When she hesitates, my posture slackens, and all hope is lost. This was my chance, and I blew it. Now, it can never happen again.
She clears her throat, her words crackling. “What about Crew?”
“He told me to give it my best shot. Probably didn’t think I’d actually do it. But here I am.” I swallow hard. “So again…tell me to kiss you, Scar.”
Scar sweeps her fingers through my messy hair. “Okay, then. Kiss me.”
My eyebrows hit my forehead. “Really?”
She nods, her beautiful mouth lifted at the corners. “If you don’t, I’ll kiss you.” Before I can react, she grabs my face, pulling my lips to hers.
It’s raw and natural, like we’ve done it a thousand times. Our tongues tangle together, and if I wasn’t certain before, I am now. I’m crazy about this girl.
My fingertips graze softly against her cheeks and her hands move to my waist, holding me in place. I move one hand to her hip, sliding it beneath all the layers in search of her soft skin. When flesh meets flesh, I growl into her mouth. “Fuck, Scar. You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this.”
I fall into her, my chest heaving against hers. Letting her go, I press my hands to either side of the door, my fingers getting tangled in webs of ivy. Her head rests back, eyes closed, and I trail my lips down her neck, sucking and kissing.
I draw in a deep breath, inhaling her. The scent of her hair, paired with a crisp, woodsy aroma, floods my senses and my entire body fills with heat. This time, I’m certain the hot whiskey has nothing to do with the flames dancing in my stomach.
“We should go inside.” She hums into my mouth. “What if…”
Her words trail off, but I know what she’s thinking.What if someone sees us?She might not regret what’s happening, and she knows Crew’s aware of our situation, but there has to be a part of her that feels uneasy about us in the public eye. Not that there is any foot traffic out here, anyway. We’re all alone, but to appease her, I cup her ass and lift her up. Her legs wrap around my waist, and I already miss the taste of her tongue on mine.
Holding her up with one arm, I reach into my coat pocket, pulling out my keys. When her mouth finds my neck, and she peppers it with kisses, I’m tempted to throw her down and take her on this blanket of snow.
Once I’ve got the door unlocked, I kick it wide open and carry her inside.
ChapterEleven
SCAR
Don’t overthink this,Scar.
It’s been a long time coming. I know it. Jagger knows it. And most importantly, Crew knows it. He said to tell him if anything changes between me and Jagger, and I will tell him. I’ll tell him everything.
The salty taste of Jagger’s skin wets my lips while the aroma of clove and his cologne invade my nostrils. Heat rolls off his body, warming every inch of mine. I hold him tight, not wanting to let go because I fear I’ll never have him in my arms again.
Everything about this is wrong, but God, it feels so right. The moment Jagger’s mouth met mine, I came alive. I’m alive with Crew, but it’s different with Jagger. My connection with both of them is equal, yet still, so different.
Jagger gives a swift kick at the door and it slams shut. I break away from his neck, already missing his taste when I ask, “Should we lock it?”
Like a crazed beast, he growls. “No one’s coming.”
My back hits the brick wall of the tunnel, my legs still snug around his waist. Jagger grumbles into the crease of my neck, “I need you. Now.” His voice is raspy and hungry and I want more than anything for him to feast on me.
“Take me. Devour me. I’m yours.”
He pulls back, eyes beaming into mine with a bleak expression that tells me he doesn’t believe me. “You mean that?”
“Right now. Yes.”
It’s like something shifts inside him and aggression takes hold. “Then I’m going to savor every fucking second of it.”
Yes. Please do.I’ve wanted for this for so long. For years, I’ve wondered where Jagger’s feelings stood with me. After every secret date at the treehouse—every shared kiss—I was certain he was falling for me. Then the treehouse was gone, and so was he. Not in the real sense, but emotionally, he checked out. Eventually, I did the same. There was no sense in holding on to someone when they already let go.
Now here we are. Back where we started.
Jagger drops his hands from my hips and my feet land on solid ground. The zipper of my coat flies down and he peels back the shoulders. Panting with each breath, I pull my arms out.