Finding Love

Chapter 37

Becca's POV

I tighten my grip on his face, and AJ groans against my lips as I kiss him harder.

His hands on my hips tighten in response, and he pulls me impossibly closer.

I reluctantly pull away for breath, despite how much I hate the idea of putting space between us.

I take a big breath, while AJ doesn't seem to need it as his mouth is on my neck, kissing my skin on the spot he knows feels amazing.

I groan a bit from the feeling, my heart racing in my chest as I stare up at the ceiling of the car, that's a mere few inches away from my head.

"Work.." I whisper.

He hums against my skin. "You," He whispers in response.

I groan, my hands slipping into his hair to pull his head away from my neck, just so I can reconnect our lips.

I was just meant to be dropping him to work.

I stayed over last night- so did Alora. We had a bit of a movie night and ended up crashing there.

This morning, I said I'd drop him to work on my way home.

And a goodbye kiss turned into...

I pull away again, and AJ takes a breath. "Fuck..." He whispers, leaning his head back on the headrest of the seat.

We stare at each other for a minute, the sounds of our heavy breathing filling the silence.

His hair is a mess, I notice.

Mainly my fault. Not entirely though. He likes it when I tug on his hair, hence why I have to keep doing it.

Technically, it's his fault.

I fix it regardless, and he lets out a small laugh as he watches me.

I turn my body, glancing at the clock in my car. "Your shift started...one minute ago" I state, turning back and shooting him a look.

He hums, and his hands on my hips slowly slide up my back, before he pulls me closer, pressing our chests together.

Putting our faces closer.

"Clocks two minutes fast" He whispers, reminding me.

I stare at him, my lips slowly spreading into a small smile. He hums. "Meaning..." His lips brush mine.

We have one whole minute.

I laugh, cupping the side of his face before pressing my lips to his once again.

With one arm still wrapped around my lower back, keeping our chests glued, his other hand grips the back of my neck as if ensuring I don't pull away.

I groan slightly against his lips, and he swallows the sound and kisses me even harder.

It's messy. Both of us fighting for the upper hand.

But it's also so fucking hot.

With one hand holding his face, my other hand slips into his hair.

I tug on his hair and the movement catches him off guard. He lets out a groan, and I take advantage of his slightly distracted and take control of the kiss.

Winning.

I pull away, my lips spreading into a satisfied smile while he just rolls his eyes.

We don't pull apart.

His hand is still on the back of my neck, and his thumb gently caresses my skin.

I keep my hand in his hair, gently combing through it.