Underneath My Skin

Ch. 6

I immediately respond to the kiss by gripping his upper arms firmly. His hands move down to my ass and he grips it firmly making me gasp. He takes the opportunity to slide his skillful tongue into my mouth. The temperature in the room has risen at least ten degrees.

He pulls my bottom lip between his teeth slowly making me moan. My groin starts to throb, pulsating at a fast pace. My hands move down to the hem his shirt. I push it up his stomach. He pulls away from me, and takes his shirt off. My eyes rake down his toned tatted chest and stomach.

He presses his lips on the corner of my mouth, making me groan in anticipation. He starts trailing kisses along my jawline, then down to my neck. I close my eyes. The last man that kissed me like this was Jackson.

*FLASHBACK*

"Are you nervous?" Jackson asks.

"No," I lie and he chuckles.

"Come on then."

I take a deep breath and follow him into the large beach house. I can not believe I let Jackson talk me into coming to this party. He basically forced me to come because he thought it was sad that its the summer before senior year and I've never been to a party. So here I am with Jackson at Jerome Rogers, the school quarter backs's house.

When we walk into the living room, its packed. There's at least seventy people in here. I follow Jackson to the kitchen and he makes us both a drink. When he's finished he hands me a red cup. I sigh and take a sip of the yellow liquid, which is beer i'm assuming.

"That's disgusting," I gag.

Jackson chuckles and takes a few sips of his drink. I look at the way his full lips wrap around the rim of the cup. I look away quickly and stare at the ground. What is wrong with me?

"I'll be right back." Jackson says.

I nod and he walks out of the kitchen. I stand by myself like an idiot for at least ten minutes. Did he really just ditch me at my first party? What an asshole.

I pour my drink out and throw the cup away. All of the sudden i'm knocked off of my feet by a great force. I look up and Jerome Rogers is starring down at me with wide eyes.

"Oh shit. Briella I'm sorry I didn't mean-"

"Its fine," I cut him off.

He stretches out an arm, I take it, and he helps me up. I never really paid attention to Jerome's looks. But, now that I am, he's actually really attractive. He has milk chocolate skin, shoulder length dreads held back by an elastic head band, honey colored eyes, straight white teeth, full lips, and a strong build. I have to force myself not to swoon. He notices me checking him out and he smirks.

"How have you been?" He asks.

Jerome and I have had classes together sense freshman year. He's always been nice to me, and would always make conversation with me. Even when I go to football games he manages to tell me hey. We've never really been friends, just friendly.

"Good. You ready for senior year?"

He smiles. "Hell yes."

I smile. "Do you know where Jackson is?"

Some sort of emotion flashes in his eyes, but it quickly fades. "Nah, but i'll help you find him."

He grabs my hand and leads me into the over crowded living room. We push past body after body after body until Jerome pulls me into a corner.