Page 14 of Hot Girls Read Book Club

A sight that I could get used to.

“Come on,” I mumble, popping open the door and holding it open for her to step out. She hops down, sliding over so I can close the door beside her.

She lingers there, and I keep my palm pressed to the frame, boxing her in between my body and the truck. Without even realizing it, I find myself leaning closer to her, leveling my eyes with her warm, golden gaze.

I don’t know how long we stay like this, staring at each other, neither one of us wanting to break the spell weaving between us. Her chest rises and falls a little quicker now. My eyes track the movement, and her skin pebbles with goosebumps.

I rake my lower lip between my teeth, warring against the selfish need to close the distance between us. Lily doesn’t deserve the whispers that would follow her if people started talking about us. The second people see her with me, they’ll start lumping her in with my mistakes.

“You gonna walk me to my door, or..?” she asks, giving me a shy, teasing smile. Bouncing up on her toes ever so slightly.

“Eventually.”

“Eventually?” Her lips part ever so slightly.

That’s all it takes for every coherent thought I’ve managed to hold onto tonight to slip through my fingers. To hell with this town and its rumors. The woman standing in front of me has been giving me every sign to kiss her for weeks, and I’m done denying what we both want.

I lean in closer, my nose brushing against hers.

“Tell me to stop,” I whisper, knowing if she asked me to, I would, even if it shredded my insides to pieces.

Her smile trembles as she catches her bottom lip between her teeth and shakes her head. I feel her fingers trail up my stomach, resting on my chest before curling into my T-shirt and pulling me down to her.

That’s all the permission I need.

Relief crashes through me so hard I nearly laugh.

“Thank fuck,” I growl, then my mouth finds hers.

Our first kiss is nothing like I’ve ever experienced before. It’s soft and a little careful, like we’re both learning something we’ve wanted to know for a long time.

Lily kisses me gently, her hand still twisted in the front of my shirt, giving me every chance to pull away. Of course, I don’t. I couldn’t if I tried, she feels too good. Her mouth curves against mine, and something inside my chest gives way. The world narrows to the feel of her skin beneath my hands and the quiet sound she makes when I draw her closer.

Every mile of distance I’ve forced between us over the last few weeks disappears in a heartbeat.

The kiss deepens as careful gives way to hungry. One of my hands slides into her hair, and she melts against me with a sigh that threatens to end me.

I’ve spent weeks telling myself this was a bad idea.

One kiss from Lily is enough to make me forget every reason why. She tastes like coffee and oatmeal raisin cookies, and I decide on the spot that it might be my favorite thing in the world.

Another small sound slips from her mouth into mine, and I groan, pressing a thigh between her legs and tightening a hand at her hip, pulling her even closer to me. Lily starts rolling her hips against me, seeking friction and tangling her fingers into my hair as she finds it.

“Fuck…” I drawl against her neck, kissing and sucking as my length hardens rough against my jeans. Her little moans spur me on as she finds and keeps her rhythm.

Lily’s chest heaves, quick breaths giving way to panting pleas for more. She whispers my name and trembles against me as she uses me to find her release. I kiss her gently through it.

Somehow, she finds the strength to pull away first. We’re both breathing hard. I rest my forehead against hers for a second before she laughs softly. “Wow.”

“Yeah,” is all I manage, reaching down to adjust myself, trying to find a less painful position for my straining length.

She smiles, cheeks pink, and lips perfectly swollen from our kiss. She slips out from beneath my arm. Before I can convince her to stay another minute, she’s backing away toward the apartment building. I stand frozen, dumbfounded, watching her go and feeling like I left half my brain cells somewhere against the side of my truck.

She reaches the entrance and turns. “Hey, Jax!”

I blink. “What?”

“You were supposed to walk me to my door.” Her smile widens, and I stare at her in response. She points at me, then adds, “Looks like you owe me one.”