Jack Hammer by Tabatha Vargo, Melissa Andrea Read Free Book Online Page B

through the cracked walls. The place looked haunted and long forgotten, but even I knew a chain on the door meant stay out.
    She moved closer to me, looking up at me from under thick, dark lashes, and breathing became difficult.
    “What do you think about?”
    I shrugged. “Different things.”
    I shoved my hands in my pockets and lifted my shoulders. I wasn’t used to talking about personal things with anyone—not even my parents. They loved me and they wanted the best for me, but I don’t think they thought I was capable of taking anything seriously.
    I could feel Chelsey watching me out of the corner of my eye, and I was curious as hell to know what she was thinking. I wanted to know what she saw when she looked at me. I never wanted to mean something to someone so badly in my life. Her opinion of me mattered.
    I couldn’t explain it, but she was different—she was wise beyond our years. The way she looked at me made me feel like she could see the part of me I never let anyone else see.
    “Didn’t your mother tell you it’s not polite to stare?” I grinned over at her, and her eyes moved away from my face like she wasn’t staring at me.
    She nervously worried her bottom lip making me want to lick where her teeth were digging. Then she turned back to me and lifted her brow with a smirk.
    “Didn’t your mom tell you it’s illegal to break and enter?” she countered.
    Perfection.
    That’s what she was. I’d never met anyone like her. So smart. So sweet.
    The urge to pull her to me and kiss her was taking over. I moved closer and reached out for her hand. She didn’t pull away as I softly plucked at each of her fingers.
    “Chelsey,” I whispered her name into the glowing space around us.
    She swallowed her nerves, her throat working up and down and begging to be kissed. “Yeah?”
    “I want to kiss you again.”
    Again, she nibbled her bottom lip and I had to hold back the growl that was working its way up my throat.
    “You do?” she asked.
    I nodded and moved even closer. “But I figured I should probably ask first this time considering your reaction that last time.”
    I watched her expression hoping she wanted to kiss me again, too. She looked up at me through her thick lashes and her big, brown eyes gave me my answer, but I needed to hear her say it.
    “Was that you asking?” she asked.
    “No, this is me asking.”
    I moved in closer, my chest brushing hers. She took a step back, pressing herself into the wall of books behind her. I leaned into her, closing my eyes and leaning my forehead against hers. Her heartbeat banged against my own chest, and her sweet breath rushed against my lips.
    “Can I kiss you, Chelsey?”
    She leaned back and swallowed hard before she nodded her answer.
    “I need to hear you say yes, Little Doe.”
    She surprised me when she whispered, “Kiss me, Blaine.”
    I wasn’t about to wait for her to change her mind. I cupped her flushed cheeks, lifting her head until my lips found hers.
    She sighed, melting against me, and the soft growl that formed in the back of my throat moved past my lips. The second our lips touched I knew it wasn’t going to be enough. It would never be enough. I was always going to want more. More of her lips, more of her sighs—more of her.
    I let myself explore further, and my tongue traced the seam of her lips. I felt the shift in her body, and I took advantage of her tiny gasp. Moving my tongue into her parted lips, I tasted her. Her flavor rolled across my tongue, and I moaned at the sweetness of her. She met my tongue, her inexperience showing and driving me completely insane with want.
    I was the first, and I wanted to be all her firsts.
    I pressed against her firmly, needing to feel her body against mine from top to bottom. My cock hardened, and I knew if I didn’t put space between us she’d feel it against her. The last thing I wanted to do was scare her off.
    “What the—? How the hell did you kids get in here?”
    The angry