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

Chapter Fifteen || Feeling Her

As I pull away slightly, the world around us seems to blur into insignificance, leaving only her and me in this charged moment. Our gazes lock, and the anticipation crackles in the air like electricity. The touch of her lips against mine is a sweet torment, a culmination of desires that have been building for what feels like an eternity. Is this reality, or am I lost in a dream where all my wishes have come true?

Responding to her kiss, I feel an exhilarating rush that's both familiar and new. Her leg drapes over my thighs, and a surge of heat courses through my veins, a fire stoked by her tantalizing closeness. A soft, involuntary moan escapes my lips, an unspoken confession of the pleasure her touch brings. The sensation is dizzying, overwhelming, and I'm left craving more.

The intensity of our connection deepens as she kisses me with an urgency that mirrors my own. With each press of her lips, the world fades away, and it's just her and the intoxicating dance we're engaged in. Her body moves against mine in a slow, deliberate rhythm that sends shockwaves of need through me. It's as if every nerve ending is ablaze with desire, and I can't get enough of her.

As the heat between us escalates, she breaks our kiss for a moment, her eyes locking onto mine as she sheds her jacket and then her shirt. The sight of her bare skin is a breathtaking revelation, a masterpiece that I'm privileged to witness. My gaze traces the curve of her breasts, the elegant slope of her shoulders, and the delicate arc of her collarbone. It's a moment of vulnerability and intimacy that takes my breath away.

My heart races as I take in her beauty, and I'm drawn back to her lips with an intensity that's impossible to resist. Our kiss is a fusion of longing and passion, a meeting of souls that transcends the physical realm. Every touch, every taste, is a symphony of emotions that crescendos within me, drowning out all rational thought.

A surge of desire courses through me, and with an almost primal instinct, I stand up, lifting her effortlessly into my arms. Her legs encircle me, and I carry her to the top of the bed, a place where the boundaries between reality and fantasy blur into insignificance. Gently laying her down, I remain captivated by the way her eyes hold mine, a silent promise of what's to come.

As I hover above her, time seems to stand still. The room is charged with an electric energy, and the anticipation is almost palpable. The heat of her body beneath me, the raggedness of our breaths, it's a sensory overload that leaves me trembling with need. In this intimate space, our desires intertwine, and all that matters is the connection we share, the unspoken understanding that has brought us to this exhilarating precipice.

In that charged moment, I hover above her, the connection between us growing stronger with every kiss we share. Our lips meld together in a dance of desire, and I'm lost in the sensation, the taste of her lips a heady concoction that ignites a passionate fire within me. As our mouths mold together, I feel the need to pull away, to catch a breath and savor the intensity that courses through us.

Her hands move toward her jeans, a subtle indication of her intentions, but I gently intercept her, my voice a mixture of concern and longing. "Don't you want to save this moment for someone special?" The words escape my lips, and I can't help but wonder about the significance of this choice, of whether we're on the brink of something unforgettable or if we're merely lost in the heat of the moment.

A raw honesty colors her response, and I'm left momentarily speechless. The revelation that the person she had been reserving this moment for has betrayed her trust adds a layer of complexity to the situation. My heart aches for her, a mixture of empathy and a newfound determination to make this experience meaningful for her. "The person I was saving it for is secretly fucking my best friend, and plus I haven't been able to kiss him without thinking of you," she confesses, her words a testament to the tangled web of emotions she's navigating.