Stupidly Hot || Jackie Taylor || No crash AU || Present Time AU ||

Chapter Four || One bed

My fingers pause, hovering near the precipice of an unspoken boundary. Her reaction is unpredictable, her gaze an intoxicating blend of intensity and vulnerability. "Pervert," I whisper.

"Maybe," her voice barely more than a breath, a whisper that holds a world of uncertainty and anticipation. My brows furrow, curiosity bubbling within me, ready to spill forth in words. But before I can utter a single syllable, her actions steal away my voice. Her lips crash against mine, an impulsive collision that ignites a fervor I didn't know existed. For a fleeting moment, the world outside fades into obscurity, leaving only the sensation of her soft, warm lips pressed against mine.

As our kiss ebbs, she gazes up at me, her eyes searching mine for some unspoken understanding. There's an electric tension between us, a palpable energy that thrums in the air. Unable to resist, I pull her even closer, a silent invitation for our lips to reunite. The second kiss is different, a controlled chaos of emotions that surge and swirl, the taste of her mingling with my own. Her arm finds its way around my left side, and the contact sends a shiver racing down my spine, setting every nerve alight.

With an almost magnetic pull, our bodies draw closer, and my hands venture upward beneath the fabric of her shirt. The softness of her skin yields beneath my touch, and a sweet, melodic moan escapes her lips, a harmonious note that dances through the air. Each caress is a brushstroke of desire, tracing a path of longing that spirals between us.

My lips leave hers momentarily, and in a husky whisper, I question, "Do you like it when I touch you like this?" My thumb traces the delicate curve of her jawline, a tender gesture that elicits an almost breathless response from her, "Yeah."

A smile tugs at the corners of my mouth, a reflection of the sensations that course through me. Our lips reconnect, a fusion of desire that intensifies with each passing moment. My hands, explorers on this passionate journey, continue their ascent, tracing lines of fire along her feverish skin. Desire courses through my veins, and with a deliberate, almost teasing motion, my palm brushes against her breast. The sound of her whimper is a symphony in the night, a melody that fuels my own yearning.

She murmurs something, her voice a sultry invitation that sends my imagination spiraling into a realm of endless possibilities. "You can do anything you want to me," she breathes, and the weight of those words hangs in the air, a tantalizing promise that sets my pulse racing. I meet her gaze, my voice a low, smoldering invitation, "I never thought i'd hear you say that, Fuck that's hot."

Her response is a playful smile, a dance of desire that flares anew as our lips meet once again. This time, the kiss is deeper, hungrier, a dance of intertwined tongues that ignites a molten fire deep within. A ragged moan escapes me, a testament to the intoxicating fusion of our beings.

With a slow, deliberate motion, my hand retraces its path, a tantalizing slide down her body until my fingers find the edge of her waistband.

I jolt upright, the abrupt transition from dream to reality disorienting me. Gasping for air, I find myself tangled in the sheets, heart racing, and mind grappling to make sense of the whirlwind of sensations that just played out in my subconscious. My eyes dart around the dimly lit room, taking in the familiar surroundings, the echoes of the dream still clinging to my senses like a haunting melody.

Beside me, Jackie slumbers on, her peaceful countenance a stark contrast to the disarray of emotions coursing through me. I prop myself up on an elbow, my gaze fixed on her as if searching for answers within the tranquil innocence of her repose. The tendrils of the dream refuse to release their grip, and I let out a frustrated breath, raking my fingers through my hair in a futile attempt to dispel the remnants of the dream's grip on my mind.