Page 11 of Kiss Marry Kill
Again they were on display and again her obtuse guy refused to kiss her. She’d elbowed him, but he was too busy typing into his phone to pay her any mind. She looked downright crestfallen and embarrassed in front of a maxed-out stadium, slouched down hiding her eyes with her baseball cap.
Jax didn’t know what came over him in the moment but something definitely did. It was probably his fly-by-the-seat-of-his-pants character or maybe the fact that she didn’t deserve to be humiliated. No girl did. Especially not this girl.
He tapped her on the shoulder.
She turned, her eyes full of unshed tears.
From his peripheral vision he could see she was still spotlighted on the jumbotron.
He was moments away from doing something bold and inappropriate. And those big sad brown eyes, glossy downturned lips, and pink cheeks fueled him.
Without hesitation he cupped her face and moved in for a kiss.
It was supposed to be an attempt to piss off her boyfriend, or perhaps a way to counteract her humiliation. Spin things around and make her look like a desirable woman instead of some sort of scorned victim.
But something else happened.
Fuck.
Was that strawberry lip gloss or did the woman taste like fucking strawberries?
Jax brushed his lips over hers softly before deepening the daring peck into something more.
More intimate.
More meaningful.
And so very sensual.
She gasped, her breath a soft hitch in the back of her throat, which quickly turned into some sort of needy moan that made him instantly harden. She could’ve pulled away, she should’ve slapped him. But she didn’t do any of those things. Instead, as the crowd cheered them on and her boyfriend yelled at them, her hand fisted his shirt and she pulled him to her, her nails digging into his skin.
And if the entire scene wasn’t erotic enough, this woman, the woman who’d just been rejected on national television, slipped her tongue into his mouth. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he’d thought she wouldn’t reciprocate but that wasn’t the case. Not at all. She was the one taking control now. It shocked him so much that he pulled away slightly, searched her face before going in for more.
Because he needed more.
He needed everything.
In reality it was probably only thirty seconds, but it felt as if they were suspended in time. The entire crowd disappeared and it was just two people having the best first kiss in the history of kisses.
“Want to get out of here?” he whispered in her ear when they finally pulled away. He could hear the way his own hoarse voice shook. If she had said no . . . he was likely to have carried her out of the stadium caveman style. Because he had just had a tiny taste and he needed more. But she looked into his eyes, then up at the stadium for a brief moment before smiling, confidently.
That was all the assurance he needed.
Lacing his fingers with hers, and without looking back, they ran out of the packed arena laughing and breathless, faintly hearing the boyfriend yelling for her. Once they were out of the stadium she let go of his hand and bent over, hands on her knees to catch her breath. “I can’t believe that just happened,” she said, still giggling.
“Which part? The asshole ignoring you or running out of there?”
“The kissing you part, mostly,” she said, still a little breathless, the hot summer sun beaming down on them and the hum from the cheering crowd behind them. “But all of it. That’s not like me. At all. Oh God, it felt so good.”
He smiled, feeling ten feet tall. “It’s not? You don’t go around kissing random strangers at a baseball game? And my kisses usually feel good. You’re welcome,” he winked.
“I was talking more about the fact that I did something so crazy. But the kiss was good too. Oh, and I go around kissing random guys all the time. Especially next to my boyfriend of two years. How’d you know?” She was beaming and extended her hands and spun around while laughing. “This is so wild!”
She was so damn cute. Her baseball cap falling off mid-spin but that didn’t stop her. The kiss was phenomenal and so was the “great escape,” but the way she was acting . . . it made him think there was something deeper than what had just happened. And he wanted to know what that something was. But he especially wanted to know why she’d stayed with that dickhead for so long. Jax had kind of imagined they were on their first and last date, not in a long-term relationship.
“Two years.” He scrunched his face. “Don’t really know you, but seems like that’s two years too long to be with a guy who doesn’t want to kiss you all the time. Because I gotta say, I’ve just had a small taste and I want to kiss some more. A lot more.”
Her face turned a sweet shade of pink and she looked down at the foam finger she held. Yep, she was just getting cuter by the minute. But he preferred her happy and spinning around to shy and embarrassed. He’d seen her shy and embarrassed already. Hell, the entire stadium had seen that. He wanted to wipe that image out of his brain—and hers.
