed down my skin. His teeth raked along my pulse point. I felt myself warming for him. Wetting for him. Ready for him. I whimpered as he kissed down the valley of my breasts, making his way to the pert peaks before he stopped.
I panted. “Clint.”
He cupped the back of my head, slowly raising my head up until our eyes connected.
I paused. “What is it?”
His thumb smoothed along the tendrils of my hair. “You mean a lot to me.”