Page 7 of Forbidden Heart

“That’s not—”

“Kiss me!”

His order makes me forget my inhibitions, and I press my lips against his. Heat explodes between us. JJ’s lips are soft yet strong, and he lets me take the lead.

My fingers thread into his plaid shirt, as if of their own accord. I tug JJ closer, even as I move my lips against his. He responds instantly, kissing me back, but he doesn’t deepen the kiss.

“Please,” I whimper, wanting more. Needing more. More than just this torturous touching of lips.

“Take what you want, Roonie,” JJ tells me. “Take whatever you want.”

With a moan, I twine my fingers through his reddish-brown hair and tug his lips closer to mine. JJ groans into my mouth, which only increases my desire for more. It suddenly feels like there’s too much space between us, and I press my body flush against his.

JJ’s chest is all muscle. I run my hands up and down his strong biceps, but it’s not enough. I slide my fingers underneath the hem of his shirt and trail my fingers along his scalding hot skin. I feel every hard ridge of his six-pack abs beneath my fingers, and moan against his lips.

“Are you going to take it off?” JJ asks in between kisses.

“What?” I flush. For a second, I think he wants me to strip, but then I realize JJ’s talking about his shirt.

“We don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with,” he says, suddenly serious. “If you want to stop, we stop.”

“No.” I shake my head and realize how that sounds. “I mean, yes. I mean, I don’t want to stop.”

I tug at the hem of his shirt, but JJ puts his hands on mine, stopping me.

“Buttons,” he whispers, his breath caressing my lips. “Here.”

He places my hands on the top button. They shake as I try to get it through the hoop. My breath comes out in pants, and JJ’s matches mine.

I kiss him the whole time I struggle to remove the shirt.

One button.

Two.

Three.

I slip my hands into his shirt, but they barely graze his pecs before someone knocks on the front door.

I jump back as if I were scalded.

What if it’s Charles or Tate? What if they see us like this? What if they hate me?

JJ may not care that I kissed his roommates, but they’ll care that I kissed JJ!

JJ, whose eyes are traveling down my body slowly, still burning with desire. My body reacts instantly, despite the waves of guilt surging through me.

There’s a second knock, this one more insistent.

“I’ll get it,” JJ mutters, heading toward the door.

“Your shirt,” I cry, rushing after him. It’s still unbuttoned. His hair is mussed. One look at him and Tate and Charles will know exactly what we were up to.

“I got it.” JJ does up one button—not nearly enough to hide his bare chest—and opens the door.

“Hi. Is Roonie here?” a familiar voice greets him.

JJ steps aside and reveals a smiling Angela. She’s in her Stillwater uniform, holding a massage table in one hand and a bag of oils and other supplies in the other.