Free I Heart Geeks by Aria Glazki, Stephanie Kayne, Kristyn F. Brunson, Layla Kelly, Leslie Ann Brown, Bella James, Rae Lori Page A

gasp, or remain perfectly still in anticipation of her.
    She thumbed his nipple, making it peak. He hissed. Then moaned as she did it again.
    “You’re killing me.”
    She smiled. “I know. It’s…fun.”
    He growled, a low rumble that resonated through his chest. His grip on her butt tightened as he picked her up and spun her until her back was against the wall and her legs were wrapped around his lean waist.
    Jack kissed her. Finally. Long, deep, and fully until she couldn’t breathe and no longer wanted to if it meant stopping. Her arms were wound around his neck as she tried to keep him from stopping, using the leverage to grind herself against him. She wanted him. She’d always wanted him and it seemed like he’d still wanted her too. And somewhere deep inside her heart, she felt her dull brittle teen love for Jack strengthen and brighten with each kiss, each breath, and each moment of pleasure.
    Ding.
    “Shit.”
    Willow concurred as she remembered where she was. In an elevator. In a busy hotel. Being all but manhandled against the wall.
    He kissed her once more as he lowered her to the ground. “Act natural,” he whispered.
    Easy for him to say, she thought. He was leaning against the side of the elevator, cool as a cucumber, as the doors slid open and several brightly colored cosplayers joined them.
    They were too engrossed in their debate to pay any attention to her. Thank God. She could barely keep herself upright with the help of the elevator railing. Her entire being seemed liquid like melted ice cream.
    Kissing Jack was better than she remembered—or imagined. He was hot, hard, and definitely more experienced, which made her want to grit her entirely hypocritical teeth. It’s not like she’d been a chaste nun. Admittedly her love life had been rather sparse and sporadic, but—
Who was she kidding?
She was jealous of every unnamed bimbo that walked past him and caught his attention because deep down in that place you hide and lock away all your most foolish, impossible wishes and dreams, Willow still believed she and Jack were soul mates.
    The anime-inspired cosplayers exited five floors later. Their long pastel hair nearly getting caught when the doors closed. Without a word Jack tapped the button for the thirtieth floor where the block of
GoldStar
rooms were located, including hers.
    No one else called the elevator on their way up. When the car stopped, Willow walked passed him toward her room.
    He couldn’t let her go. Not after that kiss.
    “We have to talk.”
    “No, we don’t.”
    “Willow—” he grabbed her wrist “—you can’t just ignore what’s happened.”
    That kiss. That kiss had shifted his world. When she touched him he could feel it all the way to his core. His skin still burned from her touch.
    “And what was that? A mistake? A lapse of judgment?” she asked, falling into an offensive stance with her arms akimbo. “Because that’s what it was! It meant nothing.”
    He growled in frustration, his fingers mussing up his hair even more than she had. She was driving him crazy! How could she deny it? He stalked up to her like a predator fixed on his prey. “You practically had your tongue down my throat and was grinding on me like a stripper on her pole.”
    Her gasp was sharp. That was crude. If his mother had been here he’d be burping soap bubbles for a month.
    He sighed, then raised her hand up to his lips. Brushing a soft kiss to her palm, he hoped that she would know that he was regretful.
    “Sorry, I just…” He sighed again, sounding tired. “We’re not nothing. At least not to me. I know I was stupid, and you have no reason to forgive me for ditching you, but I’d like just one more chance. I need it to prove to you that I was just some stupid, scared kid back then. Instead of running I should’ve snatched you up and never let you go.”
    Tears began to glisten in her dark eyes. “Why’d you leave then? Why’d you avoid me the first time you came home?