[chapter eleven]
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A/N: Startin' to get a little naughty. Not for little ones!
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~Jasmine's POV~
He has the softest lips I've ever kissed.
He's so tentative, so gentle, I'm not even sure we're touching at first.
I step forward until we're almost flush against each other, and wrap my arms around him. He responds by twining his arms around me, deepening the kiss between us.
Well, this isn't what I was expecting to be doing tonight.
Not that I'm complaining.
After a few more seconds, he pulls back and looks at me, our eyes almost level with each other.
He looks terrified.
"Jasmine." He whispers. "I didn't mean to … was that … um … "
"You didn't want to kiss me?" I challenge him.
He looks nervous.
"You don't like me?"
He looks pleading.
"You haven't been thinking about this since the minute you met me?"
He looks embarrassed.
"Answer me."
"Jasmine ... " He whispers, his eyes dropping to the floor.
"Well, I have." I say boldly, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck and pulling him forward, my lips meeting his. He immediately wraps me in his arms again, his tongue pushing into my mouth, exploring me, sending shivers down my spine.
What the hell are you doing, Jasmine??
What I've been wanting to do since I met him, I argue with myself.
But it's Jeff Gordon.
Yeah.
It's Jeff. Just Jeff.
But for some reason, I seem to be powerless at the moment, no matter what my brain is arguing.
He breaks the kiss between us again, looking at me for a moment before crushing his lips back against mine, his body pressed against me. A few seconds later, I feel my back slam against the wall of the family room, the blow softened by his hands on my back. He presses against me, pinning me to the wall as he continues to kiss me, his hands on either side of my head, killing any hope of escape from him.
Now this is more like it.
I buck my hips slightly, grinding against him, and he growls deep in his throat in response, his hands roaming up and down my body, his lips wandering over my earlobes, my neck, and oh god … that spot …
I tug his shirt out of his pants, my hands sliding over the smooth skin of his back while he tugs on the hem of my own shirt, his hands caressing my skin. He moans when I rake my fingernails down his back gently, and I moan as he rubs his chest up against my own.
Suddenly, he breaks apart from me, his eyes flashing, his skin flushed. Without a word, he grabs my hand and pulls me towards the master bedroom. I laugh as he hurries down the hall to the room, before grabbing my waist and spinning me around until I'm falling back onto his bed, his body falling beside mine.
I can't help but grin at him, and he beams in return before dropping his head to mine again. We wriggle out of our clothes, pants and shirts and everything else being tossed to the floor, as we continue to kiss and caress and cuddle. His body, his fingers, his lips wander over mine as we tangle the sheets, eliciting cries from one another, and laughing into the darkness.
I'm definitely not going home tonight.